Loki's Pain

Chapter Twelve- The Lost

Trigger warning: Some rape sequences occur in this chapter as well. It isn't as graphic, but they exist. Be warned. My apologies for not adding this warning sooner.

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Broken and bloody, Loki was dragged along in Maw's wake until he had been handed off to another attendant with strict instructions. Soon, the thick and clunky chains he wore were removed, and smaller but stronger chains replaced them. Cuffs were placed on both wrists and ankles, and a collar soon ringed his neck. Each specially designed piece negated both physical as well as magical strength, leaving him as helpless as the average human.

Once those chains had been replaced he was dragged quickly into a bathing room and thoroughly scrubbed from head to toe. Not one inch was forgotten, not even his insides, which was a brand new humiliation of it's own he had not expected. Afterwards he was rubbed down with scented oils and his hair was brushed until it glistened under the dim bathhouse lights. The refreshing feeling of being clean for the first time in what felt like forever, left an oddly conflicted sensation twisting in his gut. He was grateful for the bath, but felt as if he shouldn't be. It was a basic human kindness to offer one, which he has been denied up until now. His filthy skin and greasy hair had been a torture all on its own.

From the bathhouse he was dragged towards a clinic, where the worst of his wounds were treated. This confused Loki even more, and he wondered why Thanos was bothering to patch him up only to leave him bruised and bleeding again later. He hadn't exactly been kind last time, after all.

Once that had been finished he was finally dragged into Thanos's quarters and chained to his bed. A new tag was added to his collar as well, and he felt like a pet that had just been adopted by a new owner. A small flare of indignation reared it's head, only for it to be stomped out almost immediately.

Thanos himself had entered the room. As observant as he was, he saw the look in Loki's eyes at the tag added to his collar. Thanos quickly shooed the attendants from the room and crouched down in front of the broken god.

"You think you are better than a dog?" He asked Loki, his voice calm, "You think you are not my pet?" Loki didn't answer, already regretting his reaction, expecting more pain due to his defiance. He found he couldn't hold Thanos' eyes, and looked away.

"See? You even react like a scared dog, so why would I treat you any different than one?" He pointed out, lifting Loki's face with a thick finger under his chin, before admiring the tag with a satisfied expression. After admiring his proof of ownership, he forced Loki to look him in the eye, and smiled as Loki trembled in his grip.

Soon enough Thanos had him on all fours in front of him, but unlike before, he wasn't taking pleasure of his own. He had attached chains to both his wrists and his ankles, then lifted him onto a padded table before chaining him into position.

Loki was confused, having expected pain and punishment, and he was soon surprised by gentle caresses instead. Thanos soothed him, and stroked him, coaxing his body into pleasure despite Loki's protests. Loki was terrified by these new sensations. He didn't want to enjoy this, but his body soon betrayed him over and over again.

In the end Thanos left him alone, curled into an exhausted ball, his body more satisfied than it had been in years. His muscles were limp and his mind whirled with both residual pleasure and disgust. He hated himself, and cursed himself for his new-found weakness. He had long since learned how to defend his mind from pain and torture, but he had no defence at all against this new situation he found himself in. He was terrified of how his body reacted, and worried he might lose himself completely this time around.

He was awoken the next day by more gentle caresses, and lips nibbling along his neck. His body responded automatically to the pleasant sensations, sending a bolt of terror thru his heart and making his eyes snap open to see purple skin hovering over him. He reacted instinctively and struck out against him, trying to shove Thanos off of him. He didn't want to lose himself any more, and he was terrified that even one more time would leave him helpless against the pleasure he felt.