A/N: Hello, lovely readers. I won't beat around the bush; this was a difficult chapter to get through. But before you read on I have to give you some warnings. I had to research the terms so I could make sure I got them down correctly. I wasn't too confident on what fit, so really, if what I wrote had an element of what was in the definition, or a chance of being a trigger, I'm putting it down here.
I'm so sorry for doing this to you! But I do balance it out with some Tony/Sif fluff, so...
WARNINGS: (*spoilers*) Bondage, Non-con, Rape.
XOXO, LL
On the walk to the restaurant Loki had planned to meet Thane at, he received a text message from the lawyer asking him to meet somewhere else. He gave him the address to a building in the Upper West Side, so he found the nearest subway entrance and headed that way. When he turned the corner to the building, Thane was standing just outside the double doors that were the entrance, shaking hands with a lady in a smart suit. She was gone before he reached the doors, having driven off in a sleek white Mercedes.
Thane had a wide smile on his face when Loki approached him. "You found it!"
Loki grinned back. "What exactly have I found? Why are we here? I thought we were going for lunch." In a much more public place, he finished in his head.
Thane leaned in to kiss him and didn't seem to notice his hesitation. "We'll get there. I have something to show you first." He took Loki's hand and led him inside the fancy lobby, straight to the elevator. As the elevator rose, to the eighth floor, Loki noted, Thane kept his hand wrapped around his. His fingers tightened a little when Loki discreetly, or so he thought, tried to remove it. He turned his head and Loki smiled thinly. "Have you ever made love in an elevator, Loki?"
Loki had to fight to not visibly recoil at the lustful look in Thane's eyes. "Uh…I'm afraid that is one of the few places I have not."
The darker man chuckled lewdly and nuzzled Loki's cheek. "Something to keep in mind for later."
Loki internally cringed and his eyes lifted to the camera in the corner above their heads. He hoped this distraction went quickly. He was starting to wish he had just ended it over the phone, so he could have spent the day with his family. Relief flooded through him as the doors finally slid open. He let Thane lead him through to what looked to be a large entryway. Thane fumbled a bit with a set of keys before getting the door unlocked and pulled Loki into a fully furnished grand apartment.
"Ta-da!" he said with a flourish as they stood in the middle of a living room with a full panoramic view of Central Park. Loki took in the view, for it was a beautiful sight on a sunny autumn day, and sent Thane a confused grin as he stepped away from him.
"What are you ta-da-ing?"
"This!" He spread his arms wide, encompassing the room, and spun a quick circle. It was a ridiculous reimagining of The Sound of Music.
"Yes, I see that. Though I'm not sure I understand. Who's place is this?"
"Mine! Well…" He came back to Loki, taking both of his hands now and pulled him toward one of the large windows. "…Ours, if you'd like." He breathed out, as if he was running out of breath with all the excitement. "I've just put down a deposit on it today. Moments ago, in fact."
Loki was dumbstruck, and stared at Thane in such a fashion. "What do you mean ours?"
"What do you think I mean? I want this to be our home, sweetie." He reached for Loki's face as he spoke. Loki responded with a short, sharp, shocked breath and stepped back, putting an uncomfortable-looking chair between them.
"Wait a minute. Ha…we've only known each other for barely three months. We—we've only been out a handful of times. You cannot possibly be serious about us living together."
Thane's smile looked as if it was frozen on his face, but Loki could see his blue eyes tighten sharply. "Why should I not? You started sharing a hotel room with a woman you had known for only a few days. Then you moved to London with her."
Loki inhaled deeply and exhaled it slowly through his nose, keeping his irritation at having his past thrown back in his face at a very low simmer. "It isn't that I don't appreciate the…sentiment, Thane. But do you not think this is moving a bit too fast?"
"No," he answered quickly, his smile turning almost sardonic.
"Well…I do." Loki realized this was probably the best opportunity he was going to get. "If I'm to be honest, I don't really think this working out for me."
Thane's lips had straightened, his smile vanished, and at Loki's statement, his head angled to the side minutely. "…What?"
For lack of anything better to say, Loki responded, "I'm sorry," with a helpless shrug. He moved around the chair, nearing Thane, but didn't touch him. "I don't want you to think it was anything you've done—or have not done, for that matter. This is all on me." He laid a hand on his chest, emphasizing his point.
The taller man was nearly glaring at Loki now. "Why?"
Loki lowered his hand to his side again. "I am not ready to be in such a serious relationship right now." He paused, looked away, and sighed. "That's not true." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Tell me the truth." Thane's voice was low and flat.
Loki lifted his eyes to his again, his brows drawn up. "Is that really necessary, Thane? It's over."
"Tell me…the truth."
His eyes fixed on Thane's, Loki lifted his chin. "I've recently reconnected with a former lover. Not the mother of my son, but the man I was with before her. We have decided to give ourselves another chance."
"Would this be the one that broke your heart?"
"I'd say we broke each other's."
Thane's jaw muscles tensed. "And when did this reconnection occur?"
Loki's eyes lowered briefly before setting them on Thane again. "About a week after our first date."
Thane gave no response, and at first, made no movement. Then he lowered his head, swiped his forefinger and thumb across his nose then around the line of his mouth, and over his clean-shaven chin. Loki watched him closely, trying to read his body language. Thane finally lifted his head, and started to move forward, reducing the space between them, but didn't yet look at Loki.
Loki refused to back away.
Thane's straight white teeth dug into his bottom lip as he lifted those oddly blank blue eyes to Loki's. "Did you fuck him?" he asked conversationally.
Loki's face folded into a glare before he remembered he was the one that had technically been unfaithful. So he relaxed his face and shook his head at the question. "What good is going to come of me answering that question? If I say yes, you will be insulted and likely call me some unflattering name. If I say no, you would be assured that the problem in our relationship is me either way."
Thane laughed once, shortly. Bitterly. "So you did fuck him."
Loki forced himself to ignore the short pang of guilt he felt, and the simultaneous irritation. "It isn't about that, Thane. Quite frankly, sex has nothing to do with this. Because the truth is, I love him and we—" He gasped sharply when Thane abruptly raised his hand and slapped him hard enough to have him seeing stars behind his eyes for a moment. He looked at him in shock.
Thane eyes were narrowed, his jaw squared, and his lips in a tight white line.
Loki touched the back of his hand to the corner of his mouth. His knuckle was spotted with blood when he pulled it back and he licked at the broken skin of his lip. "That was unnecessary." He moved to walk away and Thane's arm darted out to snag his arm, and he jumped in front of Loki, blocking his way.
"Wait! Loki…" he laughed softly, anxiously. Loki inched back at the sudden change in his demeanor. "Look, I'm sorry. You're right. That was uncalled for. But what did you expect, sweetie, telling me something like that?"
Loki frowned and glanced at the door, gauging its distance. "Thane, I know I am in the wrong here. So I apologize if I've bruised your ego or hurt your feelings. But you have just crossed a very serious line, so I am leaving now."
Once again, Thane prevented his exit. "Loki, please. You can't, you can't just walk out like this…"
Loki was quickly losing patience and he noticed Thane's sentence was left lingering in the air, as if he hadn't finished his thoughts. "I do what I want. And I want to leave. Move." He shoved Thane back, and he lost his balance momentarily, but quickly grabbed for his arms again.
"Loki," he pleaded with both his voice and his eyes, but still gripped him like a vise. "Give us a chance. You haven't given us a chance. I know I've been away but that was for work. I'm working on something big! I can't say much more, but…"
Loki sighed in frustration, trying to push past Thane with his whole body, but damn it, the man was stronger than he. "It doesn't matter!"
"Listen!" He gave Loki a rough shake. "That is why I've found this place for us. This thing I'm doing; it's going to make major headlines and bring me loads of money for years to come! I'll be rich and famous. I can set you up for life, sweetheart." He lifted his shoulders in a jerky shrug. "And your kid, if you like," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Loki stopped struggling to search Thane's empty gaze and shook his head again. "Money and fame mean nothing to me. Perhaps if you knew me better, you would know that." He wrapped his fingers around Thane's on each of his arms and forcibly removed them from his person. "There is no point in pretending anymore, Thane. I told you. I love Anthony." At Thane's curled lip, Loki swore quietly to himself.
Thane just stared, his curled lip trembling, in eerie silence. "Anthony?" he spat at last. "You're leaving me for Tony fucking Stark? That's the last man you were with?!"
Too late to take that one back.
"Because that son of bitch doesn't have enough already, now he wants you?!"
Loki's jaw clenched, his brows furrowing at the odd statement. "When you take a moment to think about this, you will see it's the best thing for both of us. I've never gotten past my feelings for him; it'd be unfair for me to stay with you. You deserve someone who wants to be with you. That someone is not me."
Thane inched even closer, but still, Loki didn't back away. "So you're choosing to walk away from me for that philandering philanthropist?"
Loki bristled at the insult. He lifted his chin so he was looking at Thane through hooded eyes. "He wasn't a philanderer when he was with me."
Thane grinned darkly. "No, because apparently you gave it up pretty freely to him. Didn't you, slut?"
He chuckled, cocked a brow, and smirked. "Every single night."
Thane only tightened his lips. Loki stepped back and sneered at him before he moved around him. He hadn't taken more than two steps before a hand curled tightly in his hair and yanked him back, causing him to lose his balance, and fall against Thane's hard body. He tried to lift himself but it caused more pain in his scalp and when he reached behind him to shove and punch, his arms were caught and held painfully behind his back.
"You think I'm going to just let you walk out on me like this?"
Sif sipped from a Styrofoam cup filled with Diet Coke as she made her way to Tony. He was standing alone at a railing that wrapped around a carousel, leaning his arms on it as he watched the bug-themed ride start its rotation. She spotted Thor, standing next to the grasshopper his daughter Katie was clinging to. Jane was behind them, riding a lady bug and holding eighteen-month old Erik in her arms. He was laughing and clapping his hands together excitedly every time his father looked at him. In front of them were Sebastian and Matthew, Jane and Thor's oldest at five, on a praying mantis and a blue beetle, respectively. Sif was coming up just behind Tony when he raised his arm and waved at a smiling Sebastian, frantically waving back.
"Have I told you how much I hate zoos?" she asked, resting her elbows on the railing.
Tony glanced at her and chuckled. "Why?"
Her shoulders lifted. "It smells. It's expensive. There are annoying children everywhere. It smells," she emphasized more emphatically.
"Children, like that one?" he pointed a finger at Sebastian as he went by again. She blew a kiss to her son and laughed.
"No, I like my kid. It's other people's who bother me."
Tony turned and leaned back against the railing on his elbows, lifting his head, enjoying the unseasonably warm autumn sun. "I like your kid, too," he murmured.
"He's enamored of you, you know." She saw his eyebrows twitch above the dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
"Enamored?"
She nodded. "He really, really likes you. He talks about you all the time. Anytime Loki and I make plans it's, will Tony be there?"
Tony grinned and watched people pass by the carousel, pointing at the different bugs that replaced the normal horses. Sif watched him, his profile, for a moment. She could tell he was thinking but she couldn't guess about what and returned her attention to the ride, smiling just in time at Sebastian. She felt Tony's gaze lingering on her. "Does he know…? Why I'm around so much?"
Sif turned her head, pursed her lips. "You mean does he know that you are his father's—for lack of a more appropriate term—boyfriend?"
Tony turned his body toward her, still leaning most of his weight on the railing. "Yeah."
She smiled softly. "Well, we haven't had a formal discussion about it with him, if that's what you're asking. But my son is no stranger to same-sex relationships, Tony. In the years that Loki and I have been platonic parents, I've had three long-term relationships, one of which was with a woman."
"You had a girlfriend?" he asked with a smirk. Sif giggled and rolled her eyes.
"You men. Slightest mention of a little girl-on-girl action and your imagination goes wild. Yes, I did, and she wasn't my first girlfriend; just the first post-Loki. And Bash liked her. Though, I think that was because she was always sneaking him cookies." She frowned lightly at that then shook it off and looked back at Tony. "You two aren't very subtle about your feelings, so I'm quite certain he has seen you holding hands and even kissing. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but you really have a hard time keeping your hands off of him—mind you, in a very respectable, loving and not very overtly sexual kind of way, but still."
Tony's lips curved as he looked away, toward the carousel. "Yeah, I'm aware."
"Bash also knows what it means to be gay." Tony's head whipped around. "At least, we've had that conversation with him. I don't know that he retained any of it."
Tony lowered the glasses and stared at her over the edge of the lenses. "He's four, Sif."
She laughed and sipped at her soda again. "I know how old my son is, Tony. But we had to talk to him because of Matty."
He aimed a finger at the still-going carousel after pushing the glasses back up. "Thor's kid?"
"Mm," she was drinking again. "He overheard Thor and Jane talking to someone about Loki and the word 'gay' was tossed in there. Naturally, being the oldest of the cousins he felt was in possession of some important information. I wasn't there so I can't say for sure, but I think Bash beat Matty at a board game or something and Matty found his opening to share that information. It wasn't until the next day that he casually asked us what that meant, being gay."
"What did you tell him? How do you make a four year old understand that—and that his parents aren't even strictly gay? It took me a while to get Loki and I'm a genius."
Sif was drinking from the straw again and when Tony said that she spit the soda out on a loud laugh. She still laughed as she wiped at her mouth. "Sorry. Did I get any on you?"
Tony brushed his hands over his shirt and pants, grimacing. "Yes, nasty."
"Mamma, what are you doing?" Sebastian came running over, the rest of the family following close behind. He went straight to Tony's side and slipped his little hand in his then opted to wrap his tiny fingers around just his ring finger.
"She spit all over me, that's what!" he told the boy, sounding overly horrified.
"That's gross," he said scrunching his nose at his mother. She pinched his cheek. "I wanna ride a camel!"
"A camel?" Sif questioned as Thor and Jane joined them, still carrying the little ones.
"Yeah, I wanna ride the camels too! Can we, dad, please?" Matthew tugged on the hem of Thor's blue shirt incessantly.
"All right, all right, my son." Thor ruffled the boy's blond hair. "But, first, we need to make a quick stop. Your mother needs to feed Erik." As if on cue, Erik began to fuss, squirming in Jane's arms. She walked around them to the stroller next to Tony to fish out her feeding blanket, struggling for a moment trying to balance Erik on her hip and search. Sif stepped over and took the crying baby and did her best to calm him while Jane searched the bottom storage area of the stroller.
The group made their way to the restrooms, and Sebastian pulled Tony into the men's room with him because he didn't want to go with Matthew. When they came out they joined Sif, sitting on a low stone wall nearby. Thor was next to her, Katie in his lap, and Matthew next to him excitedly telling him about the cobra they had seen earlier. When Tony sat, Sebastian crawled into his lap before he could say anything. And Sif grinned smugly at him over the little boy's head after handing Sebastian her drink.
"Who did Loki go to lunch with?"
Sif glanced up at Tony. "He didn't tell you?"
Tony lifted Sebastian's small frame and repositioned him so his butt was on one leg instead of on the gap between them. "No. Why?"
She waited for him to meet her gaze. "He was meeting with Thane."
"What?" Tony said the word so sharply, Sebastian turned his head toward him with calm but curious eyes. "Sorry, kid." He just shrugged and turned back again.
"Mamma, can I have an ice cream?"
"No, sønn, you'll ruin your appetite. Remember, pappa's joining us later to eat."
"Pleeeease? Just a little one." Sif lifted her head to respond and caught Tony whisper something into Sebastian's ear. Sebastian set those big green eyes on her and popped out his bottom lip, making it tremble on purpose. "Please, mamma?"
Sif couldn't ignore the tug on her heart at that forlorn face. She aimed hazel-hued daggers Tony's way. "You're evil."
Tony laughed loudly. "Come on, kid. Ice cream's on me." Sebastian was so lightweight that Tony was able to grab him at his sides and flip him onto his back. Sebastian squealed in delight and clutched at Tony's neck and his skinny legs wrapped around his torso. Sif smiled at her son's glee and stood.
"Well, as long as you're buying," she said with a sweet smile.
Tony rolled his eyes. "Figures. Hey, B-Man, you're never too young to learn," he spoke to Sebastian, "Never let a woman manipulate you into buying her things. And if you do, get your reward first."
"Could you please not teach my son your sordid ways of enticing women into bed? Let him think they are all heavenly creatures, like his mother, for a little bit longer." When Tony only laughed, she thumped her fist against his bicep. "If I hear it again, I will beat the shit out of you."
"Sif," Thor scolded from behind her.
Sebastian's mouth dropped comically. "Mamma, you said sh—"
Sif pressed her fingers to his mouth and made a quick buzz sound with her teeth. "Don't. That's a grown-up word. I told you, you can't say that until you're eighteen." She glanced at Thor and shrugged. "Sorry!"
The three of them started toward the snack area, Sebastian fully enjoying his higher view of the park, while Tony and Sif chatted lightly. Then Tony returned to a previous subject. "Why didn't he tell me he was going to see Thane? And why does he insist on being so decent to that…"
"Careful," Sif murmured with a grin. Tony lifted his hands and held onto Sebastian's folded arms under his chin, puffing and pouting. It made Sif giggle. "I don't know the answers to those questions, Tony. But if you're that concerned, why don't you just call him?" She checked her watched. "It's been an hour; he should be done by now."
They reached the snack area and got in line behind two other people. "Nah. He'll just think I'm pushing again. And I'd rather not tick him off tonight if I can help it."
Sif glanced at him sideways. "Got big plans, do you?"
Tony chuckled suggestively. "Maybe."
"Tony, I can't see what it says." Sebastian laid his hands on Tony's cheeks to take his attention away from Sif.
"Dude, you can't read what it says anyway. And hands off the face. This is precious material here. You want chocolate or vanilla?"
"Vanilla!"
Tony scoffed. "Just like your dad."
Sif ordered vanilla, too, just to irk Tony, and then they headed back to meet up with the rest of the family. As a large group they made their way to the camel rides area. They waited a few minutes so Sebastian could eat some of his ice cream. He got about halfway through it when he decided he was done and handed it off to Sif. While Thor and Jane took Matthew, Sebastian, and Katie in, Tony and Sif stayed outside with a dozing Erik.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked between licks of the ice cream he had decided to finish off for Sebastian. Sif was munching quietly on her cone as she glanced at him, using her foot to rock the stroller when Erik whined in his sleep. "It's kind of personal…I just haven't gotten around to asking Loki about it."
Sif sucked ice cream off her thumb and popped the last of the cone in her mouth. "What is it?"
"What happened with that whole almost-getting-married thing?"
She frowned and jerked her head back. "He never told you about that?" Tony shook his head and bit into the cone. "How did he tell you about Bash?"
"He was drunk. And he had just gotten into a spat with Thane that I may or may not have instigated." He snickered at himself.
Sif was amused and giggled too. "Liquor is a bit of the kryptonite for old Silvertongue, isn't it?" She drank from a bottle of water she pulled out from under the stroller. "What do you want to know?"
"Well…how long were you guys together?"
"As a couple?" He nodded yes. "Hmm…almost a year." Tony acknowledged that with a nod but didn't say anything. "Did he tell you anything about me?"
"No. But…" he spoke quickly at the small pout she had on her face. "I didn't really ask either. I didn't really want to hear." Sif waited as he finished off the cone, wanting to give him reign over how the conversation would go. "How did you meet?" he asked finally.
"We were on vacation in the French Riviera—separately, but in the same hotel. My father gave me the trip as a graduation gift. I was supposed to go with my girlfriend, but we broke up just before the trip so I decided to go on alone."
Tony turned his body toward her, listening intently, and pushed his glasses up onto his head, so she could see his brown eyes clearly now.
"I had seen him at the bar every night. Sometimes he talked with men, sometimes with women. I was struck by the fact that we were in the south of France, in the middle of summer, and he was still so pale, like he cannot tan at all."
"Hey, I like his milky white skin," Tony interjected with a soft smile.
"Of course you do. Anyway, after a few nights I sent a drink over to him and we started talking. The next day we spent together at the beach. The day after that we went sailing and had our first kiss. And the day after that we spent the entire day shopping and…" she chuckled feeling a little awkward telling Loki's lover about their past relationship.
"What?" Tony urged her.
her lips curved into a light, poite smile. "He came back to my room with me that night. And never left."
Tony cocked a brow at her and eyed her over the glasses again. "And I thought I was moving fast when I asked him to move in with me after four months."
Sif chuckled, amused, but it quickly died away. "There was something about him then, Tony. A certain melancholy. He seemed…not desperate, but hungry for affection, for a connection." She crossed one leg over the other and grinned at him. "Remember I told you that you were this Pepper woman's special life project?"
Tony rolled his eyes and nodded.
"Well, Loki was mine. Or so I thought. I sensed that he needed something fixed and, at first, I wanted to be the one to fix it. But, looking back now, I can see that it wasn't me who could fix whatever it was that was damaged. Clearly, he was still trying to get over you."
Tony's lips parted at that, but it took him a minute to speak again. "How…how long was it before…you know?" he motioned toward her belly.
"Before he knocked me up?" Tony laughed. "About six months after we had moved back to London. He was shocked—we both were, but…I knew he was being honorable when he proposed. I said yes anyway."
Tony nibbled on his bottom lip. "Did you love him?"
"Of course I did—I do. But I wasn't in love with him, and he wasn't in love with me either. My parents divorced when I was a teenager, but they fought my entire life. My mother didn't speak to me for weeks after I told her because she was upset that I was making her a grandmother before she reached fifty."
"And I bet she loves and spoils him now, right?"
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "She refuses to let him call her grandma. And she wonders why he prefers Frigga over her. He even prefers my father over her. See, I wanted my child to have a better life than what I did. That's why I agreed to marry Loki. So we planned the wedding, in London, for around the end of my second trimester, because I wasn't showing very much even by the fifth month. I just looked pudgy. Then about three weeks before the wedding, he suddenly called it off."
"Three weeks?" he yelped, his voice rising a little in pitch.
"I know! Terrible timing, right?" She laughed and Tony shook his head in disbelief, at her and at Loki. "I was livid. I wanted to scratch his eyes out, and all he could do was apologize repeatedly with those big beautiful eyes of his begging for forgiveness, the bastard."
"So how did you get to the point you're at now? You guys are like best friends." Sif smiled. "Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen two people who weren't together co-parent as smoothly as you two do."
Sif sighed, trying not to let Tony see how pleased she was to hear that from someone else. Her parents didn't understand hers and Loki's platonic yet loving relationship and neither did a lot of her significant others. And it wasn't that it didn't take some work for them to parent together, but Loki really was her best friend. "Because after I stopped crying my eyes out for a few days, I realized I wasn't crying because he canceled the wedding—and the relationship, add to that. I was upset because I had just spent six thousand dollars on a wedding dress that very day."
Tony scoffed. "While I appreciate the concern over such a large amount of money—six thousand is a lot right?" Sif raised a hand to her face, discreetly flipping him off as she pretended to scratch her cheek. "Are you fu-ricking kidding me? You were crying about a dress? Ow!"
Sif socked him in the arm again, hard. "It was a very pretty dress, I'll have you know. Besides, I'm an only child, like you, Stark. And Loki, technically. I'm a full-tilt diva. I want flowers thrown at me and parades given in my honor. Not all of us can have a monument built to the skies with our name plastered on it, now can we?"
"Fuck you, that's my dad's name," he said with a smile making Sif laugh again. "So that's it? You guys just went friendly after that?"
"Pretty much. We still spoke every day, he took me to Lamaze classes, he was there, in the room, when my beautiful little monster was born, and he's been a very hands-on father to Bash. He had been staying at a hotel after I kicked him out but after we made up he started sleeping in my basement and stayed there until he moved to New York."
Tony nodded and looked toward the entrance to the camel ride area.
"You know it's been hard for him, not seeing Bash every day," she said after a brief but comfortable silence. He looked at her again, grinned softly.
"Yeah, I know. I told him he's got access to the StarkJet anytime he wants to fly to London."
"That was very kind of you." She drank from her water again and couldn't help the smile on her face. "He told me that you asked him to move into the tower."
Tony's eyebrows rose high. "He did?" Sif nodded, biting back the giggles at his apparent surprise. "What…what do you think about that?"
"I think it makes sense." He smiled and looked away again. "He also offered the apartment to me."
His brown eyes went wide. "His apartment? That's awesome! You gonna do it? You gonna move out here?"
Sif eyed him closely. Now she was the surprised one. "You wouldn't mind that?"
He grinned crookedly. "Should I? Look," he faced her fully again. "You know I love Loki with everything I've got. And he loves you and the Bash-Man almost as much as he loves me." Sif rolled her eyes and he crowed out a tickled laugh. "Seriously," he laid a hand on hers over her knee. "Loki wouldn't be the only one happy to have you here. Both of you."
Sif felt her heart swell in her chest and wanted very much to grab that goateed face and plant a kiss—a very platonic one—smack on his lips. But their one-on-one bonding moment came to an abrupt end when Sebastian came hurtling out of the camel ride place like a rocket, and straight into her arms, regaling the adventure of how he rode a camel and how it spit everywhere. And he had apparently earned bragging rights because he was the only one of the three cousins who sat on the camel and hadn't burst into tears.
Sif glanced up as Thor walked over, carrying Matty, who was hiding his face in his father's loose blond hair. Jane was holding Katie's hand, whose eyes were red and swollen, along with her nose. Tony high-fived Sebastian and said his victory called for a celebratory dinner; once again, his treat.
As they were leaving the zoo, Tony pulled out his cell to call Loki but got no answer. He left a message and sent a text telling him where they were headed for dinner and left it at that. Sif pondered that. It didn't make sense for Loki not to answer his phone. Unless he had gone somewhere after lunch with Thane. Putting it all in the back of her mind, distracted by Sebastian, begging for her to carry him to the car. She settled him first, then climbed in to join him in the back of one of the rented cars Tony had gotten for the day. With a wry smile on her lips, Sif figured Loki was probably lost in a book somewhere.
This isn't happening. Dear gods, tell me this isn't happening.
"Let go of me!" Loki struggled to free himself, but because of the angle at which his body was being held, if he moved a leg he would fall straight to the ground, likely with Thane on top of him.
"Oh, I'll let you go, all right." Thane twisted Loki until he was on the ground and started to drag him back by the hair. Loki yelled to be released, grunted as his scalp sung with sharp pain where the hair was being pulled, kicked out his legs knocking over chairs and a wooden stand that held a blue vase that smashed to pieces on the floor, and fought as hard as he could to free himself. "But I'm going to send you back to Stark a tainted man."
"Thane! Stop this!" he screeched. Panic and adrenaline were making his heart race erratically. He momentarily stopped resisting, struck with fear at the realization that Thane was taking him into a bedroom. He shouted his name again as his body reared up and his fingers latched onto his wrist, his short nails digging into the skin.
"Keep screaming. These walls are so thick no one will hear you."
Loki was suddenly yanked up by the hair and tossed onto the foot of a four-poster bed. He stared at Thane, undoing his tie then stretching it between his hands. He sat up to try to make a run for it and was struck with an open palm again. His body fell to the bed, onto his side, then Thane was reaching for his hands to bind them with his tie. Loki tried to shake off the sting of the slap and when he felt Thane's hands on him he shoved and kicked at him, but couldn't seem to find anything to get his feet in contact with. His hands were bound tightly at the wrists and Thane stepped back to remove his jacket. Loki took a chance and sprung forward again, only to have Thane's hand catch in a death grip around his neck. His joined hands automatically went to Thane's wrist and, again, he scratched and dug his nails in.
Thane brought his face down to Loki's, ignoring the choked sounds he made and the hands, now pushing into his chest. Loki shoved at his face, but it didn't deter Thane's advance at all. "Did you honestly think I was going to let you walk away unscathed after telling me you've been sneaking around behind my back? You've made a fool of me, Loki. And now…" he shoved at Loki's hands and reached for the front of his jeans.
Loki bucked up again, trying to twist his body away.
"I'm going to make you pay for it."
Thane hauled him to his feet, turning him so his back was flush against his chest, his hand still wrapped around his slim neck, squeezing intermittently, as he attempted to unbutton his jeans with one hand.
"Thane…!" Loki choked out. "Stop! Don't! Not—like—this…uhh!" He cried out when Thane's fingers scratched him, still he tried to twist and turn away.
"Shut up, you stupid little bitch!" The jeans fell to pool around Loki's ankles and Thane shoved him, bent him over the edge of the bed and held him there as he tore down his underwear.
Loki was grunting, groaning, and crying out, struggling to free himself or release his legs—stuck between Thane's—so he could somehow hurt Thane enough to distract him. He felt the cold air of the room hit his skin, heard someone screaming in protest, and realized, with something like lead filling his stomach, that it was him. Thane leaned over his body and he shied away from his hot, heavy breath at his ear, and something was roughly pushed into him.
"Well, how do you like that? Nice and tight. And all for me."
"Thane…please. Don't." Loki felt the sickening taste of bile in his throat because of the way his voice shook.
"Too late, sweetheart. Can't you feel what you do to me?" He pressed his semi-hard length against the back of his thigh. Loki groaned and whined in disgust and tried to move away from it. He couldn't go far.
"Let go of me, you sick bastard."
Thane removed his finger and gripped Loki's hips. "Keep running your mouth, Loki, and I'll fill it with something else." He grabbed a handful of Loki's hair again and jerked his head up so he could speak into his ear. "Tempt me. I dare you."
"Fuck you, Thane!"
Thane dropped his head and laughed scornfully as he moved behind Loki. Loki involuntarily shivered at the sound and his body tensed when he felt Thane's bare flesh against his. He began to tremble at the sensation of the tip of Thane's penis touching him, slapping repeatedly against the flesh of his ass.
"I believe I'm going to be fucking you, darling." He disregarded Loki's resistance and, without lubrication, without any preparation, Thane lined himself up to Loki's entrance and pushed himself inside him.
"No, aah…!" Loki slammed his bound wrists to the bed, his fingers clenching into the bed linens, searching for purchase, as Thane ignored his pleas and pulled out, only to push back in. He buried his face in the bedspread, grunting and wincing and trying his hardest not to cry. He failed.
"Oh, fuck yes. Christ, you've got a sweet little ass, baby." Thane smacked Loki's ass once, twice, and once more.
Don't call me baby!
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Ah! …I fucking hate you! Nnh! Gods…!"
Thane pretended he couldn't hear him. He lovingly ran his hand over Loki's smooth back, under his sweater. "Go on and struggle all you want, sweetie," he said, starting to rotate his hips. "You're only—mmm—hurting yourself."
Loki gritted his teeth until it was hurting him, doing his damnedest to keep still, to ignore the pain. He still gripped the bed, his knuckles deathly white with the strain. The one shred of silver lining was that Thane apparently had little stamina. After only a few hard thrusts, barely ten minutes of this torture, he was fully pulling out of Loki.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come." He shoved Loki onto his back. Loki raised his arms and legs to block him, but Thane just shoved his legs away with one hand, stroking himself with the other. He climbed over Loki's half-naked body. With his free hand, Thane grabbed his wrists where they were bound and held them above Loki's head and straddled his chest.
"Get off of me!" Loki shouted, making his face turn bright red. "I'm going to kill you, you lowly piece of—no!" Loki began to scream in Norwegian, hurtling slurs at a man who couldn't care less, even if he knew what was being said. Loki's head flopped from side to side, trying to prevent Thane's dick from getting near his mouth. But he wasn't strong enough.
Thane cackled—he cackled. "I'd like to see you try, princess." He grunted with the effort to restrain Loki, pressing his knees into his thin biceps, moved up and shoved himself past Loki's lips. Tears spilled unwillingly from Loki's eyes. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he was laughing. While Thane was by no means small in the size department, Loki wasn't choking or reacting much at all as Thane's tip hit the back of his throat—not like he did with Tony.
After he gave a couple of thrusts, Thane was coming in Loki's mouth, moaning obscenely as he emptied himself. Well-practiced at this, Loki tightened his throat so he didn't swallow anything. As soon as Thane pulled out, Loki lifted his head and spat the come right back at him, earning another blow across his face, that had blood coming from somewhere.
"Fuck! You little cunt." He looked down at himself disgusted to be covered in his own seed. He swiped some off of his stomach with two fingers and pressed them to Loki's mouth, forcing them into the hot orifice even as Loki tried to bite down on them. He grabbed Loki's chin and pulled his face over, their mouths a breath apart. "I hope the first thing you do when you see that diminutive bastard is lay a big, fat wet one right on his cock-sucking lips. I want him to taste me on your tongue."
Loki spit in his face this time, and glared at him, panting heavily. "Go to hell, motherfucker."
Thane worked his jaw then grinned, laughed. With an attempted peck to Loki's cheek—the paler man snatched his face away and he missed—Thane crawled off of Loki and picked up his pants, hanging off of one ankle. "Say hi to Anthony for me."
Loki remained still on the bed until he heard the door close, signaling Thane's exit.
Eventually, he would get up and right his clothes. Eventually, he would leave that apartment and crawl into the backseat of a taxi and head to the safest place he could think of. Eventually, he would see his Tony and seek comfort in his warm, comfortable arms. Eventually, he would do all of this.
But, first, he would curl up into a tight little ball and he would weep.
2nd A/N: I AM SO SORRRYYYYY. :( *hugscookiesshockblanketsfory ouall*
