Under New Management // Thorki

4.

Days and nights seemed to drag on endlessly, without mercy and without care. Two days felt like two years to Loki. Two years living in tormented fear.

Loki wasn't allowed to leave Alfarinn's chambers under any circumstances. Guards ensured this to be so, no one in or out who wasn't the king himself.

Alfarinn would leave the raven most of the day to attend to whatever it was he did. Loki only ended up knowing bits and pieces of what went on in the day through the king's unbridled fury.

When the day would end, Alfarinn would return only to unleash such wrath upon the trickster through shouts and screams as well as using him as a living punching bag.

Loki sat by the window on night three since the dinner, his throat bruised and swollen followed by a brutal ache on his abused torso.

He couldn't speak, as it hurt to do so, but he watched the outside as the warmth of the last days of summer danced through the garden. It reminded him of his younger self, sitting beside his mother as she tended to the thriving colourful life.

Loki watched as the reddened sun began to fall over Asgard, covering the kingdom in a blanket of beautiful yet deadly darkness.

The raven's once shining eyes closed with a sigh as he heard the door open and slam almost simultaneously. Loki's gaze drifted to Alfarinn in distasteful disinterest. 

For several moments, the god watched as the king paced around, speaking quietly to himself without acknowledging the other.

"This kingdom is a disgrace. Your father's rule was pathetic! Asgard is nothing more than weak." He growled, turning his hateful silver eyes to the trickster.

Loki said nothing, as he learned there wasn't neither a point, or a profit from doing so. He merely raised his eyebrows to feign interest as though not to anger him further.

Alfarinn stormed over to the raven, raising his arm as Loki flinched, closing his eyes in order to brace himself for the blow that was inevitably coming.

But instead of feeling a throbbing pain, he felt Alfarinn's fingers brush against his cheek. Loki opened his eyes to see the other's silver scanning over his body as his fingers dragged down his jaw to his collarbone.

The trickster suddenly wished he had been struck, to the floor only to feel massive blows from a metal boot to his stomach. But it would seem luck was not on his side, as such events didn't occur. Strange, it would seem, to wish for such abuse. Though Loki knew, he would've wanted that over what was set in Alfarinn's mind.

The elder man smiled a sickening grin, his eyes flooded with unwavering anger, lust, and want as he gripped the younger's arm.

Loki pulled his arm away and shoved the silver haired king back, only to have his grin grow, and his eyes flash.

"Fight it all you want. It will make no difference. But I warn you, the more you fight now. The more painful I will make it later. You may be a prince... but you no longer have a choice, pet. You're mine. I'm king, and I've claimed you." He rasped lowly, his grip never leaving Loki's arm as the other went to his throat. The raven held eye contact as he sent the man stumbling backwards with a powerful kick.

Loki would not find himself submitting this night. Not willfully. Not a chance. Anger bubbled in his seemingly lifeless green orbs, as he forced himself to speak, "Bet."

Unfortunately, this actions only infuriated Alfarinn more, as his wrath pulsed through the ring on Loki's hand. What he didn't expect, was the crippling agony the erupted from it at the king's control.

The raven's eyes rolled back briefly as he grabbed at his hand, the pain clouding out the world around him. It felt as though his hand was burning, freezing, and being sliced with dull knives while being slammed with a mallet all at the same time.

It was some of the worst physical pain Loki had ever felt, he desperately clawed at the silver band, trying everything he could think of to remove it. Of course, nothing worked. His attempts were completely fruitless.

The trickster was so preoccupied with the pain, that he'd failed to notice Alfarinn had regained himself and now stood behind him.

The king threw Loki down on the red silked mattress, pinning his pale arms down as the pain finally began to cease. The god regained his focus as a new type of fear settled like a rock in his stomach. He was afraid like he never really had been before. Even in the dungeon. But there, he'd usually been knocked out, or too close to it to comprehend what was happening until the morning after. This, was all too different. It may not seem so to some, but it was to Loki, to Loki it was a whole universe of difference.

Alfarinn was quick to strip the god, staring down at his fearful expression with disgustingly prideful eyes as he forced his legs apart. The king unbuckled his own pants before licking his lips.

"Please..." Loki's throbbing throat begged, "Don't..." But his pleas went unacknowledged, or unnoticed as the king forced himself in Loki's entrance without a lube or anytime for the raven to adjust. A painful howl ripped through the trickster's throat as he felt his walls being ripped apart as Alfarinn began to slam into him repetitively.

Shining tears fell down Loki's pale cheeks as his whimpers and weak pleas blurred together with the king's moans.

"Fuck," he growled hoarsely, his hand gripped Loki's hips as he thrusted into  his ass, "You're beautiful."

His words only caused the raven to cry harder, "Stop... Please..." He whined, clawing at the hands that were surely bruising his hips.

Loki's mind blurred as blood mixed with pre-cum within him, the pain traveling from his ass to practically everywhere. He cried out as the man began to hit harder and deeper, only causing him more agony. Alfarinn but down on Loki's collarbone before he dragged his repulsing tongue up his throat to the tip of his jaw.

Suddenly, Alfarinn began thrusting in a sloppy speeded way, his nails digging into Loki's tender hips as he neared his climax. The trickster began to feel the world around him blur before becoming clearer and blurring again. Loki pleaded for the relief of unconsciousness as he felt hot ropes release in his asshole.

Once the king pulled put, seeming to rip out the last of Loki's remaining flesh when he did so, he finally got his wish as his world went black.