#grandmasterloki

Thiswas not going as planned. As he looked around, he saw that it was just him;neither Hela nor Thor had fallen alongside him, unfortunately. Picking himselfup and dusting himself off, his first instinct was to approach the group. Theydidn’t seem particularly terrifying in their brightly coloured wear; however,one man was sitting in an extravagant chair in the middle of the crowd. He wasobviously important. Loki probably could not blend in as part of the partygoers.

Therewere people serving the group as well, scantily clad from an entryway to the rightof the party. Blending into the shadows, he walked to this entrance, observingthe way the servers were dressed before transforming himself to wearingsomething similar. He might be able to use this to his advantage and find a wayto escape the gardens. However, before he was even at the door, a woman pusheda large platter of something into his hands.

‘Ohgood, so the extra servers have finally arrived,’ she said. ‘Get going; bringthese to the Grand Master.’

‘I-‘before Loki could reply, he was pushed towards the party. With a sigh, heresigned himself to the task. The grand master fellow must be the guy in the chair,he assumed, and he made his way through the group, stopping to where the manwas sitting. The man took some of the food off the platter without looking overat him, and Loki smiled to himself. That wasn’t so hard, he thought as heturned around. But now, to escape.

‘Hey,’he suddenly heard from behind him, and he turned around to see the Grand Masterlooking at him. ‘You don’t look like one of the normal servers.’

Ohdamn, he’d been caught.

‘Theywere short-staffed,’ Loki replied with a forced smile. ‘I’m from… the agency.’

‘Oh,’said man. ‘Well, they did a good job picking you out. You can stay.’