"Darling, I love you dearly, but I distinctly remember falling asleep without any ropes. Why are there more ropes on me again?" Loki asked in his most overly mock pleasantly when he stirred a short while later. He was laying on the bed with his arms folded behind his back and tied there with rope. He struggled, but those ropes weren't going anywhere until you let him go.
"Because I love you," you replied easily, continuing to pet his hair in an attempt to keep him calm. Keeping a Loki calm wasn't always an easy thing. Especially when he was naked and tied up. He tended to get riled in such a state for some strange reason.
"Witchling, your logic astounds me at times, especially at times such as these," Loki replied dryly. He squirmed again, trying to get free to no avail.
"Fetterer, remember?" You asked him just as dryly. You were well practiced at making sure your Loki didn't go anywhere. No wonder Sigyn was known as the fetterer. The old myths just didn't happen to mention it was because Loki was a kinky little shit who was into BDSM. Strange how they left that part out...
At least Loki stopped squirming at that.
"Alright, witchling, you have my attention. What is this about?" Loki asked. He looked up at you, then, giving you his full attention. It didn't matter that he was completely naked, or bound, or hard, he would give you his full attention. In all sense of the word. "And are you going to let me go?"
You huffed "I might be tying you up more depending on how you answer," you informed him.
His eyes went wide "Now you definitely have my attention. What's this about, love?" Loki asked, finally getting serious.
You took a breath, gathering your thoughts. You should have summoned pants on Loki, him being naked wasn't helping your ability to think, but him being vulnerable in front of you would also make him be vulnerable when answering the question you had to ask him. It was a psychological thing. Plus he was hot as fuck to look at.
"It has to do with earlier," you started to explain. Loki waited patiently for you to find the words you needed to explain your concerns, to explain what conversations as big enough that you needed to restrain him to make him listen to you. "You still need reassurance that you're mine after all this time, after all we've been through together." It wasn't a question. You'd seen it yourself in Loki's eyes. That was how he'd gotten himself tied up last time. "Why?" You asked softly. Hadn't you done enough to prove to him that you were together through everything? That you'd always be together?
Loki squirmed again uncomfortably. "Even after all this time, I don't feel worthy of you, of any of this happiness," he finally admitted with a sigh. Even after all the good he'd done, all the work as a hero, he still saw himself as a villain. He still saw himself as the person who attacked New York, despite it not being his fault.
You leaned down and kissed him. "You deserve every happiness, my love," you told him firmly. "You're mine and will always be," you kissed him again. "And if I have to fuck the negative thoughts out of your head every day, I will,"
Loki opened his mouth to protest that he was worthy. You saw it in his eyes. So you shoved the cloth ball back into his mouth and proceeded to fuck the negative thoughts right out of his head again.
You had warned him exactly what you would do. It was his own fault that he hadn't listened.
It was only when he passed out again, sated, with no capacity for thoughts that you finally freed him and let him stay freed. You pet his hair while he rested under the blanket you covered the pair of you with and cuddled him close, showering him with love and care and cuddles.
