![]() “If you would but act like an adult, show me and the others on the council at least a hint of respect, even attempt to couch your criticisms in a few pleasantries-“ Thor sighed and pinched a patch of scarlet skin on the well-abused bottom in his lap, earning him an obscene snatch of muttered blasphemy from his prisoner. It was a familiar refrain for both brothers. “Why mu…st you always treat me…like a child?” The interlude was enough for Loki to find his tongue if not his breath. “Why must you always fight this, fight me?” Thor’s dominant hand paused, his frustration evident. A grunt of satisfaction from Thor at his lapse reawakened Loki’s rebellious nature and he struggled anew in vain against the cruel grip that pressed his wrists against his lower back. Loki was unaware he had whimpered until the soft sound of it rounded back on him, startling him out of the meditative state he fought so desperately to reach each time he suffered this particular penance. They came fast and sharp now like the staccato of hard rain that makes up the heart of a summer storm. The beat sped up until the fat, bright notes of his punishment tripped and skittered across the gold surface of the great room. ![]() Loki had done his best so far to ensure he did not add any noises of his own to this percussive symphony of flesh on flesh, but his brother-king craved a tenor accompaniment and would not be denied. ![]() Although Thor had cleared the room, presumably to spare his younger brother the embarrassment of being disciplined before an audience, they both knew there was no hiding the cacophony they were creating. ![]() The relentless echo of Thor’s palm against his quickly reddening backside filled the empty throne room each smack doubling, tripling, quadrupling back across itself and its fellows until the whole of them could almost be mistaken for applause. It was the sound that finally broke Loki. ![]()
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