Hearing the Grandmaster's words, Thor gritted his teeth, ready to retort.
However, before he could, a familiar voice caught his attention from afar.
Loki?
Instinctively turning his head, Thor spotted Loki dressed in black and green, sitting casually among others, deeply engaged in conversation.
Loki was animatedly recounting, "...In that critical mont, I realized I had to make a choice. Luckily, there was a wormhole nearby..."
He continued, describing to those around him how he ended up on Sakaar.
Seeing this, Thor brightened up imdiately. Taking advantage of the Grandmaster's distraction, he called out hurriedly, "Loki! Loki! Loki! Over here, co here!"
Hearing the shout, Loki froze, his smile vanishing. Feigning indifference, he walked over. Once close, he muttered under his breath, "You're still alive?"
Thor grinned. "Of course, I'm still alive!"
Looking at Thor bound to a chair, Loki raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing there?"
"I'm stuck in this chair! Where's your chair?" Thor asked, baffled by how Loki seed to be doing just fine, mingling effortlessly.
"I don't have a chair," Loki shrugged.
He then briefly explained how he had arrived on Sakaar weeks earlier and had unexpectedly beco good friends with the Grandmaster.
"Weeks earlier?" Thor was stunned. "I just got here..."
At that mont, the Grandmaster noticed their whispered conversation and asked, "What are you two discussing?"
Apparently catching so ntion of ti, the Grandmaster explained casually, "Ti flows differently here compared to elsewhere..."
After a brief explanation, he continued, "Anyway, you must understand, Thunder Man—" "God of Thunder!" Thor interrupted firmly before turning to Loki for help. "Tell him!"
Loki shrugged nonchalantly. "I've never t this man in my life."
"He's my brother!" Thor growled.
"I'm adopted," Loki clarified quickly, distancing himself.
The Grandmaster, unbothered, turned to Loki. "So, is this Thunder Man warrior material?"
Thor snarled. "Take this thing off my neck, and I'll show you if I'm warrior material!"
The Grandmaster chuckled, clearly amused. "Listen to him, he's threatening !"
He leaned forward with a smirk. "Alright, Sparkles, how about a deal?"
"If you want to return to... As-sothing... As-spaghetti or whatever-"
"Asgard!" Thor corrected.
"Right, Asgard." The Grandmaster nodded. "All you have to do is defeat my champion in the arena. Win, and you're free to go back to Asgard."
Thor clenched his fists, reluctantly agreeing. "Fine. Where's my opponent? Bring it on!"
The Grandmaster grinned. "Now, that's the spirit of a challenger..."
Soon, Thor was escorted to a prison corridor.
Locked in, he tried smashing the door a few tis but to no avail.
From behind, a voice called out, "Hey, calm down, buddy." Turning around, Thor saw a grey, rocky figure waving at him.
"Yeah, over here. It's , this pile of rocks talking to you."
"Hi, I'm Korg. Don't be scared-I'm alive. Made of rocks, but totally sentient. Nice to et
you."
Korg introduced himself and the insectoid creature beside him, who wielded two blades and wore armor.
Thor engaged in conversation, learning about Korg's background and the harsh realities of Sakaar.
Korg explained that he had been punished and sent here as a gladiator.
When Thor ntioned the champion's battle, Korg looked at him with pity. "Mate, you're dood..."
"Everyone who's faced the champion has died," Korg added.
"No survivors?" Thor asked, frowning.
"None," Korg confird. "And don't even think about escaping. No one gets out of Sakaar. By the way, what brought you here?"
Thor's face darkened. "That cursed woman!"
He muttered under his breath, "Once my brother, the White Knight, gets here, these people
will pay!"
Korg shook his head. "You're waiting for your brother to save you?"
"Not gonna happen. No one can save you. The only way out is to win the champion's battle or die trying."
"Don't let your brother get dragged into this. He'd end up a gladiator slave just like you."
Thor retorted, "You have no idea what kind of power my brother wields!"
Korg shrugged dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, power this, power that. Sure thing, mate."
Ti passed, and Thor, along with other prisoners, was brought to select weapons for the upcoming battle.
Through a laser barrier, Thor spotted Valkyrie drinking on the other side.
Korg noticed his gaze and asked, "Scavenger Warrior 142? She brought you here?"
Thor nodded, his eyes narrowing.
Korg warned, "Be careful with her. Asgardians are tough to kill."
"Asgardian?" Thor blinked, stunned.
He moved closer to the barrier and noticed a tattoo on her arm. Recognizing it instantly, his
eyes lit up.
"You're... a Valkyrie?" Thor exclaid.
"You know, as a kid, I wanted to be a Valkyrie, but then I found out you're all won..."
Before he could say more, an announcent called for him to enter the arena.
Desperate, Thor turned to Valkyrie. "Please, help ! I need you!"
Without even glancing back, Valkyrie replied coldly, "Goodbye."
Watching her leave, Thor couldn't hold back. "Fine! You're either a traitor or a coward
because Valkyries swore to protect the throne!"
Her steps faltered at his words, mories flooding her mind.
(End of Chapter)
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