A/N:

Kelly of the midnight dawn ~ Thank you so much! Had to look "rape by proxy" up..interesting but very dark, yes. I was inspired by another Loki/Sylvie fic and I think in one of the comments they said, that the "fuck or die" thing works well for Loki, very dark and on the thin line between "in" and "out" of character. I hope I do the characters justice.

I don't own the characters, I just borrow them for my (obviously) dark fantasies =)

Warning: Containts noncon Spanking, Bondage and Angst - please don't read if those topics trigger you.

"WHAT?" Sylvie burst out, shouting at the camera. "What's wrong with you, you sick fucker?!"

"Do us a favour, Sylvie, and let Loki and me have a talk man to man?"

His tone was hard, leaving no doubt he wasn't fond of her talking back to him.

"I won't play this sick game!"

Sylvie rushed forward towards the camera but Loki stopped her, blocking her with his arm. She fought him off and started to run again.

But she never got there.

Instead she was tumbling and suddenly a huge force made her fall backwards. The impact was small, physically it didn't hurt at all.

But it shattered everything inside her.

She looked at Loki in shock and disbelief, who had still raised the hand he had used for his magic.

"Please Sylvie, let him speak for a moment."

But he didn't look at her, didn't turn to look at her.

"You two are cute, for real. I'm almost sorry I will have to shake that up a little. You just proved the point I made, Sylvie. And now be quiet or I'll make you shut up."

There was a pause, before the man spoke again.

"So, let's do this step by step. I think a little spanking will do for a start. There's a locker in the corner where you'll find the equipment, Loki."

With that, Sylvie stood, ambiguous about what she should do. Her mind was racing..fight or flight. She decided to go forward, go to him, placing a hand on his arm. When she spoke, her voice was full of emotions, but most of all fear.

"Loki, stop thinking about this. Let us find a way out of here."

He didn't look at her, still processing the words that were spoken to him. The darkness in them, the threat, the fear of losing her, of someone hurting her..

"He will hurt you," he simply stated, his voice sounded like it came from far away.

Sylvie shook her head.

"Loki stop! There must be a way out of here."

"I won't let him hurt you."

With these words he turned and their eyes met.

She flinched.

His eyes were a wild mixture of feelings but she saw a glimpse in them that made her stumble backwards, a glimpse that scared her.

"Sylvie"

Every muscle in her body tensed up at that, her body stiff but at the same time her hands began to tremble. She was careful to hide it. Loki hold his hands in front of him, a gesture to calm her down.

"Sylvie, let us talk about this."

He couldn't mean it.

He couldn't be serious.

Her mind started to go wild, her thoughts spinning, couldn't keep up with all the things she heard and felt..and feared. Loki took a step into her direction, her attention now completely on every move of him.

"I swear, if you come any closer, Loki Laufeyson, that doesn't end well for you."

He stopped for a moment, froze in his movement.

"Sylvie, please, let's think this through."

She let out a scornful laugh, "There's nothing to think through, Loki. I won't do this."

The goddess couldn't believe what she just heard, what she saw.

"I won't let you down."

Sylvie ran to the door, hammering against it, shouting, "Let me out, you sick bastard. I won't be part of your sadistic game."

She heard Lokis steps behind her, her ears highly alert of every sound. The lights on the camera turned on and she heard the voice of the man again, his tone a mixture of dark foreshadowing, amusement and wickedness.

"Alright, Sylvie. I'll take care of you if you want..my way."

"NOO!" Loki shouted, the firmness in his voice and the sheer volume caused Sylvie to jump.

She stood at the door, paralysed, when she heard a sound she wouldn't forget her whole life..

..the clicking sound of a locker opening.

Sylvie turned to look at him, look at what he was doing. He was standing there, holding a crop in his hands, staring down at it before turning towards her.

"I won't let you down."

She stumbled backwards, couldn't believe her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream and she just had to wake up.

"Loki, don't come near me."

She held her hands up, defensive and when he started to walk towards her, concentrated and..

..nothing happened..

No magic, no green lights, no nothing.

"Sylvie, stop, listen to me."

She looked at the crop in his hands, a black bar with a wide and thick ending. Panic was all she felt now, rushing through her body, through every vein.

Suddenly she was stopped by the wall behind her and she screamed. Loki walked slowly, his hands in front of him, trying to soothe her. She tried again to use her magic but she could barely see a glimpse of green light on her palm, dancing around, unable to cause any harm. She watched it with refusal, praying for the flame to come back.

His hands on her forearms teared her out of her trance and she jumped at his touch.

"Sylvie"

The enchantress looked at him with eyes wide open. He seemed to be taller then usual.

"I won't do this, Loki."

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

"It'll be okay."

His hands gripped her more firmly now, holding her in place, while soothing her with his words. She shook her head, tears started to well up in her eyes.

"No, you can't make me do.."

His gaze scared everything out of her, she couldn't define it. There was a doubtlessness she never seen there before and they seemed to darken.

Sylvie pushed her head forward against his, trying to free herself from his grip. She managed to free her arms and pulled her knee up against his private parts. He let out a cry and arched at that, just enough time for her to get away. She ran but was taken down in an instant, landing on the hard floor with magic.

"Sylvie, hold still, please. I don't want to hurt you."

She laughed wildly at that.

"Isn't that what you're going to do to me now?"

Loki towered over her to help her up, just to cage her in his arms, her back against him.

"I won't let him hurt you..and he will. That isn't going to happen."

Sylvie tried to free herself once again, her whole body working against him, but he just held her tight in his forced embrace.

"Shhh, Sylvie, it's me, it's just me and we will go through this together."

He shuffled her to the bed, laying her down on her belly, holding her hands in place with his own. It all happened so fast and both of them were breathing heavily. Sylvie struggled to fight him off, cried when her attempt remained ineffektive.

"No, Loki, please...please don't do this."

He didn't move and she sensed that his hands were shaking.

He was ambiguous.

"Loki, please don't hurt me. Please.."

He leaned to her, resting his forehead against the back of her head. She could turn this around, he was ambiguous, he was struggling..

"Take a deep breath when I tell you to."

No, what was happening here?!

Why was this happening?

"Loki, no! Please, don't do this to me.."

"Breathe"

Terror ran trough her veins..it all went so fast and at the same time like someone had stopped time.

First she heard the sharp noise of the crop sliding through the air.

Second her own breath catching.

Then the smack.

And then the pain came crashing into her and she cried out.

Loki immediately laid his hands on the spot where the crop hit her, rubbing it gently. He was distracted for a moment, letting out a deep sigh, whispering..

"I'm sorry"

Sylvie didn't think twice and took advantage of the opportunity, freeing herself from his grip, turned around in a second and slapped his face.

"You asshole! Get away from me!"

With that she kicked him and he stumbled backwards.

For a moment they stood there, both in shock of what just happened. Tears ran down Sylvies cheeks, her eyes full of betrayal. It was as if Loki just realized what he had done, now that he saw her face and he covered his mouth with his hand.

A familiar voice broke through the silence.

"Good start, kiddo. But I think we all agree, that it doesn't really count when she's covered in this..armour."

A pause, panic rose again in Sylvie.

"So, I think someone need to be undressed to make it count."

Their eyes met and Sylvie shook her head, her gaze changing from pure rage to begging.

"If you want this to be a bit easier for you, Loki, there are ropes at both sides of the bed."

The enchantress bolted, running towards the door again but Loki stopped her in an instant and she landed on the hard floor again.

"Oh for god's sake, Loki, stop this! Let me go.."

She wanted her voice to sound tough, confident, but it was pleading instead.

Suddenly his arms were under hers and he pulled her up, back into his grip. That's when she bit his arm hard, causing him to cry out in pain but it was pointless. In an instant he had her back in his grip, shoving her towards the bed again.

No, don't let him get you there..there's no turning back then..the ropes..

Sylvie saw them hanging to each side of the bed and her eyes widened in shock. She struggled, fought, praying to get her magic back, to get away but Loki was stronger. He had her on her belly again, holding her down with his elbow.

No, don't let him do that to you. Fight him off..

He used his bodyweight to hold her in place, his legs forcefully against hers, caging her between him and the bed, his one shoulder holding her down, catching the rope and her arm on the left side, fumbling at it. He put so much force on her wrist, she cried out in pain.

The god of mischief whispered an apology against her ear and she could hear his heavy breathing. For a moment it felt almost comforting to feel his breath warm against her skin in all this madness.

But the moment passed and the terror came back again when she realized her left hand was now bound to the bed.

She looked paralysed at her bound hand, how he had wrapped it up..in a hurry but at the same time perfectly fit. It didn't cut into her flesh but was tight enough so that she had no possibility to free her hand.

It kind of fascinated her how careful he was not to cut into her flesh, protective, even in this forceful, cruel situation.

A strange calmness made her stop struggling, she couldn't describe it..it all happened so fast.

She looked to her other side where Loki was busy tying her other hand to the bed. He took some of the pressure of his body from her, knowing this was the last act of fixing her. She could see his face, the muscles of his jaw tense, his expression unreadable.

Sylvie watched him, wanted to make eye contact. When he realized it, their eyes met. A single tear from fell down on the mattress.

"Loki, please. I know you don't want to do this."

His eyes reacted to her words and she saw tears in them.

"I won't let him hurt you."

There was desperation in his voice and fear, but also firmness and some glimpse of something else she couldn't yet assign. It came from a dark place and seeing it made her shudder.

"I won't let you down"

"So it's just the lesser of two evils, Loki?"

Her voice sounded bitter now, soaked in the betrayal she felt. She wanted a reaction from him.

"Who are you to decide for the both of us?"

"Someone must," he just stated. He seemed far away.

"And who said that would be you?"

Look at me, tell me..

He shook his head, obviously to clear his mind and suddenly he was out of sight, taking his former position behind her. Sylvie tried to turn her head which was difficult out of her position.

You can't just lock me out Loki! This is not your decision to make!

He laid a hand on the back of her head to held her down and maybe to comfort her..it was gentle which made her even more furious.

Then his other hand started to undress her trousers and she felt panic rush through her. Sylvie wriggled, trying to get away from his hand, from his touch.

She felt so exposed.

..it was so embarassing..

The enchantress shook her head with force, every muscle of her tensed up and she felt the adrenaline rush through her veins.

"Stop, Loki! I swear I'll kill you!"

He didn't respond to that, just stroked her neck gently.

"I won't let you down"

"Breath"

And the moment he said that they heard the voice of the man again.

"Better make it count, Loki, or I will."

Sylvie heard the man behind her sighing deep and taking a deep breath himself.

He's still ambiguous..

So I have to try..

"You can stop this, Loki! Let us find a way out of here!"

But at that moment she heard the crop sliding through the air, this time even louder than before and it smacked down on her exposed flesh and she cried out..

Pain.

All she felt was shattering pain and tears overflowing her eyes.

She heard him apologizing over and over, his trembling hand caressing her neck, felt his head falling down, resting at the back of her head. Maybe even something wet on her neck..tears..

But it all felt like coming from far away now..clouded..

Burning pain overshadowing everything and at the same time she felt strangely numb. Her ears were ringing and she didn't even fully understand the words of the man speaking now. Just a few fragments.

"..go on"

She would never forget the now familiar sound of the crop sliding through the air.

Sharp, merciless..

She grabbed the blanket as the pain hit her, burying them in the soft fabric..to hold onto something, to stop her from falling into the dark abyss manifesting around her. That was when she felt Lokis shaking hands upon hers, intertwining their fingers.

She didn't resist..

There was no point in resisting..

All seemed to slowly fade around her.

The only thing she heard was her own screams as the pain rushed through her twice again, before the man behind her collapsed, falling to his knees. His upper body was holding onto her, as he buried his head between her shoulderblades.

They just laid there for what felt like eternity before she heard a familiar sound and..

..someone clapping..

"That was great. Good show. I think we should all take a break here."

Sylvie barely felt her hands getting untied, barely noticed the hand that was offered to help her up. She just ignored it..not even on purpose..it was an odd thing that just didn't fit into this act of madness so she slowly turned around and sat on the bed, her head falling to her chest.

Her whole body was burning and the pain on her butt was so intense that it made her sick.

But what shattered her was the feeling inside..

In the corner of her eyes she saw him going down on his knees, taking her hands in his own, speaking to her..

..but she couldn't hear the words..

It sounded dull, like someone put cotton in her ears.

The next thing she remembered was two people, dressed in black, wearing masks, lifting her up and dragging her through a door into another room. She didn't fight back, she just let it happen. Let them shove her to the bed standing there. Let them lay her down.

Please, just let the world fade away..

"I won't let you down"