CHAPTER ONE
i. REUNION ON SAKAAR !

             FREYA SAT IN THE VERY LARGE AND COMFORTABLE SEAT of her new and modern Spaceship, steering as she listened to the several engieens howling. The woman had just entered the upper atmosphere of the party Planet called Sakaar.

                    The black haired Goddess leaned forward and gazed out off her big front window as she watched the many little spaceships fly through the blue sky. leaned back in her chair as she steered the Ship further towards the ground. After a short moment she had reached the gigantic landing strip and slowly landed on the large stone platform.

                   Freya reached her arm out and pressed the big button that was on the celling above her head, the doors opened immediately with an electronic sound and the woman quickly grabbed her stuff before she exited her ship. 

                   As the black haired woman stepped out onto the landing strip she was greeted by a couple of guards that bowed as she approached them. Freya frowned and waved them off as she flashed them a smile, "There's no need for that boy's."

                    The Goddess past them still smiling as she eyed the big entrance of the building. Sakaar wans't exactly Freya's favourite planet in the univers, but the Grandmaster was a very rich man and her mother would sent her from time to time to negotiate with him. 

                   Her favourite planet was and would always be Asgard, Fraya just loved the planet, for her it was the most beautiful city in the hole galaxy. Asteria was beautiful indeed but there was something about Asgard that drew Freya in.

                  She had lived there for a little while when she was younger, together with the Odinson brother's and Sierra, her cousin.

                 The dark haired woman strolled down the large hall as she eyed the modern architecture of the gigantic building. She placed her hand of the grip of her sword that was attached to her belt. "Ahh, the Beutiful Freya Montess !", a loud voice exclaimed from afar, making the woman turn around.

                   
                 As she looked over her shoulder while turning she spotted the platinum blond hair of her younger Cousin, who walked besdies the Grandmaster. The man streched his arms out while welcoming her, his his cloak touching the floor. 

                  "Grandmaster", the woman addressed him as she nodded her head at the grey haired man and then at the blond woman, "Cousine." The blond smiled at her widely while she nodded as well, "Freya." The two women looked back at the Grandmaster who clapped his hands together. "So, I heard you're mother has an offer for me?"

                    The black haired Goddess nodded at him with a sweet fake smile, "Yes, that's why I'm here." She took a step forward and wanted to tell him about the offer but as soon as she had opened her mouth again the Grandmaster's personal guard, Topaz interrupted them. "The annoying girl is back again", the woman informed him as she motioned for the group to enter the large room. 

                   The grand master gazed at Freya who gave him an questioning look. "I have to take care of that", he said as he held his finger up, the black haired woman exhaled deeply as she followed after him. She walked next to Sierra as she leaned towords her cousine muttering, "When did you arrive?"

                The blond looked at her with a bored expression on her face, "Two hours ago, you don't know what I've been through." They both spotted a young brunette standing besides the Grandmaster's seat, watching them with her arms placed behind her back.

               Sierra and Freya exchanged a quick glanced as they continued their way through the hall. They stopped infront of the seat as the Grandmaster sat down and waved his hand as he spoke up, "Come on, join me! I'm sure Scrapper 145 has brought me something magnificent!" The two women hesitated for a short moment, but at last they both joned him by walking up the four stepps. 

              Freya stood in-between the young to her unknown woman and the chair of the Grandmaster as she eyed the unconcussioned prisoner, who was chaind against a chair infront of them. The woman's eyes traveled over his body until they stopped by his face. Her brown eyes widened as the woman realized that no other than Thor Odinson was chained onto the chair.

               "Fear not, for your found. You are home, and there is no going back", a calm femal computer voice spoke up as Thor opened his eyes and immediately tried to wiggle himselfe out of the thick metal chains that pinned him against the chair.

               "No one leaves this place. But what is this place? The answer is Sakaar.  —Surrounded by cosmic gateways Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown. It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things, like you. But here on Sakaar, you are significant. You're valuable. Here you are loved." Thor let his gaze slowly wander around the room as he furrowed his eyebrows looking very confused, "What the hell?"

                "And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster. He is the original, the first lost and the first found the creator of Sakaar and father of the Contest of Champions. Where once you were nothing, now you are something. You are the property of the grand master."

                Freya and Sierra exchanged a worried gaze before they looked back at the God. There was a moment of silence before the femal voice continued, "Congratulations! You'll meet the Grandmaster in five seconds. Prepare yourself."

                Freya nervously shifted her weight from one foot of the other as the voice repeated herself, "Prepared yourself." Thor tried to get out of his chains but he still couldn't. The man seemed slightly freaked out and as the voice spoke up again to inform him that he would meet the Grandmaster now, Thor opened his mouth and let out a very high pinched scream.

                      Freya frowned at him as she scrunched up her nose and placed her hand on her ears, Thor suddenly stopped screaming. "Hmm-hm-hm, he's wonderful. It is a he?", The Grandmaster questioned the black haired woman besides Freya curious. "It is a he", she assured him while she nodded her head calmly. "Yeah."

                 They all looked back at Thor who seemed pretty overwhelmed by what was happening, "I love when you come visit, 142. You bring me the best stuff. Whenever we get to talking, Topaz, about Scrapper 142, what do I always say? 'She is the—' and it starts with a b."

                  Topaz smiled at the woman evily as she answered him simply, "Trash." The grey haired man gave her a very irritated look as he shook his head, "No, not trash. We're You just waiting to call her that? That dosen't starts with a B."

                  "Booze hag", Topaz tried her luck again, still looking at the brunette besides Freya who had a frown on her face before she focused her gaze back ahead. "Uh, I'm so sorry. No, best. I was thinking to say best. 'Cause I always say you're the best. She brought me my beloved champion, you know." Topaz gave her an hateful  look as she sighed, "You say that everytime she's here."

                    "What have you brought today? Tell me", the Grandmaster demanded excited as he eyed Thor who looked at them with an confused look on his face. His gaze fell onto Freya and a sign of realization flickered through his eyes. The unknown woman besides Freya spoke up again, "A contender."

                     "A what?", Thor suddenly questioned them, making the Grandmaster and the brunette aknowlege his presents. "I need to go closer. I want a closer look at this. Can you take us closer?", the grey haired man questioned Topaz who silently walked around his seat and pushed him more towards Thor. "Thank you."

                The Grandmaster nodded his head as he eyed Thor closer, "Pay this lady." The God looked really nervouse now, "Just wait a damn minute! I'm not for sale!", the long haired man shouted at them.

                  He suddenly yanked his muscular arms up as the woman besides Freya immedietley pressed a little metalic device, who started to glow in a bluish light. Thor's hole body started shaking and the veins on his neck and head popped out.

        "Man, he's a— he's a fighter."

                  "I'll take 10 Million", the femal Scrapper suddenly spoke up, not letting Thor out of her sight. Topaz immediately leaned down to the man that sat besides her, "Tell her she's dreaming." But the Grandmaster just waved his guard off, "Oh, for heaven's sakes, transfer the Units!"

                    The femal guard sighed as she tapped something into a little monitor that was attached to her arm. Meanwhile the dark haired woman left the group behind, making Freya look at her again. The woman stopped by Thor speaking to him as Freya turned towards the Grandmaster again. 

                  "So, Grandmaster, My mother actually sent me here for a reason—", she started but the man smiled at her charmingly, "Yeah, I just want to finish this first. Okay? Okay."

                "Here's what I wanna know, who are you?", he then questioned the blond man infront of them. "I am the God of Thunder!", Thor shouted loudly as he used all his strength to lift his arms up again, making tiny blue lightning blots go through his fingertips.

                   The Grandmaster raised his eyebrow as he watched him, "Wow, wow, I didn't hear any thunder, but out of your fingers, was that sparkles?" But before Thor could answer him their conversation was interrupted by Topaz, who walked past them, a big stick in her hand. "Uh, oh good!", The Grandmaster exclaimed as he followed after her.

                    Freya let out a deep and annoyed as she gave her cousin a look, but the blond woman just shrugged at her. Freya placed a hand onto her hip and remminded herself that her mother told her to not do anything that could upset the man.

               "Yeah, come on. I think you're gonna like this", the man told them and Thor as he let the group of three towards his cousin who sat in a chair, thick chains on his arms and legs.

              "Hey cuz", the Grandmaster patted his chest as he walked past him. "We almost coudn't find you. What  you've  been hiding?", he questioned the lightly purple skinned man. Thor looked at him and whispered a quiet, "Hi." 

                     The man whimmpered in fear as he gazed at Thor in the corner of his eye, meanwhile the Grandmaster took the stick from Topaz hand and eyed his cousin closely. "Carlo, I pardon you", he explained to the man as he crossed his fingers. His cousin let out a relived sighed as he looked at him, "Oh, Thank you."

                  "You're officially pardoned, from life", the Grandmaster corrected before he tapped the stick against the man, making him slowly vanish into a white-bluish energy cloud as he let out a pained scream. "Help me!", he begged Thor grunting before he disappeared completely and transformers into a bluish slime.

                 Thor watched the scene that was given to him as his eyes widened at the sight, "Oh, my God!"

                      "Oh, I'm stepping in it! Oh, look!", the grey haired man exclaimed as he lifted his foot into the air, a disgusted look on his face. "Oh,that smell!", Thor shouted in disgust as he leaned his head to the other side.

               The Grandmaster turned towards Topaz that stood next to Freya and Sierra, who both looked completely shocked. "What does it smell like?"

                     "Burnt toast?", Topaz answered him as she took the stick back from her boss, making the man chuckle in amusement. After a while the Grandmaster stopped laughing and turned back to Thor, "What happened to my manners? I haven't properly introduced myself. Come on, uh, follow me", he then started walking again.

                 "My name is Grandmaster. I preside over a little harlequinade called the Contest of Champions. People come from far and wide to unwillingly participate in it. And you, my friend, might just be part of the new cast. What do you say to that?"

                 Thor gave him a dark look as the people in the background laughed and talked to each other happyly, "We're not friends and I don't give a shit about your games. I'm going back to Asgard."

              Freya had to smirk at Thor's attitude and Sierra had to contain a chuckle, which quickly faded as she suddenly spotted Loki sitting on one of the large couches, cracking jokes with a couple of people. The Grandmaster made a weir face as he repeated the word slowly, "Ass-gard."

                 Thor and Freya let their gaze wander around the room and soon spotted Loki as well, "Oh,my God! Is that- Loki?!", Freya questioned Sierra who was competley speechless as she stared at the black haired man on the other side of the room.

                  "Loki?", Thor suddenly shouted happyly as he repeated his brothers name multiple times following the woman's gaze. Loki's smile dissapeared immediately as he stood up quickly. Thor nodded his head at him as he smiled, "Over here, Over here!"

                Loki rushed towards him and as he finally arrived by Thor's seat he immediately shushed his brother. "What?!", Thor questioned confused as Loki eyed him surprised, "You're alive?" Thor frowned at him, "Yes, of course I'm alive!"

                    "What are you doing her?", the God of Mischief questioned him, completely ignoring the two women who stood not so far away from them. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm stuck in this stupid chiar!", Thor exclaimed as looked his brother up and down, "Where's your chair?"

                      Loki shook his head at him quickly, "I didn't get a chair." Thor just shrugged at him, "Well, then get me out of this one!" Loki sighed at his blond brother, "I can't."

                  "Get me out. —What?", Thor questioned him as Loki shook his head again, "I can't. I've made friends with this man. He's called the Grandmaster." The two looked at each other for a moment as Thor frowned again, "Oh, he's crazy!"

                    "I've gained his favor. The Bifrost brought me out here weeks ago", Lokis explained to him as he whispered. "Weeks ago!?"

                    "Yes!" Thor's voice went higher, "I just got here!" Freya and Sierra still stood next to the Grandmaster as the man besides them spoke up again, whispering, "What are you whispering about?"

                      The two men both flinched and let out a shout as they looked at him surprised. Loki's eyes immediately widened as he spotted Sierra who still stood next to Freya starring at him. 

                    "Time works different around these parts. On any other world I'd be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar-", he explained to them as he smiled widely. "In any case you know this, uh, You call yourselfe Lord of Thunder?", the man continued as he looked back at Thor.

                     "God of Thunder", Freya correted him as she cleared her throat, Thor noddded at her thankful before his gaze fell onto Loki, "Tell him!"

                          Loki chuckled as he pointed his finger  at Thor, "I've never met this men in my life." Thor gasped for air as his head snapped towards the Grandmaster. "He's my brother!"

               Loki slightly shook his head as he looked at the Grandmaster as well, "Adopted."

               "Is he any kind of a fighter?", the grey haired man questioned the black haired God. Thor glanced at the man as he chuckled amused, "You take this thing out of my neck and I'll show you." The Grandmaster smiled widely as he yanked his roaps into place, "Oh, now listen to that. He's threatening me. Hey, sparkels! Here's the deal. If you wanna get back to Ass-place, Assberg-" 

                  "Asgard!", Thor shouted upset and the man nodded at him, "Asgard." He paused for a moment, "Any contender who defeats my champion their freedom they shall win." Thor sighed deeply as he shouted, "Fine, then point me in the direction of whoever's ass I have to kick!"

                  The Grandmaster smiled at them impressed, "That's what I call, Contender! Direction would be this way, Lord." He pointed towards one of the big metal doors as the chair Thor sat on suddenly started moving and brought the God away as he screamed, "Aahh, Loki!"

                 AFTER FREYA FINNALY HAVE HAD HER LONG AWAITED audience with the Grandmaster she sat with her cousin in one of his large guest room, preparing themselves for the big fight that would go down today.

                The black haired woman sat on the edge of her bed as she brushed with a golden hair brush through her thick black hair. Meanwhile Sierra sat on a chair, infront of the woman, putting on some braceletts.

                  Freya watched her cousin closely before she turned towards her, "Sierra, you're okay?", she questioned as she laid the hairbrush onto the bed. Sierra glanced at her over her shoulder before she fully turned around to her. "Until an hour ago I thought that Loki was dead— killed. Gone. And now he's down there, laughing and cracking jokes." 

                   The dark haired woman who still sat on her opposite gave her a pittyfull look as she exhaled deeply, "He always was a selfish moron."

                  The blond Goddess sighed as she looked at her older cousin, "I know I should be angry, but right now I'm just so hilariously happy that he is not dead!"

                   "I'm an idiot", the blond shook her had as her gaze fell onto the ground, making Freya stand up immediately as she lifted the woman's chin up with one of her fingers. "S, your not an Idiot! You love him that's not idiotic!"

             The two looked at each other as a sudden knock interrupted their deep conversation. They smiled lightly at each other before Freya quickly approached the door and opened it revealing no other than Loki.

                    "Oh no, we're so not going to do that", the dark haired woman stated as she tried to close the door again, but Loki quick put his foot into the door as he pushed his hand against it. 

                    "Hey, hey, hey! Wait!", the man exclaimed loudly as Freya rolled with her dark brown eyes. "Who's at the door?", Sierra's voice suddenly questioned her cousin as the blond approached the door quickly.

                    Freya opened her mouth hesitantly  but Sierra had already arrived by the door. The woman's mouth stopped immediately open as she went completely speechless. The woman coudn't think, she coudn't breath, she coudn't move.

                    Loki was completely speechless as well, starring at the platium blond woman who was dressed in bright coloured roaps. "I- I'm so sorry", he suddenly tried to start his apology, that he had rehearsed the last half hour. 

                      But Sierra came back to her senses and took a step towards the door before she threw it shut making him shout loudly, "Wait!" The woman turned to Freya hectically as she let out a deep breath, "I can't talk to him right now."

                     Freya peacfully placed a hand onto her shoulder as she gave it a squeeze, "You don't have to." They heard Loki knock against the door repeatedly, but they decided to ignore him until the God would finally leave, and he actually did after a couple of minutes.

                     As Sierra calmed down she went into the modern looking bathroom, Freya put on her redish looking armore before she placed her two thick metal bandages on both of her arms.

                     A small smile appeared on her lips as her thoughts wandered to Thor, it had been a very surprising reuninion for both of them. The woman had never realised how much she had actually missed him, but she really did.

                   A loud knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and the woman exhaled annoyed before she opened the door again, "What?!" The young male guard on the other side of the door fliched surprised by her tone, making Freya mutter a quiet sorry.

                    "The Grandmaster has sent me to inform you that the Fight will start in an hour", the man in silver armor informed her as his hands were placed behind his back. "We'll be on our way", Freya said as she nodded at him friendly and closed the door again. 

                     As the dark haired woman spun around she opened her mouth to shout for Sierra but as she turned she came face to face with Loki again, who stood in the middle of their gigantic room. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!", she mutterd as she eyed the man infront of her.

                    A smirk appeared on Loki's face as the black haried Goddess approached him quickly, "She dosen't wanna talk to you, so get out!" The man slowly held his hands up into the air as he spoke up, "I just want to apologize."

                    "She doesn't want your apology", Freya hissed at him as she poked her finger into his chest. "You don't know what she wants", the God argued back as his voice got higher.

                   "Who are you talking to, Frey?", Sierra's voice came through the closed metal door, which made the two flinch in surprise. "Uh, I'm not talking to anyone", the black haired woman shouted back awkwardly as she gave Loki a look who just shrugged.

                     There was a mechanic sound and the bathroom door suddenly opened making Freya shout, "No, don't—!" Sierra stopped in her trail and gave her a confused look as she narrowed her eyes, "What's worng with you?"

                        Freya gazed over her shoulder and realised that Loki had vanished again, leaving her alone with Sierra. "Just— just forget it", she sighed as she waved her off. Sierra was very confused as she nodded at her and reached for her hair pin, "Okay."

              There was an awkward silence as the two quickly grabbed their things and made their way through the palace and talk to other people before they would join the Grandmaster in his large private lounge.