Silver Tongue

                                    

                                          

Two weeks and I honestly almost forgot Loki was there. He must have been behaving because I had not heard anyone talk about him since he got there.
I mindlessly flipped through channels in the living room. The rest of The Avengers, besides Tony and Steve, were not in the tower. They usually did their own things, no one knowing where they were unless they were needed. 
 My head turned to a knock on the wall.
Stood leaning against the doorframe was Steve, a smirk on his face. 
"You look bored," To prove his statement true, I stared back at him with bored, dull, eyes. "Want to annoy Loki?" My head perked up. Teasing the God we had locked up sounded like a fun past time.
"Lets go,"
We made our ways through the twists and turns of Stark Tower. No matter how long I had been there, I always got lost, so Steve lead the way. Another thing that was twisting and turning was my stomach. I was nervous to see Loki again, since our first encounter he basically eye fucked me the whole time. 
We made it to the door, Steve turning back to smile at me as he held the door handle. 
"Any plans?' He asked, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. From his look, he either had a plan, expected me to have one, or both. I hoped he had one, because I honestly couldn't see myself making fun of The God of Mischief. Tease him, maybe, if he would take it. 
"Alright, asshole, spill it. What are you going to do?" I leaned on the hallway wall, my arms crossed over my chest, an eyebrow raised. I honestly wondered what Captain fucking America would do to piss The God of Mischief off. 
"I was thinking we rub it in his face that Thor brought him into custody," Steve tapped his bottom lip with his pointer finger and looked at the ceiling in false thought. A smirk made its way on his lips as he looked at me for approval of his honestly shitty plan. 
"That's so lame," I snorted, holding my stomach softly to exaggerate how stupid it was. He pouted like a child who just got their toy taken away or told no, they could not pet that doggy.
"Okay, smarty-pants. What's your plan then?" I shook my head no, taking his hand off the knob of the door and going in myself, Steve following closely behind, trying to tug at my wrist to keep me from going further into the room. 
My eyes locked with Loki's as soon as I walked in. He was sitting in the chair, his feet propped up on a stack of books, reading. His eyes racked down my body before landing on my eyes, and I stopped myself from biting my lip under his gaze. There was something intense about it that sent a shiver down my spine, and a blush to spread across my cheeks. 
"You ass," Steve cursed me, glaring at our prisoner. Our prisoner. Sheesh. That thought made my body heat up further. 
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Loki closed his book carefully, stuffing a piece of paper into the pages. His moves looked so smooth and calculated. I felt that everything I did looked like I was fumbling and shaking, but his looked so controlled. He walked to as close to the glass as he could manage to give us his full attention.
I turned to my side, seeing Steve looking slightly nervous. He really did have no other plan, the idiot. So I stepped ahead. 
"Hello, Loki. Just wanted to drop by and familiarize ourselves. We are going to be living under the same roof from now on, after all," I smirked, my hands tucked neatly behind me as faux politeness. I could practically feel the weight that was lifted off of America's Ass's shoulders. 
Loki raised an eyebrow, a smile making its way on his face, I could see the mischievous glint in his eye as he sensed a worthy challenger, unlike the man who was previously cowering behind me.
"I suppose we should. You don't seem too insufferable, unlike red, white, and blue, here" Steve jumped forward, his mouth open, ready to defend himself, when I put my hand up in front of him to tell him to shut up. 
"Ditto. However, I suppose I misspoke when saying "Living". It's more like... Sharing... Forcibly," I almost saw hurt flash behind Loki's eyes, and felt guilt wash over me, so I saved myself. "However, I wish that you were my prisoner specifically. I bet I could set you straight," I let my eyes wander down his body, slowly. Surely slower than he had to me. When I met his eyes again, I saw something else in the look he gave me. I supposed he was somewhat fond of the flirting.
"If only they would give you the chance," The raven haired man clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes focusing on my own. I wished Steve was not there. I would say far more to our prisoner.
"How about you give me the experience of your master?... Would you kneel for me?" My eyes focused on Loki's every move, watching his back straighten as he stared at the intense look I gave him. His lips parted in a silent gasp, and unsureness of his next move.  Loki swiped his bottom lip with his tongue, his teeth flashing into a sheepish grin as I watched him slowly take a knee. 
I almost thought he wanted me to engrave the sight of him submitting to me deep in my mind. It surely would be. 
"Yes, master. I am at your bidding," His head bowed, and I took in a slow, careful, steady breath. That was enough. I had to cut our conversation a bit short. 
A toothy smile crept its way on my face. 
"Would you keep that attitude for our next meeting? I'd love to see The God of Mischief keep submitting to me so willingly," The smile on my face turned cocky at the awestruck look on his face, and I turned to walk out the door. Steve stood frozen in the middle of the room for a moment before following suit, shutting the door behind him. 
"What the hell was that? And they call him The Silver Tongue! He bowed to you!"