I'm really surprised I managed to update in two days, though it's a little shorter than last chapter. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Tony's mind still hadn't fully wrapped itself around what had just happened. That he now had a slave. Sure he understood it intellectually, but it didn't seem real. When JARVIS had informed him that there were Asgardians on his roof, he had assumed it was Thor. But no, it had been those two guards who had come to dump the god of mischief, the one who'd tried to take over his planet, into his... care.

He studied the man in front of him. In reality, Loki was still taller than him by a good five inches, but somehow seemed to have shrunk. He certainly didn't have that air of arrogance around him. As he stared at Tony's feet, he looked like he wanted nothing more than to be ignored. It was a vast difference from the person who had killed countless people, thrown him out a window, and tried to take over the world three months before.

Tony felt his stomach churn with anger when he thought about what Loki had done, how many lives he had ruined. He wanted to make him pay for everything. Various ideas swirled around in his brain, some of which sickened him. At last, his mind landed on the perfect revenge.

"Kneel before me," Tony said, in the exact same way Loki had said it three months before. The god stiffened at this. At first he seemed shocked, but Tony could see the fury swirling behind his eyes. He doubted the god had kneeled before anyone in his life except the big daddy up in fairyland, and he could tell that Loki knew he was mocking him. Loki twitched violently at that as if he was having some internal struggle.

Loki remained standing, although he had a strangely determined look on his face, and Tony silently mocked himself for being so stupid. As if the god would ever lower himself and kneel before a mere mortal, slave or not. But his anger kept him going. He wanted to see the god submissive at his feet. He shouted, just as Loki had, "I said KNEEEEL!"

The god remained standing, and Tony couldn't tell that the god's internal conflict had ended and the rebellious side had won. Tony stuck out his arms and called his Iron Man gloves to him. As they situated themselves around his hands, and Loki's face grew considerably paler than it was normally when he glanced up and saw what was happening. Loki's whole body seemed to slump in defeat. In front of Tony's unbelieving eyes, he lowered himself onto one knee, still staring at his master's feet.

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Loki hated the shoes he was staring at. Actually, he hated the man wearing them, but the shoes were an extension of him. He hated himself too. He had told himself that there was no way he would ever kneel to a mortal. Rebelling had felt good, but he had ended up obeying in the end. All it had taken was sight of Stark wearing the Iron Man gloves and all the fight had left him. He did not want to find out what those gloves would do to his pathetic mortal body, especially since he was already bruised and broken (though his master didn't know that). One punch would surely send him sprawling, and he didn't even want to think about what those blasts they shot out would do.

He stayed stiffly on one knee, horrible thoughts crashing around in his brain. What was going to happen to him? He hadn't obeyed an order immediately, which was almost as bad as disobeying it all together. Surely he would be punished severely for this, probably through those metal gloves. A beating from those would probably be ten times worse than a beating from the guards.

He waited tensely for a blow to strike him, but nothing came. Instead, a voice above him said "Come on, Reindeer Games." The shoes turned and walked towards the tower's roof entrance. Feeling it was best not to make things worse, Loki rose and followed him silently, like a shadow. He followed the man down some staircases before they took an elevator, ending up in the living quarters of Tony's living quarters. Loki saw the window he'd thrown Tony out of had been repaired, and he winced. Undoubtedly he'd pay for that soon.

He wondered why his master would want to beat him in his living quarters. It would undoubtedly get messy. Perhaps he'd be made to clean up his own blood after his beating? Such a thing wasn't unheard of in Asgard. His stomach twisted at the thought, and he wasn't even sure he'd be able to move after his impending punishment.

Tony spun around suddenly, and Loki flinched. The man walked up to him, grabbed his chin to enforce eye contact. The metal gloves were certainly unpleasant, but at least they weren't punching him. Yet. Tony said, voice dangerously low "All right, Rudolph. Here's the deal. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Immediately." His eyes glinted, as if daring Loki to challenge him. "Got it?"

Loki nodded. Tony didn't seem satisfied, so said "Yes" quietly. Tony stared him down a bit more, but finally let go of his chin. Loki resisted the urge to rub it as he he returned his gaze to the ground.

To his surprise, Tony held out his arms and the gloves unwrapped themselves and flew off to who knew where. Loki would have breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn't sure if Tony was just coming up with a more creative punishment for him.

Tony sauntered over to a very well stocked bar in one part of the living room. He grabbed about three bottles and a glass. "Keep an eye on him, Jarvis," He said to nobody in particular "Make sure he doesn't go anywhere or touch anything he shouldn't. Feel free to tase him if he tries anything."

The disembodied voice of Stark's AI creation said "Very well, sir. Should I give Mr. Laufeyson a taste of what will happen should he try something?" Tony considered this briefly, but eventually he said "Nah. The threat should be enough to keep him in line." Smirking at Loki, he added "See you later, Princess" and left through the elevator.

Loki stood there for a bit, at a loss of what to do.

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Tony drowned another glass of alcohol and grabbed a bottle, refilling it. He definitely deserved a drink (though it didn't take much for him to decide he deserved some alcohol). Tony was currently in his workshop, swiveling on a chair. He had tried tinkering a bit, but eventually kicked back with a drink, watching Loki through JARVIS' security system. He could have locked the god up in a room, but he wanted to see if the god would listen to his orders while he wasn't there.

So far, Loki had just wandered through the rooms, eyes taking note of everything. A couple times, he'd try to open a door he shouldn't (like to Tony's bedroom) and JARVIS would politely inform him that that area was off limits. Tony noticed that he returned to the kitchen far more often than the other rooms. It suddenly occurred to Tony that he had no idea when his charge had last eaten.

"JARVIS, order a pizza." He said eyes not leaving the screen. It was odd how watching the god could be so interesting. Loki didn't touch anything, but his gaze kept lingering over the bookshelf. Tony figured he must be bored out of his mind, and debated whether he should let him continue to be bored. After a while, he decided maybe he should give the god something to do. That way if he was hatching any plans or anything his mind would be occupied on something else.

He debated about making him do some mindless chore, but a better idea came to him. His charge clearly wanted to read. So he'd let him read.

"Tell our guest he can read the red book on the bottom left shelf." Tony said, after a "certainly, sir" he heard JARVIS relay the message to Loki.

Loki's eyes glinted with anticipation as he made his way over to the bookshelf. Tony burst out laughing at the look on the god's face as he read the title of the obviously self-published book, The Awesomeness of Tony Stark.

Hopefully I can update again soon