thehumon:

Loki had quickly learned that jealousy was a useless feeling on Sakaar. There was nothing unusual about finding Grandmaster in bed with someone. He invited people, and creatures that barely qualified as such, into his bed all the time. No, what was suspicious about his current bedfellow was that he was still dressed.

Grandmaster leisurely rested against the man while his guest blew purple smoke into the air. There was an old familiarity between them Loki didn’t like. He coughed politely.

Both men’s eyes snapped to him, and Grandmaster’s whole face lit up in a big smile. “Here he is! Tivan, this is Loki. My current, uh, consort”

The man beside him sat up, studying Loki under hooded eyes. “Loki…” he said, like he was tasting the name “Interesting. The name and clothes would suggest an Asgardian, yet before us stands…” he tilted his head back slightly “…a jotun”

“Jotun?” Grandmaster chuckled, looking bemused at Loki.

Loki’s brows furrowed for just a second. How could he tell?
He didn’t trust this man. He would have to go.

The Collector and Grandmaster doing illegal space drugs because you know they do. I had so much fun drawing them yesterday I had to get this out of my system.