drabble challenge
today is a better day than yesterday despite spending approximately five hours correcting my co-worker's mistake and making my wrist hurt (from writing in school and ironing after dinner) and going to the flat I no longer rent
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“You maimed the lyrics,” Tony groaned. He was tied to his chair, his jacket torn, his shirt opened to his sternum. At least he still had his pants. His face was throbbing where the bruise was already forming, and his shoulders were aching from being forced behind his back. But otherwise he was unharmed (yet). There were screwdrivers, knives, smoldering irons, and other hardware under Loki’s hand; simple tools of a mechanic, or creative tools for a torturer. “You don’t look like you know how to change your car’s oil,” Tony mumbled and didn’t turn his head away. Loki’s eyes were… not precisely crazy but somewhat close. They resembled Obi’s eyes before Obi pulled his ARC reactor slash heart out of his chest after paralyzing him. They were determined. Without regrets. Tony swallowed and prayed to a God he didn’t believe in to make another god (he did know personally) arrive in time. As in before he was tortured or dead.
“I would rather make this unpleasant for you than not,” Loki said. He smiled his smug psychopath smile and crouched before Tony. His finger brushed against the scarring on Tony’s chest. “I see your iron heart was replaced. Why?”
“Because I didn’t need it any longer,” Tony replied with remarkable honesty. He tried not to shudder or pull away from the touch. But as long as they were talking he wasn’t being tortured. “I have the old one lying around somewhere here; Pepper put it in a glass.”
“I see,” Loki said. “Does this mean you gifted her with your heart and she didn’t want it?”
Oh, that burnt! Tony swallowed down the curses. Forcing his fists open, he smiled a thin smile. “Why, you looking for a snugglebunny?”
The laugh was startled out of the damned demigod. “Why, you willing?” He seemed more sane than a moment ago; as if the crazy was just another mask he put on for convenience’s sake. His eyes were openly curious as he made a show of looking up and down Tony’s battered body.
Tony smiled, opened his legs a tiny bit more, and tilted his head a degree to the left. “I like sex,” he stated.
When Thor and the rest of the Avengers burst into the room, Tony was halfway to his orgasm and Loki seemed to enjoy himself immensely as well as he pounded into Tony. Thor seemed to take in the scene, choke on something foul-smelling before he spun on his heels to escape. (Steve, as he was the second one to come in, seemed to freeze in indecision for a moment before he made a question about consent, and when both Tony and Loki growled out a yes, he followed Thor and herded out everybody who might have wanted to linger for awhile.)
~end~
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