For a long strand of silence, Loki was granted time to prepare himself, it seemed as if Thor was giving him such mercy for the physical pain to come. But Loki could handle that pain, that wound was just his body in which he had more than enough control for it not to bother him, it was mental stability he had to work for.
How was he supposed to do this, could he turn his head away, hide any pained expression he may have? No. That was too cowardly to turn away from Thor while he would struggle through it alone. For a moment he couldn't help the low rumbling within him, the vibrating growl causing nothing but aches to litter his frail chest, but that didn't cease the sound as Loki became frustrated. He hated knowing that the punishment was hurting Thor, he hated that Thor held love for him, hated the fact that the prince was so protective, hated that he had to be so noble to feel shame for giving the punishment Loki knew he deserved. How he hated his kindness, his large heart that still had love for him.
He had the nerve to yell at Thor and screech at him as if he was a thunderstorm himself, but he held his tongue, letting it fit between his teeth, keeping back what would likely only cause more trouble. He wished he had yelled at Odin now, had howled and made him put a muzzle back on him. He was right though, he had been the cause, he had helped infuriate Thor to his actions and only now did Loki regret it.
Biting at his tongue some more to confirm it in his demand, he let his thoughts trim down, try and cool from his anger, not let it get the best of him, it was only fuel for the torture to occur, instead he thought as how to do this. He did want to hide away, not let Thor see the emotions on his face he wasn't sure he would be able to hold with the whips onto his beaten body, but he wouldn't, couldn't close his eyes and ignore his brother in own selfish ways. No matter how good an option it felt like to part of his brain.
Now he wished Thor had not granted any time to prepare for this, because nothing could prepare him for this, now that he was aware of the plan Odin had in deal, he didn't want Thor to hurt, and thinking of ways to go through it was only frustrating and making his brain feel just as abused as body.
Maybe he could just anger Thor, make it blind fury and have his pain be held back by enough rage. Loki could handle the rage, but was there a way to get through to it without hurting Thor? Doubtful. Cautious, he looked to Thor, now seeing the observation the God of Thunder had been holding over him as if he knew he was trying to think. Like that Loki's gaze hardened and he held his mask prominently.
"Well…? Did you forget how to use it?" Words taunting with scratchy tone he was not accustomed to, Loki managed to slide it out as a hiss, not realizing till now just how parched and bruised his throat was.
When there was no answer, Loki had no patience to do this slowly and instead went on. "Come on Thor, no need to be nervous with the weapon, it's not as if I am glass you coward. Use the weapon like daddy taught you. Just what you were trained for, take care of the traitor Thor, start the punishment before I grow tired of waiting on you." Voice growing cold with a lingering growl going to mix, Loki glared at Thor watching, hoping for that spark of anger of the other god before his own got to him first.
As the words were a slap in the face, Thor seemed to come from his spaced off wonder of his brother, instead he was brought back into thought with harsh words that made him give his attention strictly onto Loki. He would not let his pride get to him, he did not forget, he would never forget..any of this. A soft punctured expression he revealed told so as he looked onto Loki as he went with his jest, if they could be called such things. He could only stare disbelieving what was being said. But you are glass, glass I let break.
"You are no traitor Loki, you are my broth-" he was cut off from a long hiss from Loki, one that was ..frustration?
"I am not your brother! I am the monster of which we were told to fear as children, which we deem to destroy for victories, claim life's of and take from. Those we fight war against and those of which you slay like it's a game! Look at me Thor Odinson!" his blood starting to boil under nerves he was unsure of, he stood for implications and for support behind his words. He loathed the tint of blue washing his skin, the sudden patterns that fell across his planes as if they always belonged, and the cold that swept him like the monster was another being invading him and taking over. But he had to prove Thor what a monster he was, what a horrible thing he was get him to see. "I am what you kill as if prey for a hunt, now you are too weak to strike me with a whip. Pathetic, some king you are to be. Can't even punish your own enemy." Loki was pleading in the back of his mind for that hurt look to leave Thor, for that temper, up until now that was always quick and hard for Thor to tame to show its face.
Instead there was sudden and utter shock swept across Thor's face, one that dissolved all too quickly with determination he so hoped would be his anger and not that foolish, stupid, love or worse..sympathy. If Thor dare be sympathetic to him now Loki knew he would snap. But like that there was a warm hand being frost bitten on his shoulder as it turned him around to the wall and was pulled away casually for the whipping to commence.
Thor felt he was treading shallow and murky waters for the long moments he stared at the back of Loki and his blue skin, unsure of how to respond, he was too set back by the sudden play of it all to try and be angry, he was too careful to try and be sympathetic, he had seen that twitch on Loki's face and knew it would only make it worse. It seemed his care for his brother was driving him mad enough to rather have his whippings then spend time trying to muse of his own hurt. It sadden him and made him frown once more to think he made his brother feel lower than he already did with his presence, to not be comforting..he shook his head and began the whipping, tears brimming his sudden placid gaze as Thor concentrated only to the now slashed, bloody, and bruised frame he was striking with a flinch for each wrap the whip made on the skin and slick crack it bust by the contact.
As last time Loki made not a noise let slip from him, Thor wasn't sure of to worry or be a bit happy it wasn't voiced that he was wounding Loki. Thor whipped and whipped, he went on blankly and staring only at one spot as he felt so empty, every little beam of shine of sun he was as his heart and soul was clouded by what he could not take away from his mind, even after he got out of the cell it wouldn't ever leave him. It wasn't till he could no longer take the emptiness in his mind, his whole body that he stopped, turned quickly before Loki could look back, and was out the door in fleeting resemblance.
Loki had taken each strike, gone with it as it pushed and forced his form around with whatever strength was put behind it, but once he saw Thor would not meet his gaze, he sadly and with broken bow of his head, looked away as well, staying in his position until he realized that the whips had quit, and the door had thud shut. Slowly sliding himself Loki went down to the ground, knees tucking into his arms as he wrapped them and hugged them to his chest, staring at the wall silently for a long time before he hid his face away into arms, bloodied back to door and eyes closing with twin tears strolling his tattered cheeks.