Frostpudding Drabble

 Tom hadn't been sleeping well for a few days now, a reoccurring nightmare forced him awake, and the fear of having it again kept him so. But he could never remember what it was, all he could recall were the piercing green eyes, and a voice unlike any he had heard in his lifetime. It was beginning to affect him, he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in almost a week.

 Tonight, he wasn't going to sleep. Maybe if he didn't, it would break the cycle. The nightmare wouldn't come anymore. He poured himself a cup of tea- extra sugar- and settled in to the couch to watch some telly. He flipped from channel to channel, desperately trying to find something to watch, anything to keep him awake. But there was nothing on, everything would bore him to the point where he would begin nodding off, no matter how much tea or coffee drank. And each time he closed his eyes for a few moments, the green eyes would appear, and the voice would begin to whisper his name, beckoning for him. And each time he would snap himself awake, looking at the clock to see just how much longer he had to stay awake.

 The minutes felt like hours; he wasn't sure if he would be able to survive until the morning.

 He wasn't sure when it happened, or even how, but somehow Tom fell asleep. "Why do you try and deny me Thomas? Why do you fight for control of your mind, when you know very well that I shall take over it soon enough? Just as I shall take over you." The voice whispered and Tom looked around the dark room for its owner. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" he called out, trying to hide the absolute fear he held.

 The voice laughed, a sick, twisted cackle. "Dear Thomas, you have nothing to worry about. I won't harm you." The voice soothed, and Tom felt a hand on his mouth. Lights slowly rise to reveal the owner of the hand, the same owner of the piercing green eyes. "Hello Thomas, it is wonderful to finally meet you." he sneered, and Tom's eyes grow wide with fear. "My name is Loki, the god of mischief, and well, you need not know more." He removed his hand from Tom's mouth, who stared in awe. "Loki.... But, you're-" "A myth? Dear Thomas, you mortals will believe anything won't you?" Loki laughed, and turned his back to Tom a moment, allowing him to look the god over in his Asgaridian attire. "I have been waiting for you to finally fall asleep, you are quite resilient." Loki muttered before turning back to his captive. "I like that." He smiled, and placed a hand behind Tom's head, tangling his fingers in the mortal's hair, who whimpered in fear.

 Loki hushed him, placing his lips to Tom's, tasting him with his tongue as he slides it over the mortal's lips, forcing them open and allowing him access to the unknown territory of Tom's mouth. The man moaned, and tried to press himself agaisnt the god, but found himself suddnely bound against a large bed. He looked around, trying to figure out where they are, but a hiss escaped Loki's teeth, and he found himself blindfolded.

 "Relax mortal, you need not know where we are." Loki whispered into Tom's ear, causing him to shake and whimper again. "Why are you doing this? Why did you choose me?" he asked, and Loki chuckled breathlessly as he snapped his fingers. A chill passed over Tom as he found himself lying naked. "What-" He tried to protest, but the god silenced him with another kiss. "Just relax Thomas, I shall get what I want from you. I shall make you mine." he soothed, and ran a hand up Tom's slender body, feeling him tremble beneath his touch. He placed his face close to Tom's skin, simply breathing on him, before kissing him lightly on the side, kissing his way up to the mortal's neck, biting him gently, before tracing his tongue over the place just nipped. He moved himself up to Tom's lips, kissing him again, nibbling gently on his lip, causing Tom's body to rise, as with his cock. Loki smirked as he backed off the man, kneeling between his spread legs, removed his clothing, and began to prepare himself.

 "I have waited a while for this day to come Thomas, I was growing tired of simply watching over you in your dreams." The god whispers, and crawls onto Tom. "I have waited for the day that I would be able to call you my own, the day I would no longer have to hide from you." He pressed himself inside, causing Tom to groan, and Loki watched as he strained against the handcuffs as he pulled himself in and out, moaning as he did, listening to Tom's noises as he begged for Loki to move faster, obviously enjoying himself. Loki was all to happy to oblige, as he released one of Tom's legs and pushed it back, pushing himself father into the mortal. The god moaned with pleasure, pushing himself deeper into the mortal, gripping the sheets to avoid breaking the man with his full force. Tom screamed beneath him, begging for Loki, moaning and groaning as Loki fucked him harder, slamming into him with a force that was just short of being painful, nails tearing the sheets as he released into Tom. He pulled out of him, breathless. He noticed that Tom is still hard, and smiles. "You need release mortal?" he whispered, his breathing returning to normal as he looked over the man. Tom nodded slowly, biting his lip from the pain, he needed to come. Loki chuckled, and took him into his hand. "You are mine Thomas, never forget that." he cooed as he began to stroke him, slowly at first, working his way from base to tip and back. He tightened and loosened his hand, watching as Tom's toes curl with every movement of the god's hand until he finally released, spilling onto Loki's hand, straining against the bonds that held him. The god laughed, and Tom felt Loki's lips on his, before the chains disappeared and his blindfold as well.

 He sat up, and looked around to find himself on the couch of his apartment, fully clothed, and body aching. He looked at the clock, eight am. He had fallen asleep, or at least it seemed that way, but that dream had seemed so real... He wasn't sure what to think. He sighed, and pushed himself off the couch, in need of a shower. He stripped of his clothing, and cast a glance at the mirror, noticing small bite marks along his neck. He gulped, and brushed it off. He must have gotten those someplace else, there was no way that his dream had been true. He turned on the shower, getting inside. He closed his eyes as the water flowed over him, drenching him. He thought he felt his heart stop as two arms wrapped themselves around him, pulling him against the body behind him. "Good morning, Thomas," Loki mutters, kissing Tom's neck. "Did you have a nice sleep?"