"You should know, so I will speak." Loki said simply, with a tired smile. Another breath, and the masks were back but less as defense mechanism now and more as focus.

"Our sister, Hela, appeared before us. She demanded we kneel. Claimed Thor looked nothing like Father, but that I sounded like him when I tried to bargain. In any case, a fight ensued. I called for the bifrost to take us to Asgard, which was a mistake as Hela drew her power from there. We all 3 fought while being transported, and I was knocked out of the bifrost mid transport. I ended up on a planet called Sakaar where most of the trash and detritus of the universe ends up. It was a relatively lawless place for the most part save one pocket of civilization ruled over by a being known as the Grandmaster. His moods were more volatile than mine and getting into, and maintaining, his favor was like dancing on a knife's edge over a fire. His taste in entertainment went to gladiatorial games and blood sport and his appetites to excess even for a hedonist. I was there for months before Thor showed up, and it having only been a few seconds for himself.