"You actually made it a fair distance this time. Well done."

Loki hums as he sits on his stolen throne with you between his knees on the floor with your back to him. His long, slender fingers rake through your hair, slowly untangling any knots he comes across. "And you didn't even get caught for two whole weeks. You paid attention to me." His smooth and honeyed voice is low, almost a whisper.

His fingers get caught on a particularly big knot and he yanks your head to the side painfully. Instead of apologising, he tuts. "Oh, you really need to take better care of my property... You're all messy..."

He's not wrong. You're covered in blood and bruises and you can't stop sobbing. You tried so hard to escape Loki and thought you'd finally done it.

But Loki is the prince of Asgard, he has an entire army at his disposal and an obsession with you that goes beyond an unhealthy level. It feels as though there's no escaping him.

"Sweetheart... You know I don't like punishing you," a lie. But what do you expect from the God of Mischief? "But you can't just keep running away from me." Loki's words are punctuated with harsh tugs at your hair, each tug ripping strands out. "Although, I suppose... Since you clearly did listen to me and take notes, perhaps I could be lenient... Or perhaps not."

With a sudden wave of his hand, glowing, smoky green chains materialise around your wrists and yank you up to your feet painfully as Loki slowly stands up, waving a finger and causing the chains to drag you a few feet away so he can circle you like a wolf circling prey.

"I am your King," Loki's eyes narrow. "And if you don't watch yourself, I'll slit your throat like the pathetic animal you are." He hisses, and it's not a lie. He takes great pleasure in telling you stories about the other ones he's had that he got bored of and murdered.

"My fondness for you is waning thin, little minx." He hisses, pulling an ornate dagger out of nowhere and using it to lift your chin up to look into his cold green eyes.