You know Loki is in the room, though you can't see him through the blindfold covering your eyes. But even though the sound of leather and metal falling to the floor has ceased, you can still hear his steady, measured breathing.
"Loki?" you murmur softly, unsure of his reaction.
He doesn't answer, and without your sight, you cannot gauge his reaction – though you can practically hear the smirk playing across his lips because you hear him huff ever so slightly.
You wonder vaguely if you look as terrified as you feel. Surely he can see that you are biting the inside of your lips and trembling. You have every right to be scared, your hands secured tightly to the head of the bed, your ankles to the bed frame, lying a few mere feet from a very jealous God of Mischief.
After another few moments of tense silence, Loki finally speaks, his tone dark, "I have come to claim what is mine."
And you know precisely what he means. He had seen you earlier in the gardens arm-in-arm conversing with Thor – nothing more – but it seems as if Loki's jealousy has once again gotten the better of him. You have sworn yourself to Loki only, and he knows that fact. But, perhaps understandably, the god of lies is not apt to take everyone at their word.
You attempt to explain, "Loki, I–"
"Enough!" he shouts, his voice reverberating off the walls, your heart practically leaping out of your chest, "I want none of your excuses! I will silence you if I must."
You close your mouth immediately, knowing that your explanations will get you nowhere.
"You are sworn to me, and me alone. You had no business with Thor," he hisses, and you note more than a hint of the sting of betrayal in his tone. "I shall have you, as only I am allowed. But be warned," he cautions, "this is for my pleasure, not yours. It is but one of many punishments for your indiscretions."
You nod, understanding your duty, while swallowing hard against the knot in your throat. Though in truth, this will be pleasurable, whether Loki wishes it to be or not. You had secretly hoped to inspire a reaction from him when you had set out with Thor that evening, though you hadn't expected the reaction to be quite so severe.
The mattress dips suddenly as Loki's weight settles next to you, and you feel your muscles tense, simultaneously terrified and aroused by his close proximity.
"Do what you will," you acknowledge with as much deference as you can muster, hoping he doesn't notice the slight sarcastic edge to your comment.
"Oh, I intend to," he croons, his slender fingers tracing teasingly across your bare abdomen, his ice cold fingertips leaving you shivering beneath his gentle touch. Despite the chills, you arch your back, attempting to draw yourself closer to him. A slight whimper escapes your throat, and you hear him laugh deeply.
"No more of your senseless whining," he chastises, as you arch toward him once more, your breath caught in your chest. "I want you to pay close attention as I tease you and bring you close to release, for nothing more than my own amusement – but you will obey me, or I shall leave you here tonight, bound and blinded, unable to relive the ache between your legs."
You choke back a moan, biting your lip and exhaling slowly, focusing on the sensations of Loki's ministrations.
He continues to draw lazy circles around your abdomen with his fingertips, his hand migrating upwards tracing circles, alternating around each of your nipples, which are already pert and tender under the chill and excitement of the touch of Loki's hands.
His fingers trailing back down again to your stomach, he pauses to brush his fingertips lightly around your navel, and you can perfectly picture the satisfied grin crossing his face as you wriggle at the tickling sensation, your hips moving helplessly side to side, trying to escape his touch.
