"what have you, uh, come to ask of me?"

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

Alone would be the preferable option—perhaps he could get something accomplished then!

But…he could already tell the Grandmaster was a fickle one.

His favor…

While he was not one for sitting and watching the ships fly overhead, he was one for indulging his fancies. Loki, was a particularly fond fancy, he would not lie. 

Loki eased into En Dwi’s hand, adoring the so-oft-sought-after attention in his heart of hearts.

Perhaps the man was known as a psychopath, but Loki could rather get used to this…

And after all, who to better serve a psychopath than another?

“One of the, uh, benefits of being a creature of high class,” En cooed as they strolled. “Is, uh, I know how to pamper and treat a pretty thing such as yourself how you should be,” he smirked, glancing at him slyly. “Tell me, pet, name anything you would, uh, wish to have at this moment. Be it food, drink, being, and it will be fetched for you and brought to the gardens.” 

He wondered if that was a general privilege…

“Just some wine…” he sighed, trying his best to appear delicate, weak, “…it helps with my melancholy.”

His hand tightened upon the other when he leaned in. “For you? Company, my dear, I have in, uh, I have in abundance,” he smiled. Small and genuine. Perhaps he really had grown fond of this one. 

He was momentarily stunned by the sheer magnitude of the gardens, the delicate care put in. And how the trees did sway, the flowers mingled with each other so well, breeds of the universe congregated here in one soil. There was color, there was scent oh so carefully selected—

There was narcissism, in sculpted hedges…Loki retained a snort, for he would do the same…

“They’re lovely…” he spoke in complete honestly for once, finding it impossible to retain his awe.

En Dwi grinned and put both hands on Loki’s hips, ghosting his lips over his neck without actually touching. “Not as lovely as you, Pet,” he responded smoothly.

“I thank you for your kindness all the same,” he chuckled, pulling away slightly when he saw the guard had returned. He took the bottle and glasses he had held out and grinned, urging Loki to turn around.

But he was met with the Grandmaster’s touch…

And for a moment, he genuinely did melt, bracing himself by holding the the man’s shoulders. But then touch was gone, the eccentric tyrant withdrew, and Loki was left to pondering once more as he scanned the gardens for something he recognized to be effective…

When the man returned, Loki was delighted by the sight of the wine.

“Tell me,” he said after a moment. “Which direction would you like to, uh, wander first?”

The gardens were reasonably large, after all. En would be happy to show him the whole thing if he wished it, though it would likely take some time.

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

Alone would be the preferable option—perhaps he could get something accomplished then!

But…he could already tell the Grandmaster was a fickle one.

His favor…

While he was not one for sitting and watching the ships fly overhead, he was one for indulging his fancies. Loki, was a particularly fond fancy, he would not lie. 

Loki eased into En Dwi’s hand, adoring the so-oft-sought-after attention in his heart of hearts.

Perhaps the man was known as a psychopath, but Loki could rather get used to this…

And after all, who to better serve a psychopath than another?

“One of the, uh, benefits of being a creature of high class,” En cooed as they strolled. “Is, uh, I know how to pamper and treat a pretty thing such as yourself how you should be,” he smirked, glancing at him slyly. “Tell me, pet, name anything you would, uh, wish to have at this moment. Be it food, drink, being, and it will be fetched for you and brought to the gardens.” 

He wondered if that was a general privilege…

“Just some wine…” he sighed, trying his best to appear delicate, weak, “…it helps with my melancholy.”

His hand tightened upon the other when he leaned in. “For you? Company, my dear, I have in, uh, I have in abundance,” he smiled. Small and genuine. Perhaps he really had grown fond of this one. 

He was momentarily stunned by the sheer magnitude of the gardens, the delicate care put in. And how the trees did sway, the flowers mingled with each other so well, breeds of the universe congregated here in one soil. There was color, there was scent oh so carefully selected—

There was narcissism, in sculpted hedges…Loki retained a snort, for he would do the same…

“They’re lovely…” he spoke in complete honestly for once, finding it impossible to retain his awe.

En Dwi grinned and put both hands on Loki’s hips, ghosting his lips over his neck without actually touching. “Not as lovely as you, Pet,” he responded smoothly.

“I thank you for your kindness all the same,” he chuckled, pulling away slightly when he saw the guard had returned. He took the bottle and glasses he had held out and grinned, urging Loki to turn around.

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

Alone would be the preferable option—perhaps he could get something accomplished then!

But…he could already tell the Grandmaster was a fickle one.

His favor…

While he was not one for sitting and watching the ships fly overhead, he was one for indulging his fancies. Loki, was a particularly fond fancy, he would not lie. 

Loki eased into En Dwi’s hand, adoring the so-oft-sought-after attention in his heart of hearts.

Perhaps the man was known as a psychopath, but Loki could rather get used to this…

And after all, who to better serve a psychopath than another?

“One of the, uh, benefits of being a creature of high class,” En cooed as they strolled. “Is, uh, I know how to pamper and treat a pretty thing such as yourself how you should be,” he smirked, glancing at him slyly. “Tell me, pet, name anything you would, uh, wish to have at this moment. Be it food, drink, being, and it will be fetched for you and brought to the gardens.” 

He wondered if that was a general privilege…

“Just some wine…” he sighed, trying his best to appear delicate, weak, “…it helps with my melancholy.”

His hand tightened upon the other when he leaned in. “For you? Company, my dear, I have in, uh, I have in abundance,” he smiled. Small and genuine. Perhaps he really had grown fond of this one. 

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

Alone would be the preferable option—perhaps he could get something accomplished then!

But…he could already tell the Grandmaster was a fickle one.

His favor…

While he was not one for sitting and watching the ships fly overhead, he was one for indulging his fancies. Loki, was a particularly fond fancy, he would not lie. 

Loki eased into En Dwi’s hand, adoring the so-oft-sought-after attention in his heart of hearts.

Perhaps the man was known as a psychopath, but Loki could rather get used to this…

And after all, who to better serve a psychopath than another?

“One of the, uh, benefits of being a creature of high class,” En cooed as they strolled. “Is, uh, I know how to pamper and treat a pretty thing such as yourself how you should be,” he smirked, glancing at him slyly. “Tell me, pet, name anything you would, uh, wish to have at this moment. Be it food, drink, being, and it will be fetched for you and brought to the gardens.” 

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

Alone would be the preferable option—perhaps he could get something accomplished then!

But…he could already tell the Grandmaster was a fickle one.

His favor…

While he was not one for sitting and watching the ships fly overhead, he was one for indulging his fancies. Loki, was a particularly fond fancy, he would not lie. 

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Perhaps, uh, you would fancy some company?” He asked, lips twitching. “We could go to my personal gardens,” he added. He hadn’t been there in quite a while, though he assumed the plants there were being cared for. Perhaps Loki would enjoy them more than he. 

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“I would, uh, indeed appreciate your company during the next tournament,” he grinned. Perhaps he’d even allow Loki to sit on his lounge with him. An honour he only reserved for his most precious guests. 

By Odin, you’re so easy!

Loki was quite surprised the Grandmaster hadn’t been assassinated yet. The trickster hadn’t even enchanted the man! 

He giggled youthfully, adopting that oft-adored smirk of a darling androgyne, ah, but his eyes could hardly lie…

Loki was hungry. 

Though he pulled his head away a little at that last comment, arm still around his waist. “What, uh, what is a dog?” He asked, serious in his question. He’d never heard of a ‘dog’ before.

“Huh…?”

Oh shit.

Earth idioms.

“Ah…yes?” he croaked, “There is such a thing as…as dogfighting…”

“Hmm,” he replied thoughtfully. “I should, uh, like to meet one someday.”

The Grandmaster runs his hand through Loki’s hair softly, as though it were almost an apology for yanking on it.

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“I would, uh, indeed appreciate your company during the next tournament,” he grinned. Perhaps he’d even allow Loki to sit on his lounge with him. An honour he only reserved for his most precious guests. 

By Odin, you’re so easy!

Loki was quite surprised the Grandmaster hadn’t been assassinated yet. The trickster hadn’t even enchanted the man! 

He giggled youthfully, adopting that oft-adored smirk of a darling androgyne, ah, but his eyes could hardly lie…

Loki was hungry. 

Though he pulled his head away a little at that last comment, arm still around his waist. “What, uh, what is a dog?” He asked, serious in his question. He’d never heard of a ‘dog’ before.

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“I would, uh, indeed appreciate your company during the next tournament,” he grinned. Perhaps he’d even allow Loki to sit on his lounge with him. An honour he only reserved for his most precious guests. 

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Flowers need water to grow, do they not? I would consider, uh, you to be a flower deserving of the highest affections.”

Loki was terribly sick of being thought of as something so delicate, but he supposed the other connotations were pleasant. He was pretty…

“I was just thinking…If I could join you in the arena—maybe once or twice…”

He entwined his fingers around the other man’s thicker ones, allowing himself to flush slightly on command—a fine manipulative talent!

Washed up on Sakaar.

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Flowers need water to grow, do they not? I would consider, uh, you to be a flower deserving of the highest affections.”

Loki was terribly sick of being thought of as something so delicate, but he supposed the other connotations were pleasant. He was pretty…

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.

“Flowers need water to grow, do they not? I would consider, uh, you to be a flower deserving of the highest affections.”

@eternalgamesmaster

The other man’s broad hands caught Loki by surprise, and he stiffened, his own seizing them so that they laid flat upon his hips. But he recognized the fingers’ length, their rings, and his vice grip loosened.

“You surprised me!” he laughed, attempting to sound jovial past the sudden lump in his throat.