I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C10-Pouting slightly

Chapter 10: Pouting slightly
*Bucky’s POV* 
(Wednesday)
Grumbling as I went back to my room, I plopped down on the bed. Why do I have to go for therapy? This is so unfair. 

*Steve’s POV*
I went over to Bucky’s room, to see what he was doing, and was going to ask if he wanted to train with me. Only to see an adorable sight. My best friend was sitting cross legged on the bed, arms crossed, face in a frown, pouting slightly. Chuckling, I stepped into his room. “Hey Buck, why’re you pouting?” 

“I’m not pouting!” he exclaimed, voice slightly high pitched, “Pouting is not in my dictionary! James Bucky Barnes does not pout!” 

I smile. “Buck, you’re literally pouting about pouting!” I say, laughing. 

He sticks his bottom lip out even more and then gives up. “Okay fine, I’m totally pouting,” and the both of us laugh. 

“Movie time? With your salted butter popcorn?” I ask and he grins. Nodding his head, we walk out of his room together. 

*3rd Person’s POV* 
Steve and Bucky then head to the kitchen, with Steve popping in a bag of corn kernels and a small slab of salted butter on top, as Bucky sits down on the couch, grabbing the remote control and finds a movie on Netflix. Once Steve is done, he brings the bowl of popcorn and a pack of candy and settles down on the couch, snuggling next to his best friend, as the two watch the first Harry Potter movie. 

Meanwhile…

Loki is on the bed, staring at his cuffs. He memorised how they felt, each and every pattern and print on them. “I want you to put this on, okay? For me. Just for today, alright? Be a good boy,” was what Thor said, and then left the god with the chains. Why did Thor even want him in these? He’s been out of these for a day already! 

“I hate you, Thor,” Loki grumbles before sighing and locking his the chains. This cuffs, however, are connected to his neck as well, which had a separate collar with a hoop to put the chains through so that his hands would be connected. The god locked the collar in place before locking his hands as well, before locking his hand cuffs to the collar, before setting the key down on the bed. “Thor, I know you always have a reason for this, but I don’t see your reason here,” he muttered before flopping down on the bed, closing his eyes in defeat. The chains humiliated him, always made him feel like a dog, an object. He always felt like a something not a someone, in those chains. But he trusted Thor, he knew Thor would never make him wear this and then humiliate him. But…

He could never be too sure, could he? 

However, just when he was going to take the key and unlock the chains, and rip them off him, someone came in. No, two people came in. 

Thor and Clint. 

Loki and the archer didn’t have the best of relationships. The god controlled the mortal’s mind, and the other almost shot and arrow to his eye. Both hated each other, except Clint did eventually accept him when he was re-classified as a submissive. He treated the god just like how he treated the others, and Loki was scared. Scared that this was all a trick, and that the archer would use this tactic to torture him and break is heart. Scared that he would turn his back on the archer. He was scared. Loki hated to admit this, but yes, he was absolutely terrified. 

That was why Loki kept his distance. Not only from Clint, but everyone else too, except for Thor. He shied away from everyone and only did things with the blonde god. He was afraid that this was just a cruel elaborate trick to inspire fear. Except, this won’t be by the weak. It would be by the strong. Which scared Loki the most. 

“Thank you Loki, you did what I asked,” Thor beamed at him and Loki allowed himself a little smile as he heard Thor’s praise. 

“No worries, here’s the key,” Loki replied quietly and struggled a little as he picked the key up from the bed, and held it in his hand, motioning for Thor to take it. However, the god shook his head and pointed to the archer, who smiled at Loki. “I don’t understand,” the raven-haired god frowned, looking utterly confused. 

“Pass the key to Clint,” Thor continued, smiling brightly at his brother. Loki’s eyes widened, and his jaw fell. 

“What?!” the raven-haired god exclaimed, and the key fell onto the ground, the metal clattering as it hit the white-tiled floor. Both the dominants smiled softly at him, feeling sympathetic. “N-No, he will hurt me- Thor please! No, no, no,” Loki shook his head as he spoke, eyes slowly watering.  

“Loki, Clint won’t hurt you. He will just hold your key instead of me, alright?” Thor told his brother, who pursed his lips and willed himself not to cry. 

“B-But what if he wants to hurt me? W-What if he throws the key away?” Loki asked in a small voice. 

“I won’t do that, alright? I just need you to trust me, okay?” the archer stepped in and reassured the god. Loki bit his lip. Should he trust the archer? Clint has been nothing but kind to him, and Loki treated him with indifference and kept avoiding him, so why would Clint be nice to him now? 

“B-But I treated you badly, w-what if you hurt me?” Loki asked in a small voice, looking down. 

“I will never hurt you, Loki,” Clint smiled and bent down, picking up the key. “So trust me, alright?” Loki nodded. Thor beamed at this. 

“I will leave the two of you to chat,” the blonde god said before leaving the room and closing the door. Clint sat down on the bed and motioned for Loki to do the same. 

“I know we never had the best of relationships, and we pretty much hated each other. But, thank you for trusting me,” Clint said and Loki nodded along. 

“So, would you like to be my submissive?” Clint asked, facing Loki, holding a collar in hand. Loki gasped. If you were given a collar, it was serious. The god started squealing and immediately said yes. Clint smiled and undid the chains, before placing his collar onto the god. It was black leather, with a small ring in front, that had a tag on that read, “Clint Barton’s” which made Loki feel special. The god was grinning from ear to ear, and instantly engulfed the archer in a hug. 

“Thank you…” Loki said, as he buried his face in the archer’s shoulder. 

“No, thank you,” Clint replied and the two made their way out of the room and into the living room, both with a smile on their faces.