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Kinktober Day Ten: Edge Play
🕑 Added 2017-10-13 06:45:17 +0000 UTC NOTE: Since 3 people voted, each one for a different pairing, I randomly generated a # in order to pick a winner! Thank for voting and once I catch up, I will post another pole!Tony - Loki (MCU)
Edgeplay / dark themes / branding / RACK
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With magic, there were always rules to be followed. Strange, chaotic, often making little sense, but rules none the less. The more he learned about the ethereal powers of the cosmos, the more he understood Loki's facination and obsession with them. That was not to say he understood Loki! Oh no. no he wasn't even gonna pretend to be that messed up in the head. But none the less, how could anyone deny a surreal desire to reach into the very stuff of ether and toy with it?
The green balefire coiled up from the brassier, snaking about Loki's fingers as the god played with it. Tony didn't know much about magic, so he couldn't hazard a guess as to whether the god was increasing the heat or lowering it. He watched with a kind of horrified fascination, hands shaking more than he wished to admit to.
He had agreed to this, perhaps a bit too quickly. Asgard, like magic, had rules, and mortal folk weren't exactly welcome there. At least not as though they were ordinary citizens. That would make it appear as though they were equal, a concept which these who called themselves gods could not understand. However as property, they were more than tolerated. However property could not simply be permitted to wander freely without some kind of mark to acknowledge that they did have an owner.
~For your own protection.~ Loki had assured him in a dark, purring voice. A handsome mortal like him, brilliant, a hero of Midgard... Every noble Aesir would thrill to steal him away. Unless of course Loki ensured that Tony had something which could not be hidden. Something to prove who he belonged to.
Willing he might be, but Tony know Loki did love his games. He had made a true scene from this claiming, taking great care to ensure the ropes both bound his Tony to the chair, and rested against his skin as though simply comforting his muscles so they would not strain themselves. He was completely trapped. Even straining only seemed to make the bonds tighten against his skin, increasing the feeling of raw anticipation and fear.
“I can sense it, you know.” Loki teased, pacing over to the bench and selecting from among the irons. “Your fear, your trepidation.” He picked up on, looking at the image on the end and shaking his head, putting it back down. He made sure Tony could see every move he made, drawing out the moment to it's fullest potential as he waded through the possibilities. He lifted another, frowned, and put it back in place. “It makes it all the more significant that you have not used your safeword, nor begged me to stop.” The god turned to gaze at him lovingly. “Of course it may be that you don't believe I'm really going to do it.” He picked up one and smiled fondly at the decoration, walking over towards his lover. “Let me put your fears to bed.”
Tony whined as the long fingers caressed down his scalp, scratching just enough to make him pant and groan for more.
“I am going to brand you, Anthony, with a mark that will not be confused for another. You will bare it the rest of your life. A mark of pride, of ownership, more significant than a wedding ring. And if any should dare try to harm you, it will be my wrath and ruin they face for such an insult.” Loki kissed him with raw hunger, his teeth baring down into Tony's lip. He groaned hungrily, tasting blood before he let go and leaving poor Tony to contend with the renewed hard on laying against his belly.
Tony's eyes followed his god as the end of the iron was stuck down into the green fire, Loki turning it this way and that. What could he say? He'd agreed to be marked, but frankly he'd thought like a tattoo or something! He didn't expect Loki to go this medieval with it! On one hand he got it. This was more personal, more intimate. This was him trusting Loki to do something permanent and quite brutal. Of course the god would love it. No one ever trusted him, especially not like this. So what could be a greater sacrifice, a bigger testament to their relationship than putting his safety in Loki's hands?
~Still would have preferred the tattoo.~ Tony groaned helplessly.
Loki lifted his fingers and the fire continued to grow. Soon enough the flames seemed to infect the metal with an unearthly glow, the heat rising from it and making the air itself waver in fright. Loki hummed in satisfaction and searched out a slim leather glove, lifting it by the handle and revealing the branding image at the opposite end.
His helmet. The horned helmet that was undoubtedly his signature on the field of battle. It shone out in stark contrast to the dim lighting in the rest of the room, and Loki's grin was the only thing brighter.
~Oh god...oh...ouh fuck!~ Tony began to breath faster, looking from the brand to Loki and back again.
“Yes. I know. I know dearest.” Loki cooed and stationed himself between the man's thigh, lovely thighs. “Now you relax for me. Shuuu. You're trembling.” Loki rubbed the inner thigh, massaging the tense muscles as Tony began to shake his head. “I know. It won't be so bad as all that.” Loki let the branding iron hover, as if he was having trouble deciding precisely where he wanted it. He treated this as though it were the most important decision, and for him perhaps it was. “Hold still. Thats a good pet. You know I shall care for you after. A moment of pain, only a brief moment in the lifetime we have ahead of us. Let it come Tony. Let it happen and I shall tend to your wound with such care.”
Tony watched, silent and shaking, as the heat of the metal began to grow closer to his skin. It hovered right above the muscle close to the crotch, Loki's aim steadying itself before the final press that would make this real.
Loki gave him a stunningly handsome grin. “Get ready.”
