Tony let out a vast array of curses and expletives, promising the king all sort of unpleasantries. However, his words were not enough to change Loki's mind as they still did manage to reach the bedroom relatively quickly, despite Tony's attempts at stalling. Servants and guards cleared out of their way and the door opened by itself, and in moments, Tony felt the uncomfortable softness of bedding beneath his back and legs; the room had flashed by him and it took a long while for him to realise he'd been thrown.
A wide smirk crossed Loki's expression and he immediately locked the door in a way that would never allow his pet to leave, even with the help of another opening the door for him; he would wait until Tony was entirely obedient before he could even consider letting him go free about the kingdom as he pleased, let alone the realm. He turned to the man, walking over to the bed and sitting down, a hand gently running over the tanned skin of the human. The second he was met with disgust and refusal, he languidly reached into a small pocket in his pants and dangled the small remote in front of Tony, snatching it away as the man's hand shot towards it. "Uh, uh. You wouldn't want to touch that. It doesn't react well when the one it attacks tries to handle it. Now, remove your clothes and don't be quick about it."
Tony opened his mouth to shoot a quick 'fuck you, Frosty' at him, but thinking through the possible backlash that it would bring made him think twice about his actions. He haltingly removed his clothing, taking off his torn tee before pushing his jeans off of his legs, trying to edge himself carefully closer and closer towards the remote. If he could just knock it out of his hands, then he could get a hit to the jaw in. The man's hands lingered at his waistband, his fingers gripping the material and pulling it off, leaving him completely naked. He could feel the king's eyes look him over, as if his gaze was travelling physically upon his skin. "You gonna just sit there or are you going to get over and done with, princess?" The words were quickly rewarded with a mind-numbing shock that left him shaking and shuddering on Loki's lap.
Loki's chuckle echoed through the room, his hand gently petting the smaller man that had fallen into his lap. "You do know that I could have easily degraded you by ripping your clothes off but making you remove them yourself is always far more effective to make you realise that your place is far lower than you ever realised." Mussing up the man's hair, Loki lay him down on his back and wiped a hand along his own clothes to make them disappear. "I will ask you to do one more thing for me tonight before we sleep. Do you think you can do that?" As he spoke, one of his hands took a hold of Tony's manhood, gently stroking it as if it were his own.
Tony's eyes went wider than usual, his body struggling to keep his hips from bucking up to meet that warm, glorious hand; it was quite unfortunate that it belonged to Loki. He waited a while before nodding, deciding mentally that it was best to play along until he was contacted by at least one of his teammates who were hopefully just bluffing their surrender.
"Excellent." Loki paused when he felt the length harden in his grip. "You are not to touch yourself until my say so. You already know what will happen if you defy me, Stark, and I can promise you that I will not kind." With that, he removed his hand, god the remote and pulled Tony to his chest as he lay down by the human's side. "Sweet dreams, Anthony." The candles in the room went out with a swift gust of wind, leaving Tony to suffer in the dark.