Loki and Sigyn, His Glorious Purpose

LOKI'S POINT OF VIEW
Upon being knocked out of the Bifrost, I found myself hurdled quite forcefully on this delightful little planet called Sakaar. I quickly learned that Sakaar was practically a giant ball of trash traveling through space. It was created by a fellow nicknamed the Grandmaster. Sakaar was in the Tayo star system and was surrounded by numerous wormholes that deposit space waste. With this information in mind, I suppose that made me space waste as well. Sakaar was a hub for all those lost and found by the grandmaster. He used all those who washed up on his garbage shores like toys to be played with. Luckily, I quickly gained his favor and was not deemed a fighter. Had I been worthy of his gladiator-style tournament, I would have been expected to battle a giant green beast. Or at least, that's what I had heard.

The grandmaster was an interesting man, he was clothed in gold and was altogether worshiped by the Sakaarians. From the moment I met him, I realized he wanted nothing more than to be entertained. Luckily, my charm and wit were quite amusing to him and I quickly weaseled my way into his inner circle. Despite this, I was still completely unable of finding a way off the planet and back to Asgard. In the two weeks that I had resided there, I had worked tirelessly to try and find any way home. I could barely sleep knowing that Sigyn and Hela were most likely facing my newfound sister. I had no clue whether they were alright but I knew they were far from safe. From the way that woman so easily crushed Mjolnir with just one hand told me all I needed to know about her. She was terrifying, and I did not want to cross her.

Two weeks seemed to pass sluggishly by as I worked to make friends who could help me get home. I rubbed elbows with the most prominent Sakaarians and worked to make the Grandmaster fond of me. I knew the only way I could leave that damn planet was if I had friends in high places.

"There was a wormhole in space and time beneath me," I explained to a group of Sakaarian vips as we sat upon lush velvet sofas, "At that moment, I let go."

They all laughed, stunned at the story of arrival upon the garbage planet. Above the sound of their laughter, my ears pricked as I heard, "Loki!? Loki! Over here!"

My eyes widened and I immediately recognized that shrill voice. Thor. Looking through the crowd that had gathered around me, I saw my brother strapped to a chair as he sat before the Grandmaster. I shot a charming smile to the group around me and politely asked, "Excuse me one second?"

I quickly got up and went to Thor as he shrilly called my name once more. I rushed to him and hastily shut him up.

"Shh," I commanded quietly, my face pale with shock, "What? You're alive?"

"Yes, I'm alive," he replied, struggling against his bindings. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? I'm stuck in this stupid chair. Where's your chair?" Thor asked, pulling against his restraints and clearly growing frustrated.

"I didn't get a chair."

"Get me out of this one."

"I can't."

"What?" Thor questioned me, his brows furrowed as he looked up at me.

I sighed. He was completely ruining my plan and blowing my cover. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. 

"I've made friends with this man," I said quietly, gesturing behind me, "He's called the Grandmaster."

"Oh, he's crazy!"

I rolled my eyes, did he have to be so incredibly blunt? 

"I've gained his favor," I explained to him, "The Bifrost brought me out here weeks ago."