Wanting Back (A Loki one-shot)

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 Warning: Story does contain non-sexual spanking of an adult. Don't like. Don't read.

A/N: I didn’t think there seemed so much tension between Thor and Loki. And where was Thor at Loki’s trial? I also once read a comment that Loki didn’t need a hug, he needed a spanking. I agreed whole-heartedly with the last part. But why can’t he have both a spanking and a hug? I blame this story on too many Loki feels since finally seeing The Dark World. Loki may be OC, but let’s face it: Who knows what Loki might or might not do? Enjoy dear readers!

 

   As soon as Thor twisted the cap of the device holding the Tesseract, he and his brother were immediately transported back to Asgard.

    The Rainbow Bridge was under repairs and Heimdall’s new observatory was close to being completed. The Watchman observed, his face unreadable, as Loki was drug along behind his brother. Thor nodded a greeting to the Gatekeeper, but Loki simply glared.

    As they continued down the Rainbow Bridge Loki gave his brother a questioning look, and wondered if they were going to be walking the entire distance back to the palace. But Thor answered his question a moment later when he twirled his hammer, grabbed his brother by the strap of his armor and shot into the air.

     Loki couldn’t decide if this was more humiliating than being paraded through the streets or not. It was certainly humiliating, if anyone saw, which they most likely did. But he couldn’t see anyone’s faces in the streets below, nor hear their jibes so he wondered if Thor hadn’t picked the more merciful way to bring him to Odin.

    They touched down on a familiar balcony, and Loki gave Thor a puzzled look. Thor barely glanced at him as he answered. “Have no fears, brother. We will arrive in time for your appointment with our father.”

    Loki tried to snarl but it only caused the muzzle to dig further into his face so he settled for a glare. Thor pulled his brother into his chambers and shut the door to the balcony behind him, pushing Loki forward.

    Loki stumbled in and then turned back to look at Thor, still quite puzzled, but when Thor turned he saw a glint in his eyes that he had not seen for a long time.

    Loki immediately began trying to protest as his brother advanced on him. He moved backwards behind a chair, gesturing with his hands, trying to convey the words of placation with mere gestures.

    Thor advanced on his brother, snatching him up. Loki went into a frenzied panic dreading what he knew was to come more than anything Odin would come up with for him.

    “Loki!” Thor commanded. “Be still.” He undid the chains on Loki’s hands, though his brother barely seemed to notice in his panic. But when he moved his hands upwards to Loki’s head, Loki jerked away. Thor growled. “Very well. You can keep the muzzle on for a while longer.”

    Loki’s shoulders slumped a bit knowing he had just lost a window of opportunity to get this cursed device off his face, but he feigned indifference toward it.

    Thor sat on the nearest chair, pulling his brother over his lap and closing his brother’s flailing legs between his own. Loki gripped Thor’s calf and began trying to plead through his muzzle.

    “You have warranted this Loki. Is attention not what you seek, brother?”

    Loki let out a muffled cry of protest, shaking his head vigorously.