Written to: eighty-eights - Farewell, crosspost from AO3

Uxorious - Totally submissive to your wife.

"Loki, darling, please just hear me out," Thor begs as Loki folds his arms across his chest and stares pointedly at a plasma TV screen mounted on the hotel wall. "It was completely an accident."

The accident in question had involved Thor accidentally stepping into a pothole while crossing a street in Los Angeles; he'd stumbled and tripped, and, unfortunately, his landing place had proven to be with his face firmly planted into some blonde tart's ample cleavage. This tart in question had giggled and cooed at Thor and told him that oh yes, he could stay there for as long as he wanted, and Loki in his fury had turned her into a pigeon the very instant Thor had picked himself out of her breasts and dusted himself off and apologised to the amused taxi driver who just beeped politely at them to get out of the road.

And, according to Loki, Thor should have shoved himself away from her as fast as possible, should have made some face of disgust and told her that he was most certainly not available. But no, instead Thor had turned to him with a bemused look on his face and asked where the girl had gone and why a rather bejeweled pigeon was standing in her place.

Loki frowns at Thor, who gives him a look like a puppy dog that has just been kicked. The room was conspicuously silent except for the drone of conversation from the television; Darcy and Helblindi, who'd been in the area for whatever reason, had insisted on taking Modi to a children's musical. (Darcy had insisted; Helblindi had picked up Modi and eyed him carefully, examining his as of yet absence of teeth to discover how much it would hurt when he inevitably bit him.)

"And it is not as though we have not had our dalliances in the past," Thor continues, and Loki pouts, unable to dispute this fact. Over the millennia that they'd been together, some breaks had been taken before being quickly resolved; Jörmungandr and Sleipnir were only two results to these little breaks, when Loki had run to other realms and other beings for comfort. But that hadn't been when they were married, Loki wanted to protest, but the presence of children seemed like a much bigger deal.

"Loooooooki, you cannot possibly ignore me forever," Thor says. "I have forever to wait also, so it would do you better if you would just accept my most sincere and heartfelt apologies now."

Loki glares at him, speaks his first words to Thor since the incident. "What will you do in apology?" he wants to know, and Thor's face brightens.

"Anything, sweetheart!" he proclaims grandly. "I would do anything to regain your forgiveness and good graces."

The corners of Loki's mouth tilt up in a little smile as the beginnings of wicked thoughts begin to curl into being in his mind.

Forty minutes later, Thor horrendously regrets promising Loki anything.

Loki has bound his wrists to the reinforced headboard with ropes of seidr that don't allow Thor any leverage with his hands. Another rope of seidr coils itself delicately around Thor's cock, curling tightly - too tightly - around the base, and Thor cannot help but watch with a dry mouth as Loki sinks himself down for what feels like the millionth time that night. Thor's thighs and abdomen are already wet, sticky, coated with the evidence of Loki's first, second, fifth orgasms, and Loki's wicked mouth is still turned up at the corners, slightly dulled with exhaustion but laughing all the same.

"I believe someone told me punishments shouldn't be enjoyable," he taunts breathlessly, crying out in a high quavering voice as he sinks himself back down roughly into the cradle of Thor's thighs.

Thor grinds his teeth, grinds up into Loki with all the leverage he has in his hips, grins savagely as Loki lets out a high pitched yelp and sob as he spills himself yet again, just a few weak spurts, across Thor's abdomen.

When Thor bucks his hips up again, chasing the unreachable burning heat that has settled in his stomach, Loki groans weakly and tells him that it is starting to hurt, he is too sensitive, and Thor impishly tells him that it was an accident.

Loki pushes himself up, one hand splayed across Thor's chest, and looks at him in disbelief before frowning and resuming a brutal pace once again.