I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C12-Loki's Punishment

Chapter 12: Loki’s Punishment
*3rd Person’s POV* 
(Next Monday) 
A week flew by, and a lot of things had happened. Tony could finally have his lab back, which he was really excited about. Steve collared Bucky, and the two were really happy with each other. Clint and Loki were also spending quite some time together, which was great. Thor also collared Bruce, which the latter could not stop blushing about. Now, it was Monday morning, and it was the start of Loki’s punishment. But little does the god know, that everyone had decided to modify it without telling him. 

“Morning Loki,” Clint murmured as he combed his hand through the god’s hair. Now, all the submissives moved in with their dominants, and they slept together. Loki groaned but turned to face the archer. 

“Morning Clint,” he replied groggily as he rubbed his eyes and sat up, exposing his bare torso. The two slept shirtless, with only sweatpants or boxers on. Clint sat up too, and kissed Loki on the temple before jumping out of bed and into the bathroom. As the two got ready for the day, Clint smirked to himself as he thought about what was in store for his little frost giant. 

“What day is it today?” Loki asked as he pulled on a hoodie on top of his shirt. It was raining, and the god was feeling a little cold. 

“Monday,” 

“Oh, right,” Loki got uncomfortable and looked away. He remembered about his punishment. The past week was quite delightful for him. He bonded with the team more, learning more about how to use Midgardian technology, spending time with Clint and having fun. He enjoyed it so much that he almost forgot about his punishment. 

“It’ll be fine, Lokes, okay? Oh, and there is a slight change in your punishment, so just remember that,” Clint winked at his submissive and the god started getting curious. What was it? What changed? Was the change good or bad?

“What is it?” Loki asked the archer, trying his best to squeeze out any possible information that he could get his hands on. 

“I can’t tell you, Loki,” the archer chuckled as the god grumbled plopping back down on the bed. Suddenly, Clint’s arms wrapped around Loki’s torso, earning a soft squeal from the god. Clint nuzzled his nose in Loki’s hair, taking in the scent of peppermint that the god showered with yesterday. Soon, the archer’s hands travelled up to Loki’s neck, and gently pressed the collar onto it, clasping it at the back before getting off the bed. Loki wore his collar all the time, except for showering and sleeping. 

The two then headed out of the room, with one happy and the other extremely nervous. 

…In the living room…

“Morning everyone!” Steve’s cheerful voice reverberated around the room. Everyone was in a lazy mood, the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windows and the small fire crackling in the fireplace was making everyone sleepy. Everyone except Steve. The soldier had to charge through rains and blizzards to protect his country, so some rain wasn’t a problem. Thor was passed out on the couch with Bruce in his arms, the god spooning the smaller mortal. Natasha leaned against her hand that was propped on top of the sofa, with Tony asleep in her lap, and Bucky was beside her, head leaned against her shoulder. Steve had made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, but no one paid attention to it, though. 

Loki and Clint entered the room, hand in hand, and situated themselves on the recliner. The quiet melody of piano music filled the room, calming everyone in their state of slumber. Soon, even Loki and Clint fell asleep, with Loki’s head tucked in the crook of Clint’s neck, and Clint’s arm around Loki’s waist, the two curled up together for warmth and comfort. This was, of course, unacceptable to the soldier who had to stick to his usual regime of waking up, no matter the weather. 

“Guys!” Steve yelled, hitting a spatula on a pan, causing everyone to groan as they woke up. “Eat breakfast, and then we need to start Loki’s punishment! Get up right now!”

“Okay, okay, stop hitting the pan!” Tony yelled and everyone laughed. Soon, the sky cleared up a bit, and everyone was back in their usual cheery mood. Everyone dug into breakfast, laughing and chatting as the sun shone on them again. (*wink wink* reference, okay I shall leave now)

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*3rd Person’s POV*
After everyone finished breakfast, everyone gathered at the couch, with Loki reluctantly dragging his steps to the sofa, his fingers playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. He didn’t want a punishment, but he knew that he needed it. He needed it to make him feel less guilty, to make him learn from what he had done. The god just hoped that it wouldn’t be too harsh. 

“Okay Loki, so your punishment was modified, and now, the punishment is just basically listening to Clint, being extremely obedient and stick very closely to your rules. This is of course, expected, but following almost exactly to the rules is hard, and if you break a rule, even if it is accidental, you will be punished. Also, you will still have to help out with the restoration works on Sundays, for at least 4 hours,” Steve announced as he looked at the god, who was standing awkwardly beside the couch, nodding his head as he listened to his punishment. “This will last for a month,” 

Loki’s jaw dropped. He didn’t know which was better; having a shorter time period for his punishment or the change of punishment. He certainly didn’t like this one. The god knew that it was near impossible to follow his rules as closely as possible. At least if it were to be the previous one, he may still be able to make a few mistakes, and wouldn’t get punished. Oh, this was bad. 

Clint noticed his submissive’s worry, and smiled softly. “Hey, its alright. I’ll go light on you for the first week, and then become harsher after, okay?” Loki pursed his lips, but nodded. The archer beamed and all the avengers also smiled and nodded, and slowly, they disappeared to do their own things, soon leaving Loki and Clint in the living room alone. 

“Loki, you trust me, don’t you?” the archer asked and the god nodded, “Good, so can you do this for me?” Loki tilted his head, silently asking what Clint wanted. 

“I want you to kneel,”