I won’t say it was the best night of my life, but the fact that Morgan was there, helped a lot. Although it kept me awake the thought of her getting hurt because of me, like that 4th degree frostbite she had, clearly my fault.
I couldn’t sleep, literally, I winked and immediately had to get up. I wandered alone in the empty halls and dead ends of the building like a lost lamb. The sky was filled with stars and weirdly colorful holes, it made me laugh a bit.
- Roper would’ve probably made a hell lot of inappropriate jokes about this place, got us killed even – my heart felt heavy as I remembered how many things I had left to do. Freeing my friends was one, stop my cousin was second, and lastly…finally live a normal life.
Later that night, since I did not sleep at all, and with Morgan we remained in hiding all day inside that room, planning possible escape routes, it was time to attend the event.
With my head held high I entered the room; it was more like a VIP room with a view from above to the sand. People roared and jumped fast, all in anticipation of the big fight.
The Grandmaster was announcing the long-awaited beginning of barbarism, no way, there was nothing I could do about it anyway, so I just took my place close to a corner next to Topaz, who gave me a brief glance before completely ignoring me.
I glanced up to the sky through the wide window in front of Grandmaster’s seat, and saw Morgan in her funny disguise accompanying Valkyrie on her ship above the stadium, she looked ok, that was reassuring enough.
And then I heard his voice. It was so characteristic that it always resonated in every joke he used to tell before disappearing.
I couldn’t believe that I had my opportunity so close, I had him right where I was going to have him in the future, everything could end in a second, but it wouldn’t be correct.
I took a deep breath and let my body cool down while the fight only heated up.
I, from what Korg had told me so many years ago, believed that the scene looked much more epic, legend-like, but I was even ashamed to see that he lost after being electrocuted, highly ironic since his lightning, of what he has always been so proud of, are nothing but electricity.
The funniest thing is that I felt a horrible pain in my back when the Hulk appeared in the arena, and I was even glad for no reason when Loki got up and yelled - That's how it feels! - earning some strange looks.
- Well, so much for the lord of thunder, am I right? – the Grandmaster got up and walked towards me, - What would you do with him? – I grinned, so many mischievous ideas flowing to my mind, like a wild river.
- Just send him to the champion's room, he's proven to be worthy enough of a chill after that fight –.
He was there, his greasy long hair pressed against the nape of his neck, his blue leather outfit highlighted by a yellow cape that did not suit him at all. In all his glory, I wanted to hit his head with the glass I had on my hand.
It was funny how he didn't look like someone who could kill a person. He looked rather sad, and in constant conflict and alertness.
That didn’t change the opinion I had about him, but at least I put myself in his place for a moment, although I would only have the blood of a single person on my hands, his own brother’s.
I felt myself cry, my eyes burned and I could barely contain a sigh. I wanted to hold him, letting my tears soak his shoulder as I told him how bad I feel about what I will have to do. How much I needed him in my life, how angry it made me that he ran away and didn’t came back to us.
I wanted to tell him, to yell at him so bad, but I couldn’t. I was so close and yet so far.
Luckily, he was so focused on himself that he didn't even take the time to look at me, which saved me a from lot of trouble, not to mention a possible anxiety attack.
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On my way back to the room, I was facing a lot of mixed feelings, not to mention that I really needed to take it out on some wall or something.
I stopped midway because I knew that would be stupid, Morgan would be an innocent victim of my irrationality. So, I paid a quick visit to the kitchen and stole what looked like a couple of twinkies.
After that, I was frustrated anyway, which is why I was walking around babbling shit into the air.
- Unbelievable, I had him…and then he…WOW! – I opened the door and found Morgan half naked, so my words rushed off my mouth like crazy.
- OhmyImsosorry! - I immediately turned to face the door, - Oh, don’t worry, we are both women anyways – That wasn't the problem, I saw too much skin and that messed up my head a bit. The idea of running my fingers across her shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses down her spine, feeling her warmth and enjoying the sound of her heartbeat.
But I had to open my mouth.
- Still- well, perhaps I shouldn’t say anything about my beliefs, you seem modern enough to have quite an opinion regarding feminism in this century, my way of thinking would only damage our chance of a normal friendship – I begged myself to stop talking, but I couldn’t.
- Care to elaborate on what the fuck do you mean? – I’m sure she was making that little gesture she does with her eyebrow when she’s annoyed.
- I just think that no one should look at another woman’s body before consent is spoken, therefore, I’m so sorry for what I barely saw – “Barely”? I saw more than I am proud to admit, and I had no regrets, but at the same time I was totally ashamed.
- Omg, what are you, an old man from the 1920’s? – yep.
- No, I was just raised properly, that’s all, if you think respect is an exaggeration -
- I didn’t said that –
- No, but your tone suggested it, and I bet your body language as well –
- You’re being dramatic –
- So, because I respect you and care for your integrity, I have to subject myself to your mockery? –
- Not at all, it was just the ‘way’ you said it –
- What way? –
- Like you literally came from another time –
- Seems that either you only grew up surrounded by stupid Gen Z kids, or you know nothing of basic human decency, and I’m not even a human, so that should hit twice –
- If you say so, then thank you for your respect and decency, your majesty – that last bit hurt.
- Leave the ‘majesty’, I feel cold enough – shit.
- What do you mean? – Oh, hell no, I wasn’t going to tell her that yet!
- Nothing, It’s not important – I barely made it with that cut off. After a minute she tapped me on the shoulder to make me know that I could turn to see her…I almost yelped.
- So, what’s the plan? – she was wearing an adorable kitty cat PJ…so I tried to keep my mind together. - We wait until my family gets inside the ship, we sneak in from behind, preferably unnoticed, then we get to the vault, grab the casket and go home -.
I regret talking about my morals, but I regret even more having the next shitty conversation.
- What if you said a small ‘hello’ to your father? I don’t think that would mess up the timeline –
- No, but it would mess up my head –
- Why? –
- Because I do not wish to meet him –
- But he’s your father! –
- And I don’t care! –
- You should! –
- And why is that!? –
- Because at least you have a chance to see him again, I don’t –
That awkward silence made a huge difference between us, I felt like the ground cracked in front of me. She was right, but at that moment my pride told me that Morgan was only playing a sympathy card, and so what came off my mouth was:
- I don’t wanna talk of this anymore –
- Oh, could it be that you finally realized how lucky you are? – and here it goes.
- Not at all, I just don’t wanna hear it from miss “The world owns me someshit better than all this crap” –
- Go to hell! –
- Well, that’s mature, considering my five years under an unfair imprisonment, and the fact that your genius brain didn’t thought of the physical travel down memory lane, should work as a sign – just shut up!
- Of what? –
- Of what it’s not meant to be, my friend –
- Damm! You’re thick headed –
- Yeah, how else was I supposed to crack my egg shell then? – that last comment made her laugh, probably she just thought it was funny and didn’t take it as a real fact about my birth.
- You must at least have a decent second of visual contact with him –
- Nope, I’ll petrify him –
- You’re not Medusa, come on, he’s your father, at least give him the benefit of the doubt –
- Yeah, because that worked out so well for my uncle, and for New York –
- I gave you that chance – that smirk was going to be the end of me.
- Touché…fine, one small eye contact and you have to let me use my middle finger to show all my damn anger in one simple gesture –
- Ok – she finally yielded, which was so funny for me in ways that can’t be spoken.
- Thanks, and sorry for the commentary –
- Yeah, me too. But still, you have a good chance of getting to know a bit of your roots-
- Bullshit –.
A few hours after that, we were getting ready to get out of bed, when the voice of the Grandmaster started the clock for our escape from the planet.
- Sakaar, hear ye. Attention please, I have some bad news. My beloved exalted champion has turned up missing. Take to the streets, celebrate my champion –.
- Ok, we have to move, the revolution will start in less than four hours, then we’ll have around fifteen minutes to catch my father on the big ship, if we are lucky enough he’ll just ignore us, like the self-centered prick he is – that last bit was totally muttered.
- It seems that that criminally seductive lord of thunder has stolen him away – Morgan laughed at the face I had when that came through the speakers, I was thoroughly disgusted.
- Criminally seductive alright – at that moment I thought my intestines wrapped themselves into a double sheet bend knot, - Just so you know, he’s at least 3000 years old, so – with a two syllable ‘so’ that topic was dead, and so was her interest for my uncle.
- Well, he’s like the mythic version of a Sugar Daddy, emphasis on thick – I smacked her head, - Only if you want to be electrocuted for free, because he has zero income, no gain no game -.
We left the room, well, almost. It took me a whole hour to clean it and leave it completely spotless, at the end I opened the door and Morgan was just there smirking, with a “Really” kind of face.
- OCD much? – I laughed weirdly, - Funny, Henry, the day duty guard, said the same thing when he caught me scrubbing the toilet, Roper didn’t stop teasing me for a whole month – seeing her smile made my day and the rest of my week.
- Now the thing is up, so I suggest we take the elevator now, probably knock down anybody in there or play it cool – Morgan shut me up and drag me backwards, right behind a wall.
- What have you done? – That was my father’s voice, he sounded really upset.
- I don’t answer to you, lackey – Definitely Brunhilde, and that was an awesome burn.
- It’s Loki. And you will answer to the Grandmaster – for what it sounded they were exchanging punches, either that or something that made me mentally sick.
- Why would you help my brother escape with that green fool? –
- I don’t help anyone – again with the suspicious punching sounds, Morgan was weirdly flushed and I was trying not to think of Valkyrie as my possible stepmother, it was harder than I anticipated.
- You’re a Valkyrie - his surprise and excitement tone was really cute; it didn’t last tho.
- I though the Valkyrie had all died gruesome deaths – I shoot Morgan an “I told you” face and mouthed “He’s an asshole”, which she responded with a very hard hit to my stomach and an aggressive mouthing of “He’s your father”.
- Choose your next words wisely - Val set the warning tone, I immediately knew he was toasted, until he did the following most shitty act, - I’m terribly sorry, must be a very painful memory – and he used his powers to made her re-live her worst memory, that was low, even for him.
And after she snapped out of it, she knocked the fuck out of him, until he was unconscious.
We came out of our hiding thinking she was long gone, but she surprised us by scoffing trough the silence. Morgan won't admit it today, but she screamed quite loud and high-pitched, I won't deny that I jumped against the elevator door, but we promised not to mention it again.
She just gave us a look and dragged my father's body away, during the entire ride in the elevator on the way to the hangar I couldn't contain my laughter. - You're mean - Morgan chided me, - You have to admit that despite her size, she hit him pretty hard – to my surprise she laughed as well.
- Although, he restrained himself at the end – It came to my surprise that he did surrender himself, - You mean… – yeah, - I’m pretty sure he let her win – eventually the doors opened and a bunch of dudes with armor started attacking us for absolutely no reason, so we had to take them all down.
- But why? – she asked while kicking a guard in the nuts, - I only know so much because of the sound of it, so I have no idea – I jumped and took a weird looking gun, because I couldn’t crack how it worked I just hit someone with it.
- He has a heart – she said in a sing-song tone, - Yeah, pitch black – we took down at least ten weird dudes with crab armory, and when there was no more we hopped on the next elevator.
- Eye contact – she had to remind me of that shit, - If I had been a little closer, he would have had some contact, indeed. – she fucking hit me with her elbow on the stomach again, - Ouch! I meant a slight kick, jeez woman – the fact that she thought what I thought she did made me sick.
- I’m sorry, suddenly I heard “Sweet home Alabama” in my head – nice one though.
- Because of the meme? –.
- Because of the meme –.
- Hell yeah – I kept nodding in agreement…and then we made it to the hangar.
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