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“How long now, J?” Tony refilled his glass and paced the penthouse again.
“Loki has been gone for 12 hours and 14 minutes, Sir.”
Tony growled and paced some more. Loki sometimes left the tower, but usually not for long. Not for more than a few hours, and Tony liked it that way. Loki was not quite a fugitive, but not quite free either. He had been sentenced to slavery and the sentence had been carried out. Odin had not given a term, and once given over to his owner, they were free to do what they wanted with him. Tony had freed him, which was his right as his master to do. Still, Tony did not trust Odin for one second. He might decide that Loki hadn’t suffered enough, and try to exact further punishment on him.
Thor had told him that Odin would abide by the law, but he had said the same thing about the Nidavellir. Tony wasn’t as trusting as that. Odin was dangerous to Loki. When Loki left the tower, without telling Tony where he was going, Tony had no way to protect him.
It was 1am, Tony was half drunk and exhausted, he decided to go to bed. Pacing the penthouse wasn’t going to bring Loki home any faster.
Dawn was showing over the horizon when Tony woke to Loki crawling into bed with him. Tony rolled over and wrapped him up in his arms. “Hey baby,” he murmured, “I missed you.”
Loki allowed Tony to manhandle him into Tony’s preferred cuddling position, his head on Tony’s shoulder, arms and legs entwined. Loki let out a long breath.
“I did not mean to worry you, Anthony. I thought to be home before now.”
Tony’s heart skipped a beat to hear Loki describe the tower as home . He had tried to make it clear to Loki that his apartment was his alone, and that the penthouse was their shared home. He had not pushed Loki to accept it. To hear his tired voice now, casually confirming Tony’s hopes, was everything Tony had wanted. He squeezed Loki tightly.
“Is everything OK?”
Loki nuzzled into Tony’s neck. “Yes. I have been to visit Ibel.”
Tony looked down at him. and Loki smiled. “I warned Otr that justice would come for him, and indeed it has. He has not taken well to life as a thrall. Ibel is a very reasonable woman, and her demands of him are not onerous, but he can barely bring himself to obey. The binding forces him, when he is hungry enough, but he spends most of his time silent and sulking. Ibel is not a cruel woman, but she confessed to me that she is content to let him come an understanding of his new status himself.”
Tony shifted uncomfortably. “Do you think that’s enough punishment for him? After what he did to you?”
Loki shrugged, “For him to suffer as I did, someone would have to take the role that he played. Who could I ask to become a monster to ensure his suffering? You found that, did you not? The power is hard to resist. To have someone utterly at your mercy is not an easy thing.”
Tony knew it. He recalled taking things too far with Loki, dizzied with power and Loki’s submission. He had choked him on his cock, made him kiss his feet and thank him for it. Loki did not hold that against him, Although Tony secretly thought perhaps that he should.
As if reading his mind, Loki kissed Tony’s shoulder, “Do not concern yourself, Anthony. No one is perfect, even you. I know you enjoyed yourself with me, do not let it trouble you. If you had not, I would have starved. And we would not have activated the Logth Thram. We would not have lightened the binding and allowed me to think without the constant pressure to…perform .”
“Yeah...I still don’t understand exactly how that happened. I mean, the book says that Logth Thram is when the thrall is willingly submitted, but you were not willing at all. You were pretty much the definition of unwilling. Any why did Otr pretty much accuse me of abusing you to activate it?”
Loki pressed his lips together, hesitating. Tony was about to tell him not to worry about it, when Loki said, “Otr did not understand Logth Thram . He told Hreidmar it would give him greater power over me, make me willing and eager to serve. It is the other way around though, the thrall must be willing to activate Logth Thram at all. He tried to torture me into submission. He believed that a slave would eventually willingly submit if you beat them down enough. He didn’t understand that there has to be trust between thrall and master. Logth Thram is a reward, not a punishment."
Tony nodded. "He must have thought I had done something pretty bad to you to activate it so fast."
Loki agreed. He didn’t seem overly bothered by recalling his past experiences. Perhaps seeing his former abuser reduced to a slave had done something to exorcise that demon. And, Tony thought wryly, he had his other former owner, himself, pretty well tamed as well. Loki barely had to crook his finger and Tony was ready to do or buy him whatever he wanted. Tony wondered if he had had the ranger similarly wrapped around his fingers. So what, if what he wanted was to to be bound and spanked and fucked hard? It didn’t change who was in charge, and Tony knew it wasn’t him. He couldn’t bring himself to care. He had Loki warm and willing in his bed, he had his brains in the lab, his wit, humor, and warmth. He had everything he wanted.
Loki squirmed around in Tony’s arms. He climbed onto his lap, pressing his naked body against Tony’s thin cotton sleep pants. Loki liked to sleep naked, and Tony had no complaints about that either. Loki had given him free reign to do as he liked to him while he slept. Tony very much enjoyed waking him by rolling him on his belly and mounting him. Judging by the enthusiastic response to being ridden thus, Loki enjoyed it too.
“Do you wish to discuss this any further, Anthony?” Loki asked, rolling his hips against Tony’s hardening cock.
“Uhhhhh, you’re trying to distract me.”
“Mmmmm, is it working?” Loki asked, sliding himself down Tony’s body, kissing his chest and belly as he went.
“Yeah, it is,” Tony gasped, “It is.”
Loki hummed, pleased. “And what is your command, Anthony?”
Tony grabbed Loki’s hair with both hands, “Mouth open,” he said, and pushed inside as Loki obeyed. His cock was engulfed in wet heat. Loki sucked, working his tongue as much as he could. Tony wanted the use of his throat, and Loki angled his head to let him slip into that tight channel. Loki gurgled as his air was cut off. Tony moaned as he pushed Loki’s head down, pumping his hips, rubbing the head of his cock in Loki’s throat. As much as Loki enjoyed gags, he enjoyed this more, allowing his mouth to be used. The lack of air made him dizzy and compliant. Loki could hold his breath for at least a minute. If Tony made him hold it for much longer, he became very eager. Swallowing, humming, pressing his own hand against his throat to increase the pressure and friction. Tony liked to just hold his head down and let him figure it out. If he wanted to breathe, he had to make Tony cum. Tony lay back and listened to the choked gurgles coming from under the blankets. It was music to his ears. He thrust a few times, shallowly so Loki could not take a breath. Loki moaned at the tease and swallowed hard, constricting his throat around Tony’s cock, making him jump and squirm with pleasure.
“Again” he ordered, and moaned again as Loki did it. Tony pushed his foot against Loki's neglected cock, giving him something to rut against. Loki immediately worked his hips, his cock hard and dripping. He was not allowed to cum before Tony, but sometimes he did anyway, to enjoy the inevitable punishment. Tony jerked Loki's head up and down, fucking his throat in earnest, the heat and friction already almost unbearable. Tony panted, fisted his hands in Loki’s hair, thrust two more times and came down Loki’s throat. He let go, Loki pulled up and gasped for air, still pumping his hips against Tony’s foot. The rush of oxygen must have pushed him over the edge. Loki groaned and spilled, trembling as the pleasure washed through him.
Loki slumped down, his weight pinning Tony to the bed. Tony oofed as the breath was knocked out of him. He laughed and wrapped Loki back up in his arms, ignoring the stickiness between them.
“Baby, I love you.” Tony said, squeezing Loki tightly. Loki froze for a second, then propped himself up on his arms. He looked down at Tony, a slight smile breaking across his face.
“I love you too, Anthony,” he said, then coughed, his throat sore from the rough treatment.
Tony smiled, eyes twinkling in the dawn light. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll make you some hot tea.”