"Mm! Mm-mm-mm! Mmm—! Mm!"
A muffled protest came from the corner.
Loki writhed like a fish out of water, trying to get someone's attention.
Thor looked down at him.
The two puncture wounds in Loki's thighs were still seeping blood, making him look rather pitiful.
Thor felt a twinge of sympathy.
He stepped forward and yanked the gag from Loki's mouth.
"Whew—!" Loki greedily gulped down the air inside the cabin.
"Damn it! This thing reeks. I was about to throw up!"
Then Thor grabbed the clasp on Loki's shackles, exerted both hands, and tore apart the chains binding him.
Rubbing his aching wrists, Loki collapsed onto the deck.
"Listen, Loki." Thor gave him a sharp look. "From now on, you'd better behave yourself."
"The best outcome for you now is to come back to Asgard with me and be put in confinement."
"Or I can leave you in this junkyard to fend for yourself."
"You'd better not make me choose the latter."
Loki glanced outside the ship through the window.
He knew perfectly well that Grandmaster was probably itching to melt him alive.
Staying on Sakaar was certain death.
Escaping with these people was the best possible option.
"Of course, brother." Loki immediately put on a sincere smile and obediently lowered his gaze. "I completely agree with your suggestion. Returning to Asgard to face a just trial is what I deserve."
After saying that, he staggered to his feet and faced Star-Lord, Rocket Raccoon, and the others.
"Thank you very much for rescuing me. I am Loki, of the Asgardian royal family." He gave a slight bow. "Believe me, I can be of great help during the journey ahead."
"Shut up, slick-hair." Rocket Raccoon was having none of it, pointing his gun at Loki's nose. "Say one more word