"He wants to meet you." Thanos said. There was a long stretch of silence after that. "No." said the Other. "He says he will not retrieve the Tessaract for us if he cannot meet you." said Thanos. There was a deep rumbling in the air.
"Alright...if he wants to meet with me, then he may. But I will not be responsible for anything that happens." he warned. "In fact, I will make sure that this never happens again once we meet."
It was three days after Loki's ultimatum that he got his answer.
"He has agreed to see you." Thanos said. Loki nodded in satisfaction. "Alright. When?" he asked. "Tomorrow." he answered. Loki grinned in triumph. "I knew you'd see it my way. Of course, I have reason to be cautious." he said. Thanos nodded. "Of course." was all he said.
Loki eyed him for a moment, then shrugged to himself. "I have hopes that you won't disturb me, but then I guess that's too much to ask for isn't it?" Loki said mockingly. "Come Islis. I have work for you to do." he said said. Islis looked over at Thanos, then followed Loki, leaving Thanos to wonder what work they could possibly have together.
Islis bit his tongue as Loki thrust into him for the last time before coming inside him. Islis had already climaxed a few minutes earlier, and he doubted that Loki would have continued If he hadn't. After Loki pulled out of him, he proceeded to gather his clothes, as had become the custom during these events.
As he made his way out of the door, he turned when he heard Loki speak. "Have someone bring me a glass of wine and something light to eat." he said. Islis nodded and closed the door. As he made his way to the kitchens, he was surprised to see Thanos. He never came into the kitchens as far as he knew. He bowed as he passed him, and spoke to another servant of Loki's request. All the while he could feel Thanos' eyes on the back of his neck.
"Are you sleeping with him?" Thanos asked. Islis went rigid for a moment, but stayed silent. "I said are you fucking him?" Thanos asked more harshly. Islis turned to face him, head bowed and body trembling. "Yes." he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.
He raised his eyes slightly, and cringed under the complexion of Thanos' skin. They had taken on an almost the reddish purple color. Never a good sign. Islis backed away from him. He had seen Thanos angry before, but this was different. He didn't know what he'd done to make him like this. Everything stilled in the room, as the tension rose.
"I-I'm...he ordered me to...you said to obey his every command. I'm sorry. I didn't...mean to...I didn't know." he stammered. He let out a partial scream, partial gasp as Thanos grabbed him by his neck and hoisted him into the air. "You will stop this right now! If he wants a bed slave, then he can have a bed slave. You are not a bed slave!" he said, dropping him. Islis held his neck as winced as Thanos stepped over him.
"If I hear that this has continued, then I will make you into a bed slave. And then I'll sell you to the Jotuns." he sad. "But master Thanos, the Jotuns do not have bed slaves." said one of the other servants timidly. Thanos looked at him. "Every race has a form of a bed slave. They just don't survive long enough for us to see them." he said with a cruel smile.