Since even "clever" Thor could think that far ahead, what about the even cleverer Loki? Of course he understood what his brother was thinking.
He had told plenty of lies in the past, but this time it was true. The sad part was precisely that when the story of "the boy who cried wolf" had played out too many times, no one believed him when the wolf really came.
He gave a bitter smile and used a minor water spell to slip free from the big man's embrace. He did not need eye drops; he only needed to get Thor out of here.
"Wait!"
What he feared came to pass. The Grandmaster rose behind Loki and called for the two of them to stop. As the ruler of Sakaar spoke, the guards around them immediately raised their various weapons.
Loki took a deep breath, put on a smile again, and turned around. "May I ask if there is anything else?"
"I almost forgot something. If you pass by Earth and happen to see Deathstroke, deliver a message for me. Ask him whether he is interested in taking part in a game beyond the universe."
The Second Prince inwardly sighed in relief, and his shoulders relaxed. "Understood."
"Fine, then how are you leaving? Do you need to borrow a spacecraft? There are plenty of natural wormholes near Sakaar that can get you to Asgard quickly." The Grandmaster turned back, lay down on the couch, and resumed eating grapes. He seemed to be in a rather good mood.
"Thank you for your kindness, but right now I only need to take my brother somewhere open and deserted, like the rooftop." Loki thanked him again, then dragged Thor out the door and down the corridor. "This time, I'm telling the truth."
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