Klance stuff (one-shots)

Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12512324

Everything around Loki was so, so suppressing from the cell that stifled his magic to the hand that constricted around Loki's neck like a vise.

They were brothers, once.

"To keep yourself company," Thor had said, taking off the heavy weight of the muzzle with a click and tossing it to the side, reminiscent of the way he had thrown Loki onto the floor moments before. The skin was sore over his mouth, clammy where the muzzle had locked over his skin. "Now you can mutter lies to merely yourself."

"That's unwise," Loki sneered, and his voice sounded hoarse. He was sprawled on the sterile white ground, and the darkness of his clothes spilt around him like a dark halo; his eyes glittered as he stared up at Thor, who stared back with furrowed brows. His mouth felt awkward still from the muzzle's former presence, but it was all right enough that at Thor's departure, he was able to scream at him curses he had never uttered before -- but Thor didn't even stop to hear them, leaving the wall of the prison shimmering like citrine in his wake.

Those few moments had now become hours, and while the day turned into the black night, the prisons were still mockingly bright in their static glory.

It was then when Thor had finally returned. Loki heard the heavy thudding of the boots and the clinking of chains first, the chains' ugly noise sounding bright against the dull footfalls; both sounds grated against his ears though, making him shiver, the simmering rage in his blood turning into a boil.

The prison wall shimmered again, and the gold of it glowed on Thor's armor -- he was like a god before the crux of an action, hulking and tall and too still, his own tight anger coiled under his tanned skin.

When Thor returned from feasts, alcohol and exuberance would cling onto him like a second skin. It was different this time. Today he was all steely determination. Too controlled to be inebriated.

Loki slowly licked his curling lips, tense as a cord -- his brother was always so amazingly transparent, and Thor looked like he was going to spring.

Thor lunged.

It was in a whirl of red and gold, and the chains in his hands whipped after him like silver serpents, crying clink, clink, clink as they hit the ground.

"Even when I murder and wreak havoc, I'm still second on your mind," Loki snarled as he was grappled to the floor, teeth bared while he struggled against Thor's hold. "You throw me in the second you steal me back into this wretched realm and leave in the same heartbeat? You bastard," he said with a gasp when Thor shook Loki's body harshly against the ground.

The spell of the room didn't fully suppress his magic, and in his fury Loki let out a weak zap of his magic that made Thor recoil and Loki cackle, but his victory was short-lived -- it only served to make Thor even angrier, his grip tightening and making Loki groan, and suddenly maybe that wasn't such a good decision after all.

"I wanted you back," he said, and Loki merely sneered. "I had given you chance after chance. Is it the chances you want? Will you never be satisfied?" The chains Thor had brought slunk around where their bodies were entangled like rope, and Thor took one of them with one of his arms still caging Loki's neck against the ground. "You shall have my attention, if that's what you want. By the time I leave this cell, you will be wrapped in chains and await for your trial."

Loki gave another sneer, sardonic but strained. "You speak of this while -- "

"And you will beg me for them."

Before Loki could make another sound,the unmistakable sound of tearing fabric pierced the air and then the sensitive skin of his thighs were cold, his most intimate parts exposed. Panic rang in his ears, and he kicked out with angry shouts, but then Thor had his legs trapped under his own and Loki's throat pinned with a bulky arm.