Loki's Punishment
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Thor, they are the property of their creator and I am merely borrowing them for both my own and hopefully that of the reader's amusement. I make no money from this or any other story that I write for this site.
Summary: Loki is stripped of his magic and title by Odin following an incident with the dark elves and he is given to Heimdall for his punishment.
A/N: WARNING: Corporal punishment, bondage, non-con and slash in this story so if this is not your kind of thing then turn back now.
I noticed upon reading my own story a while back, a lot of mistakes and so I am revamping it, hopefully I will find all the grammar and spelling mistakes and remove them in the process. I cannot believe I missed so many when I proofread this story.
The large chamber deep beneath Heimdall's observatory was gloomy, lit by only a few lanterns that hung from the ceiling, and that cast pools of light down onto the floor. Loki stood in one of these pools of light, unable to see Heimdall who was standing in the shadows.
"Where are you?" he asked a little unsteadily, unable to totally disguise the uncertainty and fear, in his voice.
"Here."
He heard Heimdall's voice from behind him say, causing Loki to tremble a little more.
"P…P…Please what are you planning to do to me?"
Heimdall stepped closer to the prince, coming out of the shadows behind him, to reach and stroke the back of Loki's neck, his touch was light and tender and it surprised Loki, who let out a slight hiss, jumping slightly at his touch.
"You will learn to obey me," he murmured, "You won't need to ask me what want; you will know instinctively, you will do everything I desire."
As Heimdall whispered into Loki's ear, his hand reached up and caught his hair, entangling the raven locks around his fingers.
"All the time, day and night,"
He jerked Loki's head back and the pain caused Loki to gasp.
"Do you understand?"
Loki grimaced and twisted as the fingers, tightened in his hair and the guardian pressed his lips against the curve of his neck.
"I said do you understand?"
Loki grimaced and twisted again, as the fingers tightened even more, in his raven locks pulling his head further backwards, he wanted to resist Heimdall's cruel fingers but in the end, the pain of his hair almost being pulled out by its roots, became too much and he submitted.
"Yes…..Yes I understand. Please you're hurting me!"
Heimdall let go of Loki's hair and stepped away from him, his expression was neutral but for a brief second, Loki saw a flash of triumph in his deep fathomless eyes.
"Good," he said, "now take off your clothes."
Loki glared at Heimdall.
"No," he said immediately.
Loki's reply was the wrong one, as it angered the gatekeeper, who was prowling around the chamber, circling Loki like he was prey, nothing more than a piece of meat, waiting for Heimdall to sink his teeth into.
He opened his mouth to argue further with Heimdall but was unable to get even one more word out, as the gatekeeper sprang forward and grabbed hold of the neck of the tunic he was wearing, his fingers tightly grasping the material.
Before he was able to fight Heimdall, he found himself propelled backwards and pushed violently against the rough wall of the chamber. Hitting the cold bricks, the breath was knocked out of his body; Loki struggled to regain some shred of control as he fought to prise Heimdall's from the neck of his tunic.
Heimdall's fingers tightened even more, wrenching in a swift downwards movement, as Loki tried desperately to twist out of his grip.
"Let go of me!" he hissed.
Looking up into Heimdall's face, he could see the gatekeeper's eyes were bright and cat-like in the gloom, and Loki knew that he was relishing his struggles and the sudden realisation caused him to freeze. Heimdall smirked as he reached down and grasped the band of Loki's leggings and with another sharp tug; he ripped Loki's leggings away.
Loki whimpered as Heimdall deftly moved his hand down, tracing the lines of the muscles, as his hand ghosted over Loki's chest and down further towards his hips, stopping when he rested his hand upon Loki's slender hip.
"Turn around slowly," he murmured.
Loki did, slowly and when he had his back to him he felt Heimdall place his hands on his shoulders, he yelped as Heimdall gripped them painfully, his voices a threatening murmur in Loki's ear.
"Don't flirt with me Loki; there is no need you are already mine."
Loki stumbled forward as Heimdall pushed him to the floor, landing heavily on his hands and knees on the cold rough floor. Before he had time to recover Heimdall had grabbed his arms and jerked him towards him, his face was impassive as he produced leather cuffs from seemingly out of thin air. Loki watched in stunned silence as he slipped them around his wrists and then tied them into rings set in the floor.
"Heimdall?" he gasped, suddenly afraid.
Heimdall's response was to ignore him as he turned his attentions to Loki's ankles, when he tried to pull his ankles away from Heimdall's strong grip he tightened them swiftly, rendering Loki completely helpless.
Loki shuddered as Heimdall's hands moved slowly over his tethered body, reaching down to gently clasp the curve of his buttocks. Allowing his hands to linger, for just a few seconds before he stood and moved away from the prince, tethered like a dog to the floor of the chamber. Loki trembled as he listened to the footfalls as they disappeared into the gloom of the shadows that seemed to be moving, he wasn't sure what was more frightening, the thought of Heimdall leaving him tethered helplessly with something moving in the shadows or the sound of him returning.
Heimdall watched from the shadows as Loki started to panic and as he stepped forward, he saw Loki flinch, as he became aware of Heimdall's presence again and he admired Loki's lithe body, as he tried to control his trembling.
As he stepped closer, Loki held his breath as he felt something cold and stiff trail along his spine, he could hear Heimdall's breathing in the gloom of the chamber above him and he closed his eyes, fighting the growing sense of terror.
Heimdall let the leather strap rest for a moment on Loki's bound body, smiling to himself as he felt the fear and anticipation rolling off of him. He moved the strap slowly, relishing his sense of power, drinking in the heady cocktail of emotions that Loki created in him. As the slow tick of time passed, he could see the disgraced prince desperately fighting to retain some visage of dignity, or control. His breaths came in shallow as he was straining to hear his every move, he saw him relax momentarily, and in that instance he drew the strap back and brought it down swiftly to hit him squarely across his buttocks.
Loki refused to scream as he tried to twist his body away from him, his belly dropping to try and protect his more vulnerable exposed area of his body, while his face pressed down onto the cold hard floor. Before he could brace himself for the next stroke, Heimdall brought the strap down, harder this time.
Heimdall smiled again as he listened to Loki's desperate attempts not to show that he was in pain and humiliated at what was being done to him by the burly gatekeeper, delighting in the angry red glow that was flushing across Loki's skin. Loki struggled and withered, trying to avoid the next blow but Heimdall had bound him to well and, the stroke exploded across his buttocks, which clenched as he fought to evade Heimdall's aim.
Loki gasped as the next blow struck, the leather cuffs creaked as he struggled against them, vainly trying to twist away from his assailant. Tears of pain and shock glistened in the corners of his eyes; the overwhelming red hot bite of the leather strap made him gasp and jerk.
He could feel the glowing pain in his buttocks spreading through his entire body, and he tried to control himself, not wanting to give Heimdall the satisfaction of hearing him cry out at the pain, that was radiating stronger and more fiercely with each blow.
Before he had a chance to catch his breath, Heimdall brought the strap down again, hard and not, the sensations spread out from his buttocks again in incandescent ripples and Loki felt himself losing control and he let out a dark wailing moan as Heimdall hit him again.
Suddenly there was stillness.
Loki collapsed into a heap onto the cold hard floor, as Heimdall threw the strap to the other side of the gloomy chamber, then he turned his attentions to the cuffs around Loki's ankles, and relief swept through Loki as he waited for Heimdall to remove the cuffs still around his wrists but the relief was short lived as Heimdall moved away, leaving Loki still tethered by his wrists to the floor.
He stretched out wearily on the floor, as he waited for Heimdall to release him but when Heimdall returned he did not release him; instead he merely lifted Loki's head gently this time and placed a thin pillow beneath it. He felt a light blanket placed over his bruised body and then he let out a weary cry as he realized that Heimdall intended to leave him that there.
"Heimdall," he cried, "Please Heimdall, no, don't leave me here! I'll do what you want. Please, untie me….." but his words fell on deaf ears and he heard the sound of Heimdall's footsteps fade as he left the chamber.
A/N: There the first revamped chapter done, I hope that this time I have not missed all the mistakes.