Chapter Two

"I know you're not the type to kiss and tell, but I'm going to want a blow-by-blow -ha! I'm sorry, how about we just call it a play-by-play of your night with Loki," Tony said.

"Shut up, Tony" Steve said, his mouth set into a grim line.

Tony stopped and considered the other man. "Look, all joking aside, he's not going to kill you. I'm willing to bet he doesn't even especially want to hurt you, just mess with our heads a little. This situation isn't ideal; actually it's really kind of rapey and mean, I don't know what Loki's damage is. But you can be in control of the situation- just don't let him know how much he's freaking you out. Also…get him to use lube and I think you'll be okay." Tony didn't look convinced by his own words.

"That your idea of a pep talk?" Steve asked.

"It's the best I've got, Cap. I've never been in this situation. If I was in your shoes… I'd probably have run off to hide on the moon by now."

"Thanks." Steve said bitterly.

They filed silently out of the War Room. Steve felt more isolated and alone then he ever had in his entire life. He broke off from the group, and made to head for his quarters.
"Why does it have to be me?" he muttered to himself.

If he was honest with himself, it wasn't the prospect of being intimate with a man that shocked him. It was the disappointment he felt in knowing that his first intimacy would be under these circumstances. He'd been curious about sex for a long time, but his desires had always been denied or delayed for one reason or another. He had often let himself imagine that one day he would have a wedding night… that was how it was supposed to go. He and his modest young bride would discover these things together.

He never imagined his awakening would be at the hands of a strange man, an enemy, without any semblance of affection or romance. He understood Natasha's reaction now- how many women throughout history had been in this exact situation, offered up on someone else's whim? The thought turned his stomach.

A strong grip grabbed at his arm. He whirled around, in a fighting mood, but drew back at the sight of Thor.

The god was grim, apology and regret written plainly in his expression.

"Submit to him" Thor said urgently.

"What?" Steve demanded.

"Submit to his will! I know that you are brave and proud, and submission will go against your every instinct. But I know my brother. If you fight, he will… break you, in every possible way. He will make the hour stretch on for centuries. There will be nothing left of you. Appear to fight him, appear to resist and deny, but follow his lead, and let him have what he wants. Then he will not make you suffer."

Steve's mouth had gone dry, and he stared up at the god of thunder, stricken.

"I don't know what to do" Steve whispered.

"Be strong. Bear this punishment. And know that Loki, in turn, will be punished."

Steve closed his eyes and nodded.

TBC

Author's note: Gets very hot and dirty next chapter! Thank for reading.