(Set in the time of Thor: Ragnarok)

𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞,

Of all the possessions I happen to have brought to Sakaar, it's rather fortunate that I included a diary. I can't mention how necessary it is to occasionally share a word with someone. Preferably someone who's NOT an infuriating adopted brother, or some eccentric dictator with a meltstick.

Thor has been quite unwilling to talk ever since he was (forcibly) brought to the Grandmaster's territory. I think it might be the fact that I may have left our father on the sidewalk with an Old Age Home being demolished. Or the fact that the above mentioned Sakaarian dictator has (unwillingly) made Thor the new contender for his Champion.

I haven't seen this Champion of his, but I've heard he's quite a beast. Being the diplomatic immortal I am, I feel it is now time for a negotiation with the Lord of Thunder. I could go under the guise of offering to get him out of his precarious state. But as it has been for the past aeons, there's always something in it for me.

We also happen to be caught up in a small family issue here. Hela (who also happens to be our sister) is now drawing her power from Asgard, and my foolish brother thinks he can stop the prophesied Ragnarok on his own by defeating her. That is really wrong on so many moral accounts, but like I've said before...
I'm adopted.

There's also this insufferable Scrapper who was responsible for the arrival of my brother. Scrapper 142, or the Booze Hag as the Grandmaster's assistant calls her, is developing a knack for getting on my nerves. She's arrogant, conceited and ignorant, and reminds me of myself. I shudder to think that a person would actually agree to take on a lowly name like "scrapper". But I suppose I do have more pressing matters to attend to than analysing the strange titles of scrappers at Sakaar.

I'll accept Thor's gratitude tomorrow when I visit him in his golden prison. He's probably losing his sanity talking to a creature made of falling rocks anyway.

And if he's going to continue being his ungrateful self, I really shan't tell him about the haircut he is to receive before his fight with the Champion tomorrow.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖋,
𝕷𝖔𝖐𝖎 𝕺𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓