Grandmaster: *on one knee with a diamond ring* Loki, will you marry me?
Loki: *puts diamond ring on* Na.
Tag: space floozy
I keep imagining Loki landing on Sakaar and the scavengers are like, “are you food or a fighter?“
And Loki’s like, “is there a third option?”
Some masked fellow says, “space floozy.”
“Right. That then. I’m that.”





