A/N: Post-Avengers Lokiwhomp. This is in response to a kinkmeme prompt that asked for public and preferably sexual humiliation in connection with this picture: fuckyeahthorloki DOT tumblr DOT com/post/21863300744/sew-up The picture is gorgeous, though disturbing, and because I've had a *brutal* few weeks at work I went ahead and filled the prompt. It's so disgusting that I'm not going to post it all here (I'll do it anon somewheres eventually), but I figured this little section – which takes place after all the horrible – is not unreadable. So, in order to reassure you guys that I am still alive and still writing, here it is. Sorry to keep you waiting for the last bits of Family. I'll do my best to post soon.
WARNING: Takes place after a bunch of horrible shit. But there's nothing explicit here as to what, other than that the lips-sewn thing clearly happened.
"Kneel, brother."
Loki did, slow and stiff, his breath hissing worse than ever. He went to all fours and bowed his head.
"Loki." Thor held out his hand, palm down.
When Loki finally looked up and saw what was required of him now, his chest heaved and he swayed where he knelt. His gaze was pure hatred, eyes red and wet but burning with an intensity Thor had never seen.
But Thor did not waver, and at last Loki's sense of self-preservation won out over whatever vestiges of pride still remained. He crawled forward the last few feet, grasped his brother's hand, and bent his head over it.
Thor almost flinched at the press of the ruined lips, but then Loki moved the hand to his forehead... and that was even worse. Now he could feel cold sweat and hot tears, and Loki shaking.
He reminded himself firmly of what he was doing and why. Steeled himself to keep his voice steady a little bit longer. "Much better," he growled, loudly enough to be heard. He stepped closer and rested his free hand on Loki's head, keeping it bowed. "You begin to learn your place. Good." He looked up, marking the faces that looked problematic. "Loki will be taken for further chastisement in private," he said. "You may not see him for a while. But when you do, I expect you to remember this. Remember what was done today and why, but also, remember that when he appears again at our table he does so at my pleasure. When his lips are freed to speak he does so with my permission. When I deem his punishment over it is, and I will not take it kindly if anyone should second-guess me by subjecting him to cruelties beyond what I have ordered. Is that clear?" He signaled for guards. "Now take him to my chambers."
Loki let go with a sob, fell to all fours again, prostrated himself on the floor. It was unclear whether it was prompted by fear or by gratitude, but Thor supposed either would be appropriate. He watched impassively as the prisoner was hauled to his feet. "Chain him well and leave him on the floor by the window. He had best be waiting there for me when I arrive."
The End.
At least until the whole awful thing gets posted somewhere. The scene that precedes this one is super nasty, and the one that follows is *failed* h/c. Can you get any more depressing than that!?
Let me know what you think!