#and this man (ofc) was like ‘what so you’d never split 50/50 with a guy?’

[yuwuta]

i know i write and i yearn but—and maybe this is naive and unrealistic but idc—i would rather drink a denim jacket through a metal straw than date any man i’ve ever encountered in my life bc why would i give up my alone time and start splitting things 50/50 if i was already paying for everything myself 😭

[samthemarvelfan]

Graveyard: Chapter One

-A Pet For The King-

Summary: Is being out of a cell worth all of this? ...probably not...

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OFC

Warnings: Sexual situations, innuendos, threatening, Loki is a dick.

A/N: Here we go! Off to the races! Do these two have a history? Sure seems like it... Tags are open.

There were at least 50 prisoners ahead of you awaiting their assignments at the work shed. Thanks to Korg, you’d been released from your cell, and sent for something called Joruuda’s Judgement.

From what you gathered, Joruuda is a green guy with 2 heads assigning people to different lines. A simple grunt—all of which sounded the same to you, and one of his assistants would shove you where he decided.

There’s about 10 people to go when you feel a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn, and your gaze immediately has to glance another 3 feet higher.

“Hey Ella, it’s me Korg.” The pile of rocks smiles happily.

You smile, shaking your head in disbelief. This guy really is too nice to be locked up in here.

“Hi, Korg.”

He stands awkwardly next to you as the line begins to move again. “Whatcha doing?” He asks.

You sigh. “Just awaiting destiny.”

“That’s a funny way to look at a life time of manual labor, but okay. Hey, that King guy is here. Wanna see him?” He asks innocently.

You scoff. “Why is a guy that’s supposedly a King down in the cells? Not much regality to be found in a dungeon.”

Korg shrugs. “Not sure, but I think the Grandmaster is letting him have his pick of concubines.”

You roll your eyes. “Wonderful.”

You’re next in 2 away from being judged, “No thanks, Korg. The guys is probably a lunatic, and I’ve had my fill of those.”

“Alright, suit yourself. Hopefully you don’t get sent to the 4th line.”

Your stomach churned, “Whats the 4th line, Korg...”

“Oh, that’s the ah, the sewage department.” He smiled.

“Next!” The assistant with the clipboard called.

You step up to the line marked on the floor. “Race?” She asks you.

“Asgardian.” You reply, attempting to avoid eye contact. Most people these days didn’t like hearing that someone had visited Asgard, let alone was a citizen.

One of Joruuda’s heads turn and looks at you abruptly. His three eyes scan you up and down, before growling something to the assistant on his left.

“Alright, Asgardian. Lane One.” She says. You smile meekly, and follow the guard.

Compared to the other lanes you’d seen, lane one was relatively empty. Just you and 6 or 7 other women; of every shape and color, mind you.

A guard holding the largest blaster you’d ever seen stood at the head of the line. “Listen up, urchins! Through that door you will remain silent! Stand there...look appealing...keep your mouths shut. For those of you selected...well, congrats. Those of you who aren’t?” He smirked, “I’ll see you in the sewers.”

Selected? You thought. For what?

If you’re being totally honest, you’re not exactly sure how much worse things for you could get, so you decided to roll with it.

A buzzer sounded, and the door ahead of you shot up, opening into a large white room.

The 8 of you file in and stand on marked spots. Curiosity got the better of you, and you start to look around. It seems to just be a large white room with one door on either side. On the wall ahead of you however, you notice a small seam across the bottom where it meets the floor.

Illusionary walls. You think to yourself.

Suddenly another buzzer sounds, and a voice comes over an intercom, speaking yet another language you don’t understand.

A door on the other side of the room opened, and a guard walked in. He makes his way to the group of you and without hesitation, grabs the front of your shirt and yanks you towards the door.

Shit, shit, shit! You didn’t actually prepare for what would happen had you been picked.

Three more guards walk past you, back into the room where the other girls are awaiting their fate. “Alright ladies, to the sewers!” One says happily. The last thing you hear before the doors shut is shrieking.

“This way...Asgardian.” The guard commands. Note to self, keep your origin story private from now on.

The guard escorts you down the dark hallway, and into a very questionable elevator. Then, a transport carrier arrives and escorts you to the one building towering over the rest of the city.

Once inside, you traipse down the red and white hallway, before stopping in front of a door. “Wait here. When the door opens, you can enter.”

You nod, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention. The guard takes a few paces behind you, but waits there with his gun at the ready.

After a few moments, the door slides up. You walk in, and see people in the bright clothing and markings all over their faces. A large, boisterous group is straight ahead of you, laughing. When they see you approaching, they part down the middle.

A man walks forward, dressed in the gaudiest outfit you’d ever seen. His nails and eyeliner matched the same shade of blue, and his assistant was the surliest looking woman you’d ever seen.

“Ah, here she is!” He leaned over to her, “it is a she...right, Topaz?”

“It is a she.” The stout woman replied monotonously.

It doesn’t take you long to realized that this nutjob is the Grandmaster.

“Wonderful, wonderful! Sire, I believe this is the one you’ve selected to be your concubine du jour?” He asks suggestively.

A crowd to your left splits a path, and you sense his presence before you see him.

“Oh yes, I do believe she’ll do wonderfully.” The smirk in his voice is undeniable.

No, not here. You think.

But he is here—Loki, in all his glory.

“You’ve got to be shitting me...” you scowl.

“Hey, hey! Language missy, this is the King of Assberg!” The Grandmaster boasts.

“Asgard.” You and Loki mumble simultaneously.

He laughs suggestively, “Ah look at that, bonding already I see. Well your majesty, please feel free to retire to your chambers. Those broad shoulders of yours must be quite tense, and I can see in your eyes you’re just dying to get a taste of...” he drifts off, unsure of what to call you.

“Prisoner 7648.” His assistant said boringly.

You rolled your eyes, “My name is Ella and I will not be going with him.”

As you turn around to leave, you’re met with the whirring of a laser blaster aimed straight at you.

Putting your hands up in surrender, you spin back around.

“Oh no actually, I think you will, won’t she?” The Grandmaster queried.

“Mmm.” Topaz replied.

Loki took a step forward. “Grandmaster, might I humbly request some privacy for the day? I’m quite pent up you see, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself with this one.” He says, looking you up and down.

I’m going to kill you in your sleep. You think as loud as possible, knowing Loki is probably poking around in your head. A smirk crossed his lips for a moment, and you’re confident he read your mind.

Good.

“But of course. Feel free to join my pleasure vessel later, we embark after dinner.” He offers Loki, to which you feel the vomit rise in your throat.

I am surrounded by maniacs. You think to yourself.

“I shall consider it,” he replies. “For now, I’ll take to my chambers.” Loki’s gaze is upon you once more, but his eyes aren’t holding that signature arrogance you’re used too. They almost look...relieved?

Probably to leave this fools company.

The guards who escort you were equally as creepy as the rest, and while Loki roamed freely ahead of you, they’d chosen to shackle you—at Loki’s insistence.

“I can take it from here, gentlemen.” He said, punching in numbers on the keypad on the wall next to the door.

You keep silent as he walks you into the room, and removes your shackles.

“Now then—“

Slap!

Your hand reverberates off his cheek before the shackles hit the floor.

Loki’s face remains unphased as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tightly. It’s hurts, but you won’t give him the satisfaction in telling him that.

“Striking the God who just saved you is not the wisest of choices.” He seethes.

His grip grows stronger, surely bruising you. “Saved me? You’re the reason I’m here in the first place, asshole!”

His tone lowers, “Careful, pet. You’ve no friends here, and I am still your king.” He warns.

You tear out of his grasp. “You’re nothing to me. Just the man who tried to have me killed.” You turn your back on him, and walk towards the window.

He laughs sardonically, “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Dramatic?!” You shout, “You summoned a tidal wave to chase me down and drown me.”

His face shift into something you can’t decipher. “You would not have drowned. You’d have been pull back toward the palace, but instead you decided to not head my warnings and kept running.” You hear his footsteps carrying him closer to you.

“How did you even find me? Have you charmed me? Put some sort of location spell on me?” You sneer.

He chuckled, “You’re not worth the effort it would take to maintain it. I fell into the bifrost same as you, only I was wise enough not to get myself captured.”

You turn to him and cross your arms, “and how do you expect the Grandmaster will feel when he find out he’s housing a murderous usurper?”

Loki closes the space between the two of you, “Oh pet, I don’t expect him to become aware of any of that. A gentle reminder that I’m the only thing standing between you and a lifetime of slavery to that lunatic, so I suggest you do not try my temper.”

“Or what?” You prod.

He moves his lips close to your ear, “or I’ll have you sent back to your cell to rot away into eternity.” He whispers.

When he pulls his face back, his eyes are boring into yours, “Thoughts?”

You swallow thickly, your eyes unable to leave his gaze. As much as you detested the God before you, you knew better than test him. Besides, being with him is a much better choice than being a prisoner.

...well, a prisoner in a cell anyway.

You’d known Loki your whole life. There was a time when you’d never imagine he’d hurt you, but it’s all different now. After what he did all those years ago on Midgard, and what he’s done now to Odin, there’s no predicting him. His taste for power and purpose has drained him of his humanity.

“Fine, but if you think I’m going to serve as your concubine, you’ve got another thing coming.” You threaten, though after his words, the threat comes out meeker than intended.

Loki laughs, “If that’s what I wanted of you, I’d take you...right here,” he braces his palms against the window behind you, trapping your body between it and his. “Where everyone could see you come apart, but alas, I’ve other pressing matters, I’m afraid.”

Asshole.

“Why did you pick me then? You can’t possibly think I would uphold any loyalty to you. What purpose could you have for me?” You ask, trying to shrink from his gaze.

Loki pulled away from you, moving across the room. He removes his leather cloak, laying it on the bench at the end of his bed.

“I have plans. Plans that will require someone with your skills, and if you’d like to see Asgard again, you’ll do as your told.”

The anger building within you began to bubble over, “‘Do as your told?’, I’m not a dog, Loki. I’m not a pet you can train and command.”

“Actually,” he ponders, “that’s exactly what you are. Whilst on Sakaar, my pet you shall be.”

Sakaar? Well at least I know where I am, now.

He sits upon the bench, and removes his boots. “How long have you been here?” He asks suddenly.

You shrug, “I don’t know. A month? Maybe less maybe more. The days in the cells all blurred together.”

A sort of sadness flashes in his eyes, but you ignore it. You will not fall for the trickster god’s schemes.

“Hm, well I’ve been offered to join the Grandmaster for dinner. It’s supposedly quite the grand affair, so I suggest you bathe.” He says, looking you up and down once more.

Oh gosh, when was the last time you bathed? You can’t remember, and it’s embarrassing. You were never the fairest of maidens on Asgard, but right now you looked like something scraped off the bottom of a boot.

“Don’t fret, pet. I assume life was not full of grandeur in the dungeons. Bathe, and look presentable.”

You roll your eyes, “Forgive me, your majesty,” you sass, “it would appear I’ve left all of my fine silks and jewels on Asgard.”

Loki stands, and waves his hand over the bed. Through the reflects of green shimmer, appears a silk gown. Deep green in color, and far too revealing for your taste. “Now as for the jewels, I suppose I can make my pet a collar—“

“No.”

He smirks, “I thought not. Come, let us bathe.”

Your eyes widen, “I know how to bathe myself, and I can’t exactly run away down the drain, Loki.”

He opens the bathing room door, before turning back to you. “No, but these people seem to think I’m making you come undone in every conceivable way possible,” he husks, “and I can assure you, I would not be done yet. So I will stay with you a while longer, to maintain our ruse.”

You sigh, “You disgust me.”

Loki tuts, “Now, now. My pet would have the highest obedience. We’ll have to remedy that tongue of yours.” He runs his thumb across your bottom lip, and you have to resist the urge to bite it off.

“Bathe—now.” He orders.

You traipse past him into the bathing room. Sitting on the edge of the pool, you pull off your boots and your vest, pausing when you get to your tunic.

“Turn away.” You seethe.

Loki’s eyebrows raise, “It’s not like I haven’t seen a woman’s body before.”

“That may be true, but the only way you’re seeing this woman’s body is if you’ve developed the ability to see through clothing. Now turn away.”

...and he does. Which surprised the hell outta you.

Once you’re in the bath, you submerge you’re body fully under the milky water, leaving only your head visible. “Okay.” You announce.

Loki turns around and begins stripping off his clothing.

“What in the name of Yggdrasil do you think you’re doing?!” You shout.

“Bathing. I was in those dungeons for only a moment and I feel absolutely riddled with filth.”

You gasp and turn away when he reaches for his belt. “Absolutely not! There’s another bathing pool right there, Loki!”

He laughs, then you hear the water splash, and you can only assume he’s entered your pool. Lucky for you, it’s nearly 8 feet wide, so you tuck yourself into the far corner.

“Do you not recall the escapades of our youth? Bathing nude in the sea whilst the stars danced above us?” He croons, moving closer to you.

Loki reaches behind you, grabbing a wash sponge and hands it to you. “A lot has changed, Loki.”

The water ripples as he moves away from you again. “You’re right, and I intend to keep it that way.”

The milky water is above your bosom, shielding your body from his view as you wash yourself. While it’s not the most awkward thing in the world, considering how familiar you are with each other, it is unsettling.

“This is madness.” You mumble.

“Oh, pet,” Loki smirks, “The madness has not yet begun.”