Chapter 4
Loki had finished bathing, cleaning the cum that coated his thighs and stomach off. He wasn't limping as much as the days before, but it was still there. Thor had marked him again, but it wasn't as harsh as he had wanted. Despite the blond’s clothes having been returned to him, he never used his belt on Loki like he wanted.
Thor entered the bathroom, and Loki looked up, still seated in the tub.
“Hey, baby.”
Thor strode leisurely to the younger, kneeling down to kiss him. The water was scented something floral, and it suited the pale man, swathed in the warm sudsy water.
"Hey," he purred against his lips, fingers trailing against his healing neck.
These passed few days had been something out of a dream. He hadn't met anyone else in the house yet, but had occasionally seen the men Loki had called Hogun and Volstagg, which was going to be remedied today. But otherwise they had not been bothered, so it was easy to get carried away in what Thor could only describe as a romantic getaway.
Loki's wet hair trailed down his shoulders, coming to rest in the water and Thor had often told him how much he liked it grown out, and that if he cut it again, Thor would punish him in a way he would certainly not enjoy.
“Are you ready to meet everyone?” Loki asked, taking the water in his hands and pouring it on his shoulders. “I know they're anxious to meet you.”
Loki stood and got up, accepting the towel Thor handed him. The blond had showered earlier and was clean and Loki had gotten clothes up for the man, and was pleased to see they fit him well. As Loki dried off, he saw Thor thumbing through the clothes in the wardrobe. The ex-cop was picking out his clothes and it made Loki smile as he got dressed. No one would know it was Thor’s choice, but Loki did.
Thor smiled as he looked Loki up and down, satisfied after straightening his collar. The black outfit hugged his lithe frame, accentuating his height but kept an air of strong masculinity. It didn't miss Thor's notice that they were of a high quality, and he couldn't even guess how much they were.
He hadn't wanted their pretend getaway to end, and he hoped that meeting the 'hosts' would be less tense as when he'd met Loki's sister. But apparently not.
"What were their names again?" Thor asked, again straightening Loki's shirt..
“I look so smart.” Loki hummed, looking in the mirror before they left the confines of the room. “En Dwi is the older brother and Taneleer is the younger. Taneleer owns this mansion, and he likes strange things. So if you've got any weird stories, he will want to know.”
As they walked down the stairs, Loki stopped Thor before they entered the room.
“Oh... Before you get wildly possessive, both of the brothers have an obsession with me. For your sake, I would suggest you don't try anything to assert your claim over me.” Loki warned him, looking at him. “I will make sure they know it, alright?”
Thor didn't like the sound of that, and it showed on his face. But after a raised brow from Loki, Thor let out a long breath.
"Fine.. I'll behave." But it wasn't a promise. Thor leaned down to kiss Loki, at first softly, but then he nipped at his lip, breaking the skin.
Loki sucked his lip, groaning softly.
He gave Thor a glare and opened the door.
“Loooooooooooooookiiiiiii!” Shouted En Dwi, who stood up instantly smiling, then looked at Thor, his eyebrows raising. “Ohh.... Uh, er- this must be your special... uh, special friend. Or whatever your uh-uh wanna call it.”
Loki smiled at them and introduced Thor. Hela was sitting at the table and she looked at Loki.
“Took you long enough.” She accused in French. Her older brother stuck his tongue out at her. “You shouldn't flaunt those injuries like that. It excites people in the wrong way.”
“Thor... An ex-cop.” Taneleer enunciated every word perfectly. “What an ideal lover, no?”
The question was directed to Loki, with a raised white brow.
“Tany-” Loki cooed. “Be nice to him.”
The tattooed man looked at Thor, and put on a forced, pleasant smile.
Unprepared had been Thor's mantra for this entire week, and was no different with the brothers.
En Dwi was easy to pick out from the two, being more personable and immediately greeting them with a smile, and Taneleer with his stark white hair and stoic expression Thor pegged him as the collector Loki had mentioned.
Thor followed Loki's suit, pasting on the same pleasant smile he had reserved for when he worked at the LAPD, dealing with angry superiors or entitled elected officials.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." Thor stuck his hand out to shake Taneleer's hand, but the white haired man only looked at him with a slight sneer.
But before Thor could retract it, En Dwi took it instead.
“It’s nice to uh... meet you, Thor, was it?” En Dwi said, shaking his hand. “So you uh... You're screwing Loki here, huh?”
Loki gave the man a look.
“Endy.” Loki growled in warning. “If we can't play nice, then I'm not bringing him out anymore.”
That gave him a tug on his hand from Thor.
“Or... He's not gonna let me play anymore.” Loki corrected himself, and he didn't need to look at his lover’s face to see the smirk on it.
“Fags.” Hela hissed from the table. Loki grabbed something from next to him and threw it at her. The sound of pain was enough to make him smile. The brothers watched the interaction, and even Thor raised a brow.
“We love each other, my sister and I.” Loki said with a pleasant smile. The silence broke with En Dwi laughing loudly.
“Now, that's what I uh, call my type of uh, familial love.” He chuckled.
Thor knew Loki had told him of his and Hela's cut throat childhood, but he still didn't understand the 'love' part of their relationship.
Thor took Loki's hand in his own again as En Dwi finished his giggle fit. Hela hadn't retaliated like Thor had expected, instead just shooting her brother a look the ex cop couldn't place.
So instead, Thor redirected the conversation, away from both the stares between the siblings and Thor and Loki's sex life.
"So,.. Taneleer. Loki tells me you're something of a collector. Do you have anything specific, or is it eclectic?"
That piqued the man’s interest.
“Let me show you some of my collection.” He said and walked out of the room, not bothering to checking to see if the cop was following him. Loki grabbed Thor’s hand and had him follow, and then he harshly pulled Hela along.
“Since you insist on being a fucking plague, you're going to do me a favor and distract at least one of them.” Loki cooed, but figured the chances of Taneleer knowing French was too high, so he reverted to Norwegian. “You owe me. Father would've never sent you if I didn't ask for you. You've been begging to get out of that hell hole, and I've given you a way out. I swear I will break both of your legs if you mess with me anymore.”
At a look from Thor, he just smiled. He had said all of those things in the most pleasant voice, as if they were discussing the weather.
“I'm not sucking dick.” She replied. It was their first language. Then came English. Then French. For Loki, it was Spanish next. For Hela, she learned Mandarin. Their father had intensely insisted on them being multilingual.
“No, but you will distract them.” Loki replied.
“Here is my collection, my darlings.” Taneleer said, opening a double door.
Thor had only been able to pick up pieces of Loki and Hela's conversation, having learned second hand from Odin's own broken Norwegian.
But his attention was pulled back when Taneleer opened the doors to a grand showroom, and Thor's eyes actually widened at the sheer array of things.
Everything had been lovingly set up on display, everything from paintings to suits of armor to ancient weapons, even some things that Thor couldn't recognize at all.
"Wow-" Thor's honest response as he walked in, taking it all in.
“I spend millions of dollars and trade countless things.... All so the ex-cop can just say ‘wow’.” Taneleer muttered in disgust to his brother. Hela took it to be her cue and draped herself over the man, demanding to know what this and that was. This soothed the collector, who took her hand and showed her. En Dwi looked bored, and snuck up behind Loki, grabbing him around the waist.
“Endy!” Loki squealed as he was lifted off his feet. “Stop!”
“Haha, I've got you-” En Dwi laughed.
Thor turned quickly when Loki squealed, and couldn't help the growl that came when En Dwi picked him up, reaching immediately to pull him out of the grey haired man's grasp, ignoring Loki's stifled protests.
Comments of affection and prods into their sexual endeavors, Thor could deal with that and let it roll of his back, but he bristled at the man becoming too physical with his Loki.
“Haha, easy there, uh tiger.” En Dwi said, his semi-permanent grin still on his face. “So what... He just shows up, and uh... claims you?”
It was a challenge. Loki shrugged out of Thor's arms.
“Careful now, Endy...” Loki said, standing tall, and looking the man in the eye. En Dwi didn't like weakness. And Loki wasn't going to show him any of that. “You know better than to suggest I need protection, my dear. You were present in L.A.”
Grimacing, Loki realized Thor might understand what he meant.
Hela and Taneleer were watching them.
“He was there while you skinned that man?” She asked. Loki flinched. Now Thor would definitely understand, but he couldn't back down.
“Yes. He was- he saw every bit of it.” Loki put on a smile. “All I had to do to get him to cooperate was to just speak. The skinning was just.... For fun.”
"...you.. What?" Thor's voice was low, but cut through the conversation clearly.
Flashes of the cadaver that had been dragged from the LA River years ago slammed into his mind. The police had to identify him using dental records as Daniel Stenton, a low ranking member of the Serpents. The LAPD had never identified the man Loki had described.
The whole reason Loki had been 'protected' in the first place.
Thor felt a tight knot in his stomach as he registered what both En Dwi and Loki had just said. Not only was Loki responsible for the skinned man, but -- he enjoyed it,
Thor grabbed Loki roughly by the arm and turned him to face him fully, eyes wide in a mix of disbelief and anger.
"YOU skinned that man??" The question was rhetorical since Thor already had his answer- but he didn't want to believe Loki would do that- that he would do something so vehemently wrong for the enjoyment of it.
“Let go of me, Thor... don't make me take you down.” Loki said quietly. “Hela, take them away.”
Hela was tugging on both brothers, and although they were nearly rooted in their spots, she convinced them to give the lovers some space. Thor still had a tight grip on Loki’s arm.
“Thor...” Loki warned. “I fucking told you it would be so much easier if I was dead and out of your life.”
"I don't want to fucking hear that." Thor snarled. "I want an explanation. Tell me you didn't do that - not for fun. Tell me you had a fucking reason for it."
Thor knew he wasn't going to like what Loki did, what his business required from him, and for the most part Thor had told himself it would be fine if he didn't ask, maybe he could ignore it or pretend it hadn't happened, but this? Skinning someone's face, that was a level of cruel he didn't think even Loki had.
"Tell me you were only telling En Dwi you did it for fun."
Loki looked away. Thor wouldn't like his answer anyway.
“I had to put on a show for them.” Loki replied. “You can't be weak in this game. If I didn't prove to them I could be ruthless, I wouldn't have support I needed. Thor-”
The man was reeling, and he could see a million thoughts were racing in his head.
“I'm... I'm sorry.” But the look Thor gave him was too much and Loki found himself walking away. “You should just leave. This is too much for you. I'd rather you go now, before you find out even more about me.” Said the tattooed man, exiting the doors. “The skinning? It's not even the worst thing I've had to do. It’s not.... it’s not...”
"No." The one words statement resonated loudly through the room. Thor was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed.
He strode over to Loki, catching him by his wrist before he could leave the room.
"You're fucking running away from this rather than confronting me? You'd rather push me away after everything we literally just worked through instead of talking about this?" His grip only tightened when Loki tried to pull away.
"God DAMN IT Loki!" Thor nearly roared, yanking Loki fully back into the room against a wall to stop him from trying to leave Thor's grasp again.
"I told you I wasn't leaving. And I swear to god if you fucking tell me I should have killed you I'm going to sew your mouth shut. I've made my decision. So you DON'T get to just decide to walk away. Not on something like this. I asked you a question. I asked if you had a fucking reason to skin the man. Are you telling me it was for social survival, and that's it? Just a show?"
It twisted Thor's stomach to call torture 'just a show', but he understood the circumstances. The best he could possibly hope for out of it was that it was all it had been.
But defiance sparked up in loki's eyes.
“What the fuck are you gonna do if I told you that I did like it?” He spat. “Huh? What the fuck are you gonna do? Bend me over and spank me?”
Thor’s grip on him tightened and it hurt- and he got no pleasure from it.
“I gutted a man once, Thor. His guts spilled out and then I shoved them down his throat and watched as he choked on them-” He pushed against Thor. The man was too strong. “I was raised in violence and taught to relish in it- this is me. This is the Loki you fell in love with!” He yelled the last part, tears sliding down his face.
“Goddammit!” Cursed the smaller man. “I'm always fucking crying with you around. I'm fucking weak when you're around.”
Still struggling against Thor's grasp, Loki felt ashamed.
“I will never ever be the Loki you want me to be. Whatever ideal you had in your head, you need to get rid of it right now.” He snapped. “In bed, I'm your baby, your obedient slut, but out here- in my world- I'm Loki Jotunn and I am known to be cruel and vicious. They call me the Madman of the family. I told you Hela was tame.”
Thor stared at him, the air in a stark electrical silence as Thor struggled to find words. He was having a hard time taking in what Loki was saying, rejecting the reality of his words and hating himself for wanting to pretend there wasn't an ugly truth to the words that hurt to hear.
"I need some air." Thor finally released his grasp on Loki, taking a step back. "I need to - just - I need to be alone right now."
With that Thor slammed the double doors back open and made his way to the front door. He didn't know where he was going, but right now he needed to be away from Loki.
Loki let out a pained scream, and hit the wall.
“God! Fucking! Dammit!” He screeched. Hogun appeared in the doorway, and looked at his boss. Loki whipped his head toward him. “I need to hurt somebody, now.”
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“Hela.” Loki heard her enter into the room. A man was sitting, tied to a chair.
“He didn't know you are a crazy bastard?” She asked. She looked at the man, who was making grunting noises as he tried to escape. But the bonds were too tight- Loki had tied them himself. “He's not going to like anything about this life.”
Picking up a knife, Loki eyed it, then looked at his sister.
“He will learn to.” He said, advancing upon the man. “Or else he's going to end up like this deserter.”
Fat tears were rolling down the man’s face in absolute fear.
“Did you think we wouldn't find out you tried to bail, Tommy?” Loki cooed, gently wiping away a tear, relishing in the fact the man flinched. “You knew this was a one way ticket, love. There was no getting off.”
Hela grabbed a hammer, and swung it next to her side.
“Tommy, is it? Well, Tommy-” She lifted it and gently tapped his knee, making the man’s eyes widen in fear. “You can't get out... If you can't- WALK!”
Loki and his sister smiled as the man screamed around his gag, as Hela brought the hammer down.
“It's time for us to find out if you've squealed or not, Tommy.”
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Loki was back in his room, feeling much more relaxed. But it didn't mean he wasn't on edge, in anticipation for Thor’s return.
If he returned.
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The cold air was helping cool Thor's mind... as was the alcohol he grabbed from the trunk of his car.
Thor had grabbed it before walking down the very long winding road he had driven up to get here, needing the physical exercise to blow off some steam.
Loki's words still rang in his mind, and the gnawing fact that he had never directly answered Thor's question. Loki was born into prominent crime, Thor should have been prepared for something like this-, but..
Maybe Loki was right.. about Thor having this ideal of who Loki was, of what he was.
He still thought of him as the shaking tattooed man he'd met five years ago in the station, he still believed the lie that had been so intricately woven.
Thor knew Loki could be vulnerable, sweet, even compassionate.. but it had only been in his arms in bed. He realized outside of that, that Loki was right; Thor didn't really know him.
And yet..
It didn't change how Thor felt. It should have. Especially coming to the hard realization of what Loki actually did for his family business. He supposed he'd hoped it was just guns and drugs..
Thor wasn't exactly a stranger to violence, and growing up in LA's less affluent parts of town had hardened him to accept it was sometimes a part of life.
A part of life Thor had promised Loki he would stay with.
And it wasn't even touching on the things Thor had silently imagined, or worse fantasizes about.
Thor took another long swallow of his drink, slowing to a stop on a long stretch of straight road. Snow hadn't yet blanketed the area, but it dusted the grass and trees in crystal white. The sky was a pale blue in the afternoon sun, painting clouds in fiery oranges and pinks.
Thor wanted to be able to protect Loki. Stop him from doing this, stop him from thinking this was his only way of surviving.
But how could he?
Thor was not even an official cop any more. Didn't have any resources to steal Loki away if wanted to. Not anywhere where Laufey wouldn't search. Not to mention his sister..
Thor didn't have an alternative for Loki to take. Wishing it was different would change nothing, and neither would screaming at each other. He was still so pissed at the man for everything, and yet he couldn't blame him for surviving.
Thor wouldn't leave Loki, and Loki couldn't leave the life.
So what was he supposed to do?
--
It was hours before Thor returned to the mansion, leaving the now empty bottle in his car again and grabbing the bag he'd left in turn before coming back up the broad front stairs.
He was glad there was no one there as he made his way down the winding halls to Loki's room because he was in no mood to pretend to be pleasant. He paused in front of the doors for a moment, probably longer than he should have before finally opening it and walking inside.
Loki was sitting in a plush chair by the fire, and looked up when the blonde entered. Thor lingered at the doorway.
"Hey..."
Loki didn't answer for a moment. He had acquired a few cuts on his knuckles, marring the plain white skin, and his fingers had been running over them for the past hour.
“Hi...” He replied as Thor walked further into the room. Avoiding looking at him, Loki let the man do whatever. It was too much to be in the same room, so Loki got up and left. As he did, he realized the most silly thing-
This was their first real fight as a couple.
Thor caught Loki by his hand, not as roughly as he had earlier but stopping Loki from leaving just as he reached the door.
"Loki, wait." When he didn't respond or look at him, Thor let his hand go. "I want to talk to you. Not argue. Not screaming or anything like that... I want to just talk."
The new cuts on Loki's knuckles hadn't gone unnoticed by the ex cop, and he briefly wondered if it had been a wall or a person who'd taken the brunt.
“About what?” Loki asked. “Every time I open my mouth, you hear things you don't want to hear.”
But the touch had been too much and Loki found himself turning around, wrapping his arms around Thor’s neck and breathing in his scent. He smelled like Douglas firs and... booze. And Thor. He smelled like Thor. The man’s arms didn't wrap around him, and Loki didn't expect them to.
“How fucking stupid are we?” Loki asked softly into his neck. “You could've found someone from a nice neighborhood and family... settled down... started a family of your own... I probably could've had anyone i wanted... how stupid are we?”
Thor leaned into Loki, but still didn't bring his arms around the smaller man.
Maybe they were stupid.
"Yeah....but would we have been satisfied?" Thor asked quietly. In the back of his mind, Thor knew he wouldn't have been happy with what most people considered normal. The white picket fence had never appealed to him even as a child.
"Maybe fucked up needs fucked up to make sense.."
Loki snorted.
“Fucked up doesn't even begin to describe me, my love.” He whispered. “You know that- that's why you won't hold me right now.”
So the tattooed man pulled away, and retreated back to his chair. On the side table, he had been drawing in a journal he had kept since he had left Thor. There were only a few pages left- most of them were filled with sketches of the blond, of tattoo ideas, or of the things that haunted Loki’s dreams. Loki pulled the journal to his lap, and was tracing a tattoo he had designed. It was a miniature version of the tree of life, and he had incorporated his and Thor’s runes as the branches, overlapping.
Thor watched the way Loki elegantly sketched, making the lines in smooth motions. The design was pretty even though it was small. It was another thing Thor hadn't known about Loki; that he could draw.
He sat down on the ottoman near Loki, leaning heavily forward with his elbows on his knees.
"So.. what do we do then?.." Thor posed the question that he couldn't answer himself, not looking up at the smaller man. "Because.... I, still don't want to leave you Loki.. even.." he paused, hand slowly running over his mouth. "Even if you , when you, have to do things that I can't agree with.."
Loki paused the strokes of his pencil and looked at the man, sighing.
“I'm not sure I have the answer.” He admitted, biting the inside of his cheek. “But... If you can accept that there are certain things me... my family and my job requires of me, it'll make it easier. If you want... I can keep you here, locked away from it all, but something tells me that won't satisfy you.”
The look on Thor’s face made it very clear he didn't like that idea.
“But if you're really insistent on being with me all the time, you cannot appear to control me, love.” Loki said. “If I show weakness... They might write it off two or three times as me being crazy, but you can't dominate me out there. If my father were to ever even think you were controlling me, he would have you killed. I couldn't protect you then.”
Thor was silent, again realizing the sheer magnitude of their situation. Of who he'd fallen in love with..
Weakness was punished, and Thor would be seen and Loki's. The large man's pride wanted to be the only thing that could touch or protect him, .. but that wasn't how this worked. Not in the underground world he was refusing to leave.
"...I can pretend.." Thor finally said, quietly. He looked up at Loki, gently fidgeting his hands. "If.. that's what you need to be able to stay safe here.. I can do that."
He remembered he had tried earlier when En Dwi had grabbed Loki, and he internally scowled at even the memory.
But if Thor was going to even remotely make this work, he had to do better. He had to listen to Loki.
“You're going to hear me say horrible things... see me do even worse things... I need you to trust me. I know that's the craziest thing, but if I can't trust you and you can't trust me, you will be led astray.” Loki said, rubbing the space between his brows. “I guess I never planned what would happen when you found me. I just... I was just so lost in missing you.”
Loki closed the journal after a moment and sighed, sitting up in the chair correctly.
“It might be a good idea if you... I don't know.” He paused, then bit his lip. “To everyone else, they know I have two main men- Volstagg and Hogun. If I were to garner a third, you, it wouldn't raise much suspicion. But you would have to call me boss and defer to me in situations outside of this room. Thor, it's either a gilded cage or you play along. That's the way this life goes.”
Thor knew his answer. Even as he tried to mull over both options, he knew he would never stay shut in.
A right hand man's title wasn't the worst thing he could go by, and Loki's reasoning made sense more than any other option presented.
It was only a title, a bit of pretend.
Thor nodded softly.
"..Okay, boss.." Thor offered a small smile as sort of a peace between them.
Loki smiled at him softly.
“Thor...” He cooed. “I love you... You're... You're everything.”
He got up, trailing a hand along Thor's shoulders, then went to his wardrobe.
“Five years ago... You told me I should have something.” Said the tattooed man, standing with something in his hands. “Here.”
He handed the man a collar.
“I promise I'll be your perfect baby in here.” Whispered Loki, he stood on his knees, and waited with his head turned down, waiting for Thor's reaction.
Thor stared wide eyed at the collar in his hands. It was thick black leather, with intricately woven Nordic knots in silver wire. The buckle was engraved just the same, and on the front in runes was written 'Daddy's Baby'.
Thor looked back to Loki, whom was still had his head bowed to the larger man.
He felt the warmth strike through him again, bright and possessive and loving and it made the smile on his face broaden.
He opened it and with a smooth movement, he wrapped the thick strap around Loki's neck. He locked it into place, letting his fingers run up Loki's neck to raise his head up to face him.
"I love you baby," he leaned forward and kissed the smaller man, hard and furious and loving.
Grinning into the kiss, Loki couldn't resist bringing his hand up to touch the collar. He knew it hid some of his scars, as well as the bruising, but it made it all worth it when Thor put it on him. His desire to be owned was being fulfilled, especially when he called him his baby. It made everything worth it.
Loki made up his mind- he would buy their own mansion, and it would be their paradise. Thor would rule it and Loki would happily be his pet. But it would take a long time to get to that point. All he could do was try and keep Thor satisfied until then.
“Daddy, can we play with my toys?” He asked.
Thor laughed, the sound deep and he nodded.
"First.. I have something for you."
He pulled away and reached for his bag, but stopped when he looked back to Loki. "Strip your clothes." He ordered, and watched with satisfaction as Loki obeyed without question.
Only when Loki was completely naked but the collar and back on his knees did Thor take the wrapped object from the bag.
Thor had held onto this for five long years. Keeping it by him wherever went, to each state he'd searched, it was always within reach of the blonde.
Loki opened it slowly, glancing up from Thor to the package, and he pulled the paper away to reveal the emerald lingerie Loki had left him the last day at the beach house.
“Daddy!” Loki launched himself into Thor’s arms, kissing him all over. “I didn't know if you would bring it or not.”
It had been all a joke, and Loki originally had bought it to make Thor sweat nervously, to tempt him. But now, his daddy wanted him to wear it, so Loki wiggled into it, staying seated on Thor’s lap.
“Promise me you won't get this one dirty- it’s special.” Loki asked, smoothing the deep green chiffon over his thighs. It wasn't expensive, and it wasn't startlingly wonderful, but the fact that it had been held onto by Thor, and it smelled like the blond, it made it priceless to him. Loki had cross-dressed in the past before, but lingerie wasn't something he wore often anymore. However, it didn't stop him from having several more pieces stashed away with his other toys. The tattooed man just assumed Thor would like options.
Loki kissed Thor deeply, perched in his lap, shivering as Thor’s large hands ran over his sheerly covered ass, then his back.
“Can I get my toys?” He asked for permission, another shiver going up his body when Thor pulled his hair down, to arrange the black locks on his shoulders. “You're going to make me look like a girl...”
Thor's eyes flickered up to Loki, his fingers still trailing through his hair. "I can't help you're so pretty.."
He hooked his finger under the collar and pulled Loki towards him, about to kiss him, but pulling away when Loki leaned into it.
"Show me your toys baby." He let the collar go and allowed Loki to slide off his lap and walked towards the bedside table. Thor watched him as he did, the was Loki's ass just barely peeked out from under the dark material as he walked.
"I might need to buy you more of those.." Thor purred and stood up, starting to unbutton his own clothing.
Loki dug through the drawer and pulled out a few things, setting them on the bed. When Thor said Loki would need more lingerie, he smiled.
“You don't have to, daddy.” Loki said, and he turned, going to the wardrobe and opened a side door. Thor moved and stood behind him, arms on either side as he went through the pieces hanging up. “I bought a lot just in case you wanted me in them.”
While Thor went through them, Loki slipped out from under him, and dug around in the main section of the wardrobe, lifting up piles of t shirts to reveal a large box. He pulled it out and took it to the bed, grunting a bit. Over five years, it had been filled with everything. Gags, handcuffs, riding crops, paddles, a spreader bar or two, and the matching leash to Loki’s collar. Other more pleasurable toys were inside as well- plugs, vibrators, clamps, another sounding kit, and some nice, bright red rope. Loki had no idea if Thor could tie him up artfully, but he wanted to at least present the option.
Sitting pretty on the bed, arranging the green chiffon around his legs, Loki watched Thor still looking through the fetish wear. Latex, leather, lace, satin, silk, even some velvet pieces were in there. Anything Thor could want to put him in, Loki tried to think of it.
Thor had gone through the broad assortment Loki had twice, finding several things he would absolutely have Loki wearing one time or another, including latex pants he imagined hugged the lithe man's ass like a glove.
All of it was already making Thor hard and he turned to see his baby sitting one the bed, wrought with anticipation.
He sauntered over to him, a smile on his face as his attention pulled to the box on the bed. Again Thor's brows raised as he realized just how many things Loki had accumulated, and he sorted through them all with another wave of lust coming through him.
"I'm going to torture you until you beg to cum all night , over and over until you physically can't cum any longer." Thor picked up a leather bound riding crop, and lifted a Loki's chin as he towered over the smaller man.
Loki looked up in anticipation, biting his lip a bit.
“I'm yours, daddy. Please do whatever you want to me.” He tilted his head back further as Thor dragged the riding crop down his neck, and his chest. “Please... Daddy.”
With eager hands, Loki dared to touch the front of Thor’s thighs, pulling down his unbuttoned pants and his boxers to release his daddy's cock. Thor nodded at him and Loki stroked it, dipping his tongue into the salty precum. Licking the head, smiling up at Thor, Loki took it fully between his lips, relaxing as much as he could as Thor began to fuck his mouth.
Drool dripped down the side of his face, and onto his thighs as he sat on the edge of the bed, letting Thor fuck deep down into his throat. Loki kept his eyes open to watch the pleasured look on his lover’s face the entire time.
Thor grunted deeply each thrust, the slick heat of Loki's threat swallowing around him no matter how far he thrusted. His hand twisted in black hair, shoving the younger further on his cock to make him gag beautifully, the sound vibrating against Thor and pulling out a loud moan.
Thor pulled Loki off his cock as he came, sending jets of white into Loki's pale face and still open mouth and moaned again, milking himself onto the smaller man.
He slid his thumb through a pearly mess, drawing it to Loki's lips. The younger closed his mouth around the digit without hesitation, sucking the cum clean and looking up at Thor with those bright green eyes and making him curse under his breath in pleasure.
Thor pulled out again, wiping Loki's cheek.
"Turn over." The command was met with obedience, and with his cum-covered fingers, Thor slipped them between Loki's cheeks. He teased the hole, but his attention was to the box still on the bed, and Thor smirked as he pulled out a fat plug. The end was stamped with a jewel.
"I like your toy chest," Thor chuckled, taking the plug to tease at Loki's entrance instead. He took out the lube and noticed there were different types, one of which were flavored.
He smirked but took the regular one and doused the plug with it. "I wonder how many of these you've played with, how often you wanted it to be me as you toyed and teased yourself." Thor pressed the plug passed the pink ring.
Loki whined into the sheets, sitting back to take the plug deeper into his hole. Thor pushed it in all the way, and Loki moaned lowly as he was filled with the plug. He turned his head to look back at Thor.
“I always wanted it to be you, daddy. Always.” He whined, his cock heavy between his legs. “I never wanted anything more than it to be you doing all of it to me, baby.”
Loki arched when Thor pushed it in deeper, and knew it was sitting snugly between his ass cheeks. A hand on his thigh had him roll onto his back, and the leash was attached to his collar. Two thick fingers pinched his nipple through the sheer babydoll dress, toying with his piercing. Loki raised the dress up to his waist, wanting to avoid getting his precum on the dress. Collared, plugged, and leashed- he was so turned on.
Thor smiled predatorily down at Loki, then tugged the leash to pull him to sit up, then again to force the man onto the ground. He loved the look Loki shot him, of the acceptance of a silent challenge.
Thor walked with the leash, forcing Loki along to the end of the bed, snapping his finger and pointing to the edge. Understanding, Loki stood up and bent over the side, presenting his ass the Thor.
The blonde ran his hand up Loki's back to push the gown up again, then back down to his cheeks.
"Earlier you asked if I was going to spank you," Thor said evenly, taking the belt from his unbuttoned pants, letting it snap in the air before pulling it through his large hands. "I think this should answer your question."
He raised the strap and swung the belt down into Loki's ass, watching his cheeks bounce from the impact as the plug was pushed in even deeper.
It never failed to make Loki scream. Each whip was a searing hot strip of pain, that melted quickly into pleasure as Thor drew back his hand, then brought it back down again. The plug was lodged even deeper inside of him, and he was sobbing into the bed. Thor grabbed his hair roughly and ripped his head up, so his screams echoed around the room.
“Daddy! Daddy, please!” Loki screeched, sobbing loudly as the next swat came down on his sensitive cheeks. They hadn't fully healed from their reuniting sex, and Loki was sure he would be limping again, especially if Thor made good on his threat.
Thor's cock was hardening again at Loki's screams, and while he had meant to control himself a little better, the more Loki writhed and yelled the more Thor wanted to hurt him.
He whipped the younger harder, the snap of leather ringing out almost as loud as Loki's shrieks. Almost.
Thor halted when he broke skin, taking a moment to watch the blood bead up from the cut. His ass was glowing red from the beating, add Thor yanked the leash again to pull Loki off the bed and down into his ass on the hardwood floor.
"What do we say, baby?"
Loki was choking back tears, and Thor grabbed his face roughly, squeezing with his hand.
“Th-thank you, daddy.” He cried out, yelping when Thor spit on his face and pushed him back to the ground. “Thank you-”
Loki’s cock was desperately hard, and he whined when Thor put his hand between his legs. When he didn't move, Loki scooted closer and humped into the cupped hand, moaning softly. He felt so degraded, humping desperately like some kind of animal. Sticking his tongue out, Loki licked up some of Thor’s spittle, and tried to kiss him. That made Thor and the only relief Loki had retreat.
His daddy's hard dick was in front of him, so Loki made himself useful and began to suck it again, lifting himself onto his knees to avoid sitting down, which hurt too much.
Thor fucked into Loki's mouth again, gritting his teeth as he growled in pleasure. That mouth was useful for only one thing; to be used and abused just like his ass.
"You pathetic fuck bag," Thor wrenched his hair again earning a whine of pain. "You think you deserve any better than to be used as a wet hole? You're nothing. Less than nothing."
Thor pulled him off his cock and slapped him hard across the face before shoving him back on, choking him to tears.
Loki sobbed around the thick cock in his mouth as Thor rammed it in even harder. His leash was tugged on and he looked up at Thor as he pounded into his mouth. He hoped he looked pretty for his daddy, that he was crying the right amount, and that his hair was disheveled enough. He was rewarded with a gentle hand in his hair and his eyes closed in appreciation.
Thor slid his cock out of the smaller man’s mouth, and Loki opened his eyes just enough to see a shiny thread of saliva connecting the tip to his lips. Leaning forward, he kissed the tip.
“I'm daddy's useless fucktoy.” He murmured, kissing the tip again.
Thor purred hearing those words come out in such a hoarse quiet way, his face glistening with sweat and tears and spit and Thor shivered with pleasure.
He tilted Loki's chin up, his thumb tracing his bottom lip.
"You're learning your place, slut." He let go and pushed Loki away, ordering him to turn around again.
When he was presented with the younger's ass, Thor teased the plug again before pulling it out, getting a whine as it came out with a soft pop.
"Stay. If you move I'll bind your legs." Thor ordered as he walked to the bed and grabbed a few items. He grabbed a cock ring, the bottle of lube, and a vibrating dildo that had a suction cup at its base. He walked back to his pet.
He pulled him to his knees by his collar, running his fingers across his neck before taking the cock ring and sliding it down to the base of Loki's dick.
"You're going to fuck yourself," Thor said as he lubed the dildo up, and in a swift movement slammed the toy onto the ground where it stuck straight up and down.
"Do not touch yourself unless you want your arms bound behind you."
With shaky legs, Loki crawled to the dildo and sat down on it, mouth dropping as he was filled even deeper than the plug had reached. Pausing, he brought the dress up and held a corner of it in his mouth, exposing his cock, stomach, and chest for Thor. Planting his hands on the floor, he began to ride it, looking up at his daddy. Around the cloth, he began to moan and pant, chest heaving as he fucked himself.
His cock ached, but he refused to disobey his daddy. Then he noticed the remote in Thor’s hand, and just as he went down on the dildo again, Thor clicked it on, and Loki couldn't help the loud squeal as he sat back down fully, taking his time to grind on it. Eyes rolling back, he kept nudging his prostate with the tip of the dildo. The vibrations were shaking through him, and his thighs were quivering.
"Don't you dare cum, toy." Thor warned as he dialed up the vibrations, watching with a hidden smile as Loki's back arched to the stronger sensation.
He circled around Loki, hand on his own dick as he watched the younger quivering, trying to keep control even with the cock ring.
"Because if you make a mess on my floor, I'm going to make you lick it up like a dog, and you'll be whipped again."
Thor turned the vibrations up to the maximum point.
"Keep fucking yourself!" Thor walked up to Loki, towering over the sobbing man. He stepped his foot against Loki's balls, just enough to add a painful pressure.
“Daddy-” Loki cried out, shaking with absolute pleasure. He kept riding the dildo, scrambling to pick the dress up again. He really didn't want it to get dirty. But he couldn't stop fucking himself- his daddy hadn't told him to stop. The foot against his balls, combined with the cock ring was making it near impossible to cum. Looking up at Thor, he groaned as Thor slapped him across the face again. It almost dislodged him from the dildo, but he kept fucking it.
Thor had to stop fisting his cock lest he cum. And it would be a waste to do so in his hand.
He grabbed Loki's beautifully red face, the outline of Thor's fingers clear against his cheeks.
"Swallow." He forced Loki's mouth open and shoved his cock in his mouth again, using the leash to pull him to the hilt of the blond's cock to again choke on it before wrapping the strap several times around Loki's throat and tightening it, cutting out any chance the smaller man would be able to breathe while choking on his dick.
Loki still tried to gasp in breath as he sucked, drool sliding down his face and teas streaming down his face. Thor came for the second time, and Loki obeyed his order to swallow all of his thick cum.
Only when Thor finished did he loosen the leash and remove his foot from Loki's balls. "Now beg me to cum, filth." Thor pushed down on Loki's shoulders and forced the man to fully sit on the vibrator. "Beg!"
Loki let out a scream as he was filled all the way, the strong vibrations making him shake all over as it prodded his sweet spot.
“Daddy! Let me cum- please, daddy! Oh, please, please, please, please let me cum-” He begged loudly. His cock was ready to burst and without the pressure of Thor’s foot, he wasn't sure he would last long without permission. “Please! Daddy!”
His begs were quickly becoming shrieks of pleading.
Thor let Loki suffer for a full minute, drinking in every plea.
He slapped Loki a third time, cutting his sentence off with a sharp yelp of pain.
"Cum, you filthy fucktoy." Thor growled. "Cum like a fucking whore." Thor watched with hungry eyes as Loki's entire body shook as soon as he gave the command, ribbons of white splashing forth onto Loki's power stomach and the floor in front of him, and he had to brace himself to keep from fully falling over from the force of it.
Loki shook and twitched intensely as he stayed seated on the dildo.
“Clean it up.” Growled his daddy. Loki reached down with shaky fingers and scooped up the cum on his stomach and licked them clean. Then he leaned forward, and with the slightest hesitation, licked the cum from the marble floors. Silently, he was so glad the cleaning staff cleaned the floors daily. With a cry, the dildo popped out of him.
When all of his cum was cleaned, Loki sat back, handing his dropped leash back to Thor.
“Thank you, daddy. Thank you for letting me cum and clean it up.” He cooed, kissing the front of Thor’s thigh. “I love you, daddy.”
Thor threaded his fingers through Loki's sweat dampened hair, rewarding him with a smile of approval.
There's of the night was spent much like that. Thor made Loki cum four more times, twice without even touching his cock or his ass, and adding to the collection of bruises and cuts already on him.
It was in the wee hours of the morning, well before the sun rose when Loki collapsed out of exhaustion. He had barely been able to speak, though he tried, when Thor spoke to him, only earning a laugh from the equally tired blonde.
Thor took the collar and leash off of Loki's limp body, kissing his temple and going to run a mild bath. When it was full, he came back and picked his baby up to place him inside, hushing him when the younger whimpered as the water came into contact with his wounds.
He got into the bath behind him, washing him gently and lovingly and whispering that he had done very well and made his daddy extremely happy.
Loki was going in and out of consciousness by the end of it, his body giving up on trying to stay awake. So Thor got out, dried off, and stripped the sheets before coming back to put Loki in bed.
He tucked him in, careful of his especially sore ass. He'd be in a lot of pain in the morning without a doubt..
Thor cleaned up the room while Loki slept, cleaning the toys that had been sprawled everywhere and the various bodily fluids before joining Loki in bed.
Thor felt honestly content as he pulled Loki closer to him in a cuddle. He smiled to himself, kissing Loki's cheek before falling asleep himself.