Your POV-

I am awake again, but I can't even tell the difference. I get dressed into clean clothes, and brush out my knotty hair. I tie it into a pony, and walk out of my room. There are no fights scheduled for me today, so I planned to maybe start a riot or something.

See, I decided to try to escape or at least raise a little trouble so that the Grandmaster will let me go.

But, I doubt that it'll work. He'll probably just kill me, but at least I'll try, right?

As I walk to the gladiators' living quarter, I try to formulate a plan. I'm gonna rile them up so that they'll rebel. It should work, I think.

I get there, and am disappointed in what greets me.

As I suggested fighting against the Grandmaster, they kinda got mad and screamed for me to leave.

I guess that didn't work out as I had hoped.

~

Over the next few days, I tried time and time again to convince them to rebel, but they did not listen. At all.

~

Grandmaster's buddy's coming to visit today. The Collector.

I wonder what he collects? Maybe brains or marbles?

Probably something worse than that. He's most likely a serial killer.

That's what you said about the Grandmaster.

Yeah, and was I right?

No! er, wait.. I guess you kind of were...

See, serial killer!

I hope not, there are enough murders here...

I start upright when my door opens. Then I sigh, it's just the Grandmaster.

"Hello, my champion! How are we? We doing fine?" He says as he smile broadly, coming to stand in front of me.

"I'm just fine." I say with more than a tint of sarcasm and spite.

"Ah, of course you are! The great champion! Anyways, I have someone I'd like you to meet, he's my brother, and I'm certain he'll love meeting you! So, you should do something about," He motions to me, "that."

I glare at him, and he clears his throat.

"Not, not that you're not, um, fine, but maybe you can maybe put some makeup on, or something?"

I glare at him some more, and he takes his leave.

"Oh, you'll be joining us to watch a match, so please try to look presentable. The contest is only as good as it's champion!" He smiles before leaving.

I sigh in relief. At least he's gone now.

Standing to my feet, I walk to the mirror and apply some mascara and eyeliner. Then I add some shiny, almost plastic-looking emerald green lipstick.

(A/N- Sorry the pic's so big, but that's what I image the lipstick looking like.)

I brush my hair again, and tie it up in a messy bun atop my head.

I'm wearing a soft green blouse with black tights. It seems like I'm always wearing tights these days.

I'm also wearing tall lace up boots, also black.

As I admire myself in the mirror, I decide that I look real dang good. Real good.

~

I enter the Grandmaster's viewing room with a pang in my heart as I remember that last I was here, I was with Loki. And we were going to be wed. It was going to be soo romantic. Crap, I miss him so much.

Loki, where the heck are you?!

~Shift to Loki 's POV but please remember that time is all screwy on Sakaar~

Thor and I step off the ship after landing on the roof of the Grandmaster's building. I don't waste any time looking around, instead, I grab a huge gun, and start looking for (Y/n). Thor catches up with me.

"Where to, brother?"

"Let's try finding the Grandmaster first. He'll know where she is." I reply.

"Ok, let's do this."

~

We found the Grandmaster in his sitting area.

Alone.

"Grandmaster." I acknowledge him as we enter. Surprisingly he doesn't have any guards with him, as he looks at the gladiator battle occurring in the arena.

"Hmm? Oh, Loki! What a surprise! Too bad you just missed (Y/n), she just left. Although, I suppose she was a little unwilling to leave."

"Wait, what? She's gone? What happened?!" I question, angry.

~Back to your POV, two hours before Loki arrives~

I enter with graceful ease, but stop short when I see who must be the Collector.

He has white hair, tan skin, shady eyes, and a thin strip of pale blue down his lip and chin, similar to the Grandmaster's. He also wears black(?) nail polish.

He's creepy as heck.

Oh yeah, he is definitely a serial killer.

I actually have to agree.

He's wearing a fluffy whit jacket kind of thing.

"Ah, you must be (Y/n) champion of my brother's contest," He says as he stands and grasps my hand in his, kissing my hand, all the while staring into my eyes, "I'm so please to meet you."

If I thought his appearance was creepy, his voice is horrifyingly so. Kind of raspy, and his mannerisms are freaky too.

I can't wait to be rid of this guy.

I agree.

"Uh, the pleasure is all mine...?" I say, but it comes out as a question. I wince at myself, but Grandmaster and Collector just laugh.

"I am Taneleer Tivan, otherwise known as the Collector." He says with a little bow.

"Uh, hi. You already know my name." I say, irked at having to talk to him. Can't I just go away?

"Come sit down (Y/n)," Grandmaster pats the seat next to him, in the middle of the long couch.

Taneleer Tivan sits on my right, and Grandmaster sits on my left. They converse across me, and I try to sink in the background. Instead of listening to them talk, I ignore them and go to that little clearing I find myself going for comfort.

Believe it or not, I have forgiven Odin for being a complete jerk, and now we're friends.

"Odin? Do you know where Loki is?" I ask, seating myself down on the soft grass, that kind of matches my sick lipstick.

"He is coming for you, for he now knows where you are. Do not fret, child, he shall be there soon."

I smile; even if I can't see him right now, I can still hear him.

"I can't wait... Does he remember everything now too?"

"Not yet, but soon it will come back to him."

"Great. Thanks, Odin. Talk later?"

"Sure, if ever you need help, I will be right here."

"Ok, by-"

"HELLO?" Grandmaster questions, waving his hand in front of my face.

I snarl at him, as he and Tivan laugh.

"What?!" I ask angrily, but they ignore me.

"Yes, she will be an excellent addition to me collection. I do not have a Midgard-raised Asgardian." Tivan says, eyeing me with a creepy look.

"Wait, what's going on here?" I ask again.

"You, my little champ, have been trying to raise another rebellion, so I have agreed to give you to Tivan. Well, give for a price."

"So, you're selling me?! What the h-"

"Well, not exactly sell, per se..." He argues.

"Oh, you're just giving me away for a price! That's the same exact thing!" I counter.

He just shrugs.

"I am not going with," I point at the Collector, "with that! It's not happening!"

"Well, I'm afraid you have no choice."

Turns out, that while I was arguing with the Grandmaster, Tivan had prepped a needle, with contents unbeknownst to me.

He took this opportunity to stab me with it.

Well, I say stab but he was actually very gentle with it, and it was just a small pinch.

I was outraged, but my breathing slowed, and my thought became sluggish.

No, I can't leave! Loki's going to find me here! I can't l e a v e . . . . . . . .. . . . . .

My world collapses into darkness, and the last thing I see is the Collector's face.

A/N-

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