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You’re tired.
Day in and day out, fatigue plagues your mind like the cute little rats in 1350’s Europe. There was no reprieve. If it wasn’t Avenger’s drama, it was college assignments. If it wasn’t college assignments, it was the overwhelming feeling of doom and and darkness that you probably should speak to a therapist for.
Time passed by in a blur and you often forget things that didn’t immediately concern you, like the Asgardian god who moved into the room across from you. He seemed pretty temperate when you first saw him, shackled and muzzled.
Seeing as the Avenger’s allowed the oddly dark and attractive tall man- God?- to stay, then what were you going to worry about? It’ll be fine. Death is a natural part of life, but to die at the hands of him? What a pretty image to go out on, it's a best-case-scenario type of deal if we’re really talking here.
So there you were, exiting your room in hopes of grabbing another cup of coffee too fuel another night of procrastinating under the guise of studying when you hear a second door click open. You turned around from facing your door to see where the secondary door sound was coming from, your eyes immediately found blue ones as you see Loki mid-step out the door of his room.
“Oh hey, you’re the bondage guy,” You accidentally thought out-loud as you shut your door behind you.
“I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make sense of your comment.
“You came in gagged and bound like a bad adult video.”
“It’s not like I wanted to be restrained, you rat.”
“Well if it’s not consensual, then it’s not sexy.” You hummed insightfully as you approached Loki and patted his shoulder, “Men are victims too. Speak your truth, man”
“I will not be addressed as ‘man’ like a mere mortal” He retorted, “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, as it seems you’re unaware,” He said regally as he squared his shoulders and stared down at your hand that was still on his shoulder.
“Get your hand off me” Loki snapped quickly as he jerked his shoulder out from underneath your hand.
“Okay, Loki, Prince of Asgard,” You nod along, no need to ruin this man’s vibe. If he wants to be the main character then who are you to rain on his parade, “Does your highness want coffee? I’m gonna make some.”
Loki’s eyebrows furrowed even further, clearly expecting some kind of come-back or defensive threat. It has been months since he has been stuck in this architectural tragedy of a tower, even longer with no one to indulge in. Having a single person actually play along with him as if he wasn’t a ticking time bomb, like the overtly-serious Avengers he had the displeasure of interacting with, this was a pleasant change of pace.
When it comes to change, Loki found it best and most entertaining to first test the boundaries. What better place to test boundaries than at extremes?
While you expectantly look up at him for his decision on whether he’d want coffee or not, he started to stalk towards you, an easy smirk on his face as he stopped his stride mere inches in front of you. The only thing you did was blink as his large hand reached up and rested on your throat. “I have the power to kill you where you stand, useless mortal,” Loki spat lowly, tightening his thumb and index finger around your airway just slightly. “Your mockery is an insult to me and I don’t take such things lightly.”
“Thank god, put me out of my misery,” You were ready to go, this is it. Your time has come and you’ll welcome it with open arms. With your eyes closed and head tilted back slightly, you could only wonder how this type of kink would play out because this man has some mighty fine hands. What a great way to go.
“You’re lucky that you’re tolera- Wait, excuse me?” Surprised once again, Loki nearly had to shake his head to recover from the whiplash from what he expected from you and what he received instead. “Child, you do understand that I’m physically threatening you. I will choke the life out of you in a moment.” Instead of a harsh bite to his threat, he himself was surprised with his own palpable confusion.
Cracking one eye open, you blinked up at Loki with dry sarcasm almost tangibly dripping from your words, “No, I expected you to give me a run down of all your weird dominant kinks in the middle of the hallway.” You sighed and swatted his arm away, “If you’re not going to free me from this mortal coil then let me get some coffee, o’ Loki, Prince of Asgard.”
Loki could only squint as his brain churned full steam ahead to get a grasp of your character. He followed you as you guided him to the main area of the Avenger’s floor with the very open floor plan. Making a beeline for the kitchen, your hands automatically sort out the coffee situation,
“Loki, Prince of Asgard, how would you like your coffee?”
“Your majesty or Your Highness will suffice,” Loki sniffed and had to clear his throat, not wanting to show a fraction of satisfaction that he was getting addressed as he always should have. He couldn’t help but silently chuckle at your strange obedience, “And I will consume it as it is, I’ll flavor it as I see fit.”
“Of course, your majesty,” You nod absentmindedly as you follow your routine, grabbing milk from the fridge along with sugar and syrup from adjacent cabinets.
Loki was situated on one side of the kitchen, leaning against the countertop as his eyes trained on you. Your behaviour was completely foreign to him, between the rejection on Asgard and the hostility in the recent months, there was a sudden anomaly that came in the form of a young human with.. A death wish?