Loki's Reformation
Chapter 8: Paying the Piper
Finally arriving at his bed chambers, Loki didn't even pause to remove his boots. He simply tossed up the blankets and dove face first onto the bed as the blankets fell back down, covering him. He was sobbing as soon as his face made contact with his pillow, and he clutched and kneaded it with desperate ferocity. Losing the match wasn't what fully mattered to him. He had expected that as soon as he'd been commanded to pick up his sword. Instead, it was the sense of loss he felt after finally having won friendship. Never had he felt a sting as cold as this, and he was ill prepared for it. 'They wouldn't even listen to me – and after all this time of camaraderie.' It left him feeling betrayed that he could be written off so readily after he had tried so hard. It was as if it had meant nothing to anyone.
After many hours of much crying and brooding, Loki sat up and looked about with swollen eyes. 'What is the point? If after such effort I am brought back to this place for one mistake?' On some level he suspected that the assumption was that he feigned the friendship – and, he had certainly lied to himself in the beginning, telling himself that this was the case – but it was not true. He had been sincere. Even with Volstagg. Although the stupid buffoon still annoyed him terribly, he couldn't help but feel a warm kinship towards someone who'd worked so hard to help him.
Dismissing that reasoning, Loki decided he had been terribly mistreated and that he would continue to be mistreated. The decision made, he jumped up and set about packing his things, intent on leaving Asgard for good. Once packed, however, the snap decision seemed foolish. He didn't want to leave his home – and just how would he manage to sneak past Heimdall? Looking at the bags that now needed unpacking, Loki realized just how exhausted he really was. 'Certainly the cause behind my faulty reasoning,' he thought, scrubbing a hand through his messy hair as he sat on his bed, a little embarrassed with himself. Flinging himself backwards, he laid looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what he had almost done. Before he knew it, he'd fallen fast asleep.
The night was similar to most Asgardian nights where drunken carousing, fighting, and boisterous carrying on filled the city. Odin had meant to forget himself in the mead, but Loki's behavior and dealing with him weighed on his mind. He would wait till morning more for Loki's sake than his own, and so, the all father retired early that night to have a fresh perspective by the dawn.
Morning came and went as Odin set himself to task on all duties befalling a king of Asgard. By mid day, Odin was finishing his plate of food contemplating what he must do. Sighing, the all father pushed himself from the table. He had delayed the coming confrontation long enough; it was time. With a determined stride, Odin headed down the great hall towards Loki's quarters.
Loki awoke with a start, his mind instantly where it had been when he had fallen asleep while also registering the afternoon sun. Falling out of bed in his haste, he ignored his growling stomach and proceeded to unpack his bags as fast as his hands could move, knowing Odin could appear at any time. The task complete, he sighed in relief that he would at least escape any retribution for what he had nearly done.
Sitting back on the bed to think over his new found luck, and to keep his mind off of what was coming, he noticed he still wore both clothes and boots from the day before and that his bedding was coated with dirt. Looking across to his mirror as he wrinkled his nose in dismay, he jumped at how disheveled he appeared: his clothes were dirty, had grass embedded in them and were wrinkled, his hair went every which way and his face still sported dried tears and swollen eyes. He again got up and began walking to the mirror to clean himself up.
Odin rapped on the thick oaken door receiving no reply; he opened the door looking around at the empty room as there was no Loki in sight. Immediate irritation swept through him as the first thought that Loki had tried to escape his fate crossed Odin's mind. He visibly relaxed when these thoughts were put to rest by hearing the sounds of splashing water coming from the room's private bath house. The servants were good to keep the fires stoked and a fresh supply of water handy for the royal family. Odin decided that would do well for his son as Loki would not be leaving the confines of the castle for some time. He did not need to banish Loki, but he did promise further restriction if his son had tested his patience, and tested his patience he had!
Not wishing to interrupt Loki's grooming, Odin lumbered over to the bed settling atop the mattress to sit and wait. Odin's eyes began to wander about the room, and he frowned noting that Loki's bed sheets were smeared with dirt having been pulled off and tossed into a crumpled mass on the floor leaving one bare under-sheet on the straw and horse-haired mattress. A messy trail of dirt led to the full length mirror where the clothes worn the previous day were carelessly tossed half in and half out of a basket set for the servants to take away and wash. Odin considered the fact that Loki would have idle hands being restricted to the castle, and by his disregard for the servants, Loki would do well to help the servants as part of his punishment and to keep him busy to prevent himself finding further trouble.
The sounds of Loki's feet slapping on the marble floor was audible throughout the chamber, and Odin straightened awaiting his son's presence.
Newly clean and still damp, Loki ran both hands over his face and through his wet hair as he returned from his bath house. Seeing his father sitting upon his bed stopped him in his tracks, and he edged backwards towards the wall, eyes going unbelievably wide as they flitted nervously from Odin to the wardrobe and back to Odin again.
Odin's features were stern as he commanded, "You can dress later for ye will have no need for covering at the moment. Now come," Odin slapped the right side of the bed, "We have much to discuss you and I; and I fear it will be a most unpleasant conversation after what ye concocted the other day."
"This is not fair," Loki said, stamping his foot to drive the point home. "Please - at least try to be reasonable. C-can't you see my side of things? What about my hard work – does it mean nothing?" He put his hands on his hips and stared incredulously at Odin, tears threatening his eyes as the definitiveness of the situation struck him.
Odin's eyebrow raised in annoyance at Loki's theatrics, "Fair? Do ye really wish to push the subject of fairness when you entered the tournament under false pretenses knowing that magic is off limits and considered cheating? Shall I even go so far as to say your intent was out of malice to humiliate your fellow Asgardian through your cheating? Would ye disagree with what I have said thus far?"
"Absolutely! I disagree wholeheartedly! My intent was merely to win," Loki said, folding his arms, "to finally show my worth and quiet the tongue of Lady Sif." He glared out from under his messy bangs, hip jutted to one side. "I did not use magic. I used cunning – which is allowed."
Odin bristled at his son's blatant attempt to escape blame as he growled in agitation, "Cunning is allowed this is true. Falsifying a win through help of another is not. Yet another rule ye broke. I suppose I must add that to the list of what ye will be getting disciplined for? Would you care to continue, or would you prefer to keep bantering of misdeeds that are affectively only adding to your forthwith coming punishment?"
Loki's eyes went wider. "I... No! I didn't falsify – I merely... I merely suggested an option to that witch – nothing more. It was her decision, not mine! I even suggested the outcome of my losing, which certainly held temptation for her." He argued, gaining momentum in his reasoning. "I practiced hard, prepared honorably, with Balder and Volstagg, I did nothing wrong – why can't you see that?"
"Your intent was not honorable; ye never meant to enter the contest under the true conditions set. If ye had, we would not be here having this discussion. Now then, I grow weary of this idle prattle. It serves to only anger me further as ye will not evade a spanking this day Loki. I must admit it saddens me that you could not even make it a full moon's time without having need to be placed across my knee again." Odin shook his head in frustration as he continued, "Loki, I suggest you stop arguing with me and face your punishment, mayhap even learn from it as the longer you take, the longer I will take."
Loki's head dropped as he listened, the tears finally spilling down his face, he couldn't deny the truth behind Odin's words any longer. He really didn't want a spanking, but he knew there was nothing else he could say - certainly didn't want to make what he had coming any worse. Wanting to at least attempt to repair the new found relationship he'd worked towards with his father, Loki said as he walked to him, "It saddens me as well. ...I did doubt myself. Does that lessen your disappointment in me?" He stopped in front of Odin and looked into his face, hoping to see that this admission mattered in his father's opinion of him.
Odin's brow did soften as he let out a sigh, "Loki, I am disappointed, but it does please me to see that you recognize fault in your actions. It also reaffirms to me how you are indeed in much need of this coming discipline. Now come, let us get past this," Odin grabbed Loki's thin wrist in a mighty paw giving it a gentle tug to pull the Trickster over his knee before grabbing Loki about the waist and shifting his form to lay the upper half of his body onto his bed while his bottom laid neatly across his left knee. With a simple flick of his wrist, Odin tore the towel from Loki's waist leaving him bared for his punishment.
Loki mewed as he was tugged over Odin's lap, his heart rate doubling as he felt himself adjusted. He was certain his heart missed three full beats when the towel was pulled away, solidifying in his mind that this punishment was thoroughly evil and dangerous. "Perhaps we could forgo this? I can honestly say that disappointing everyone was sufficient punishment enough," Loki said in a rush, eyeing Odin warily over his shoulder.
Odin paid Loki no heed raising his calloused hand and bringing it down sharply in quick succession. He had made a mild impact the last time Loki had been in this position, this time Odin planned to be sure his point was made!
"Yeeooow owowow!" Loki screeched – surprised by the severe start - as he tried to pull himself forward, wanting to slink away from the pain. But Odin's hold was true, there was nowhere to go. "No, no, no, please," he sobbed as he looked up at Odin, "not so hard! Not so hard!"
Odin's steely hand did not slacken as he turned to glare at his errant son, "Loki, this is punishment, and I would see you learn well from this. I fear last time I did not leave quite the impression I wished, and I plan to rectify that effort for thee tenfold!"
"But you did! You did – I just made a mistake," Loki howled. "I didn't mean to! I didn't think OW!" He was already crying, and couldn't fathom how he could possibly get through such a harsh punishment. The thought just made him cry harder. "Pleeaasse – I am sorry!
"Sorry my son? No, you are not, but ye will soon be!" Odin enunciated his words with particularly well aimed swats to the under-curve of Loki's ever growing tender bottom. "You have done nothing but try to justify your recent misdeeds, and now that ye are being taken to task, you want to plea for me to stay thine hand for a mere uttered act of contrition? No Loki. You will learn; what I say, I mean, and when I told thee I would not waver on keeping you in line, I wouldst be true in mine words as your father. You will see punishment this day, and when I am through, ye will do well to remember its sting for more than just today!"
Loki screeched and squealed as his father worked over the under curves of his bottom, trying desperately to twist away. "OW! I didn't know how to stop! Please! OWOWOW! I didn't mean to do it – please!" He was certain that this spanking was already nearing the last, and he was also certain that Odin was just getting started. It was all so unfair! How could he be held responsible for misdeeds that he had deceived himself into acting upon?
Odin sighed heavily picking up the tempo as his hand became a blur of sound and fury on Loki's backside, "Ye play that tired old song still Loki! When will ye learn that you are accountable for thy actions? Even now the only words you let slip off your tongue are lies! If you had not meant it to happen, then ye would never have sought out the assistance of Amora. Do ye think I'm daft?" This was more a statement than a question, but Odin left the question hanging in the air nonetheless as he fell into silence concentrating on working a fresh layer of crimson over Loki's clenching rear.
Loki began kicking desperately, trying to cool some of the heat. In between sobs he managed, "...Not lying!" He twisted his hands in the remaining undersheet on the bed. Soon he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands in front.
Odin took pause a moment as he regarded Loki before continuing more evenly set in a slow paced mantra to let Loki hear his words fitfully as he spoke, "Loki, ye may not have realized the full compass of your actions, but ye cannot have me believe ye did not see some form of treachery befalling Sif by the course ye took and the means ye went to getting Amora involved?" He wanted Loki to recognize and accept his hand in his own dirty work.
"I...I...suspected – OW - but, I wasn't sure...wasn't certain. OW! Please! Not even I am safe from my own deceptions! OW! ...I didn't know how to stop it!" Loki couldn't believe he had said that, but if it stayed Odin's hand he truly didn't care. All that was important at the moment was to bring his agony to a quick end.
If it was a reprieve Loki sought, he would be well disappointed as his admission did not still Odin's palm but rather seemed to spur him on to hit a little harder and more swiftly as he responded, "I would suggest ye learn Loki, or expect to be spending much time over my knee! I will not tolerate such excuses from you. Ye are no imbecile and in fact one of the brightest minds in all of Asgard. I do not need tell you this. You see Loki, whereas you are quite intelligent and clever, ye are left deficient in wisdom. We all have choices; you choose the path you walk with every decision you make. This is not beyond you to comprehend. I should have made a clearer path for you to follow as I will see to rectify through stern discipline now and in yon future should ye need it."
Loki hollered a crestfallen "NOOO!" in response, and threw back a hand to cover his aching bottom. "I cannot take such abuse!" He had to try anything to at least bring a pause to his torment.
Just as quickly as Loki's hand jutted out to cover the barrage of swats being delivered to his burning rear, Odin's hand that had been wrapped around Loki's waist snaked up to grab it tucking it into Loki's side so that Odin now held both his wrist and his waist in the same hand. Odin then adjusted the squirming Loki further up onto his knee to better secure his hold of his son and subsequently adjusting Loki's ass where the more tender area of the cleft of his bottom became the main target of Odin's heavy hand. Once Loki had been modified to Odin's content, Odin responded to Loki's outburst, "Ye can and ye will Loki. This is not abuse; it's discipline! Surely if you can bear the bite of Thor's mighty hammer, ye can bear the sting of my palm." With that said, Odin began his assault anew peppering Loki's already very red ass with a renewed enthusiasm.
A pitiful wail escaped Loki's lips at the fresh onslaught of smacks, and he could not stop himself from openly sobbing. "...SO much worse," Loki whined pitifully between sobs. With his free hand, he dragged his rumpled pillow to him and buried his face in its softness, trying to muffle his sobs and wails.
Odin frowned hating to cause his son such distress, but he knew it was necessary for Loki's further development away from what Odin had allowed him to become. A pang of guilt slowed his hand as Odin once more felt at fault for Loki's behavior. Deep down he was aware that it was still Loki's choice to behave as he had, and for that reason, Odin did not stop completely and stayed stalwart in his delivery of spanks to Loki's now well welted ass. "Perhaps Loki, this lesson will leave you with more than a moment's hesitation the next time ye consider another act of treachery. As ye seem unable to learn well enough from our last discussion, I did foretell to thee further restrictions would be brought into place. For the next two full moons, ye are to remain in the main castle. And I will not have you brooding your days away awaiting your sentence to be lifted; ye will attend the servant's sides in their work. Do not let me hear of you disrespecting them either, I wouldst be swift to correct thee. Knowing thy pompous attitude, I am doing ye the favor of warning you before you have the opportunity to cause yourself more trouble." At the end of his announcement Odin did stop spanking as he leaned closer to Loki's sobbing form to ask plainly, "Have I made myself clear? Or do we need to continue?"
Loki knew this wasn't the time to argue that disgusting sentence that Odin had laid upon him. In a small voice he responded, "Very clear, father." He waited, pouting into his pillow, hoping to be let up to safety.
Seemingly satisfied with Loki's subdued answer, Odin nodded once and replied, "You will spend the remainder of thy night here in your bed chambers to think over what brought thee to this moment now. I personally will bring ye something to eat before dusk, so that we may talk again." Odin then lifted Loki off of his lap and further on to the bed, "I will send a servant up with fresh bed sheets, so ye may wish to dress lest ye be seen in such a state."
Loki brought his feet up to cover his backside as he lay on his stomach, looking up at Odin. Tears still spilled out of his eyes, even through the scowl that now worked its way onto his face. After a moment he simply nodded, not willing to speak.
Odin stood regarding his son with a small frown. Loki looked quite contrite now, and this was a good thing if the trickster were to ever learn from his punishment. "I am not sorry that I spanked you Loki, but I am sorry that I had to inflict pain on you to get through to you that your actions have consequences. Hopefully the coming days will serve as a reminder that I am ever serious in my promise to help ye walk a more noble path by your own hand or with the help of my more severe and firm one." Having nothing more to say, Odin turned to leave Loki with this warning to mull over until he next returned.
Chapter 8: Paying the Piper
Finally arriving at his bed chambers, Loki didn't even pause to remove his boots. He simply tossed up the blankets and dove face first onto the bed as the blankets fell back down, covering him. He was sobbing as soon as his face made contact with his pillow, and he clutched and kneaded it with desperate ferocity. Losing the match wasn't what fully mattered to him. He had expected that as soon as he'd been commanded to pick up his sword. Instead, it was the sense of loss he felt after finally having won friendship. Never had he felt a sting as cold as this, and he was ill prepared for it. 'They wouldn't even listen to me – and after all this time of camaraderie.' It left him feeling betrayed that he could be written off so readily after he had tried so hard. It was as if it had meant nothing to anyone.
After many hours of much crying and brooding, Loki sat up and looked about with swollen eyes. 'What is the point? If after such effort I am brought back to this place for one mistake?' On some level he suspected that the assumption was that he feigned the friendship – and, he had certainly lied to himself in the beginning, telling himself that this was the case – but it was not true. He had been sincere. Even with Volstagg. Although the stupid buffoon still annoyed him terribly, he couldn't help but feel a warm kinship towards someone who'd worked so hard to help him.
Dismissing that reasoning, Loki decided he had been terribly mistreated and that he would continue to be mistreated. The decision made, he jumped up and set about packing his things, intent on leaving Asgard for good. Once packed, however, the snap decision seemed foolish. He didn't want to leave his home – and just how would he manage to sneak past Heimdall? Looking at the bags that now needed unpacking, Loki realized just how exhausted he really was. 'Certainly the cause behind my faulty reasoning,' he thought, scrubbing a hand through his messy hair as he sat on his bed, a little embarrassed with himself. Flinging himself backwards, he laid looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what he had almost done. Before he knew it, he'd fallen fast asleep.
The night was similar to most Asgardian nights where drunken carousing, fighting, and boisterous carrying on filled the city. Odin had meant to forget himself in the mead, but Loki's behavior and dealing with him weighed on his mind. He would wait till morning more for Loki's sake than his own, and so, the all father retired early that night to have a fresh perspective by the dawn.
Morning came and went as Odin set himself to task on all duties befalling a king of Asgard. By mid day, Odin was finishing his plate of food contemplating what he must do. Sighing, the all father pushed himself from the table. He had delayed the coming confrontation long enough; it was time. With a determined stride, Odin headed down the great hall towards Loki's quarters.
Loki awoke with a start, his mind instantly where it had been when he had fallen asleep while also registering the afternoon sun. Falling out of bed in his haste, he ignored his growling stomach and proceeded to unpack his bags as fast as his hands could move, knowing Odin could appear at any time. The task complete, he sighed in relief that he would at least escape any retribution for what he had nearly done.
Sitting back on the bed to think over his new found luck, and to keep his mind off of what was coming, he noticed he still wore both clothes and boots from the day before and that his bedding was coated with dirt. Looking across to his mirror as he wrinkled his nose in dismay, he jumped at how disheveled he appeared: his clothes were dirty, had grass embedded in them and were wrinkled, his hair went every which way and his face still sported dried tears and swollen eyes. He again got up and began walking to the mirror to clean himself up.
Odin rapped on the thick oaken door receiving no reply; he opened the door looking around at the empty room as there was no Loki in sight. Immediate irritation swept through him as the first thought that Loki had tried to escape his fate crossed Odin's mind. He visibly relaxed when these thoughts were put to rest by hearing the sounds of splashing water coming from the room's private bath house. The servants were good to keep the fires stoked and a fresh supply of water handy for the royal family. Odin decided that would do well for his son as Loki would not be leaving the confines of the castle for some time. He did not need to banish Loki, but he did promise further restriction if his son had tested his patience, and tested his patience he had!
Not wishing to interrupt Loki's grooming, Odin lumbered over to the bed settling atop the mattress to sit and wait. Odin's eyes began to wander about the room, and he frowned noting that Loki's bed sheets were smeared with dirt having been pulled off and tossed into a crumpled mass on the floor leaving one bare under-sheet on the straw and horse-haired mattress. A messy trail of dirt led to the full length mirror where the clothes worn the previous day were carelessly tossed half in and half out of a basket set for the servants to take away and wash. Odin considered the fact that Loki would have idle hands being restricted to the castle, and by his disregard for the servants, Loki would do well to help the servants as part of his punishment and to keep him busy to prevent himself finding further trouble.
The sounds of Loki's feet slapping on the marble floor was audible throughout the chamber, and Odin straightened awaiting his son's presence.
Newly clean and still damp, Loki ran both hands over his face and through his wet hair as he returned from his bath house. Seeing his father sitting upon his bed stopped him in his tracks, and he edged backwards towards the wall, eyes going unbelievably wide as they flitted nervously from Odin to the wardrobe and back to Odin again.
Odin's features were stern as he commanded, "You can dress later for ye will have no need for covering at the moment. Now come," Odin slapped the right side of the bed, "We have much to discuss you and I; and I fear it will be a most unpleasant conversation after what ye concocted the other day."
"This is not fair," Loki said, stamping his foot to drive the point home. "Please - at least try to be reasonable. C-can't you see my side of things? What about my hard work – does it mean nothing?" He put his hands on his hips and stared incredulously at Odin, tears threatening his eyes as the definitiveness of the situation struck him.
Odin's eyebrow raised in annoyance at Loki's theatrics, "Fair? Do ye really wish to push the subject of fairness when you entered the tournament under false pretenses knowing that magic is off limits and considered cheating? Shall I even go so far as to say your intent was out of malice to humiliate your fellow Asgardian through your cheating? Would ye disagree with what I have said thus far?"
"Absolutely! I disagree wholeheartedly! My intent was merely to win," Loki said, folding his arms, "to finally show my worth and quiet the tongue of Lady Sif." He glared out from under his messy bangs, hip jutted to one side. "I did not use magic. I used cunning – which is allowed."
Odin bristled at his son's blatant attempt to escape blame as he growled in agitation, "Cunning is allowed this is true. Falsifying a win through help of another is not. Yet another rule ye broke. I suppose I must add that to the list of what ye will be getting disciplined for? Would you care to continue, or would you prefer to keep bantering of misdeeds that are affectively only adding to your forthwith coming punishment?"
Loki's eyes went wider. "I... No! I didn't falsify – I merely... I merely suggested an option to that witch – nothing more. It was her decision, not mine! I even suggested the outcome of my losing, which certainly held temptation for her." He argued, gaining momentum in his reasoning. "I practiced hard, prepared honorably, with Balder and Volstagg, I did nothing wrong – why can't you see that?"
"Your intent was not honorable; ye never meant to enter the contest under the true conditions set. If ye had, we would not be here having this discussion. Now then, I grow weary of this idle prattle. It serves to only anger me further as ye will not evade a spanking this day Loki. I must admit it saddens me that you could not even make it a full moon's time without having need to be placed across my knee again." Odin shook his head in frustration as he continued, "Loki, I suggest you stop arguing with me and face your punishment, mayhap even learn from it as the longer you take, the longer I will take."
Loki's head dropped as he listened, the tears finally spilling down his face, he couldn't deny the truth behind Odin's words any longer. He really didn't want a spanking, but he knew there was nothing else he could say - certainly didn't want to make what he had coming any worse. Wanting to at least attempt to repair the new found relationship he'd worked towards with his father, Loki said as he walked to him, "It saddens me as well. ...I did doubt myself. Does that lessen your disappointment in me?" He stopped in front of Odin and looked into his face, hoping to see that this admission mattered in his father's opinion of him.
Odin's brow did soften as he let out a sigh, "Loki, I am disappointed, but it does please me to see that you recognize fault in your actions. It also reaffirms to me how you are indeed in much need of this coming discipline. Now come, let us get past this," Odin grabbed Loki's thin wrist in a mighty paw giving it a gentle tug to pull the Trickster over his knee before grabbing Loki about the waist and shifting his form to lay the upper half of his body onto his bed while his bottom laid neatly across his left knee. With a simple flick of his wrist, Odin tore the towel from Loki's waist leaving him bared for his punishment.
Loki mewed as he was tugged over Odin's lap, his heart rate doubling as he felt himself adjusted. He was certain his heart missed three full beats when the towel was pulled away, solidifying in his mind that this punishment was thoroughly evil and dangerous. "Perhaps we could forgo this? I can honestly say that disappointing everyone was sufficient punishment enough," Loki said in a rush, eyeing Odin warily over his shoulder.
Odin paid Loki no heed raising his calloused hand and bringing it down sharply in quick succession. He had made a mild impact the last time Loki had been in this position, this time Odin planned to be sure his point was made!
"Yeeooow owowow!" Loki screeched – surprised by the severe start - as he tried to pull himself forward, wanting to slink away from the pain. But Odin's hold was true, there was nowhere to go. "No, no, no, please," he sobbed as he looked up at Odin, "not so hard! Not so hard!"
Odin's steely hand did not slacken as he turned to glare at his errant son, "Loki, this is punishment, and I would see you learn well from this. I fear last time I did not leave quite the impression I wished, and I plan to rectify that effort for thee tenfold!"
"But you did! You did – I just made a mistake," Loki howled. "I didn't mean to! I didn't think OW!" He was already crying, and couldn't fathom how he could possibly get through such a harsh punishment. The thought just made him cry harder. "Pleeaasse – I am sorry!
"Sorry my son? No, you are not, but ye will soon be!" Odin enunciated his words with particularly well aimed swats to the under-curve of Loki's ever growing tender bottom. "You have done nothing but try to justify your recent misdeeds, and now that ye are being taken to task, you want to plea for me to stay thine hand for a mere uttered act of contrition? No Loki. You will learn; what I say, I mean, and when I told thee I would not waver on keeping you in line, I wouldst be true in mine words as your father. You will see punishment this day, and when I am through, ye will do well to remember its sting for more than just today!"
Loki screeched and squealed as his father worked over the under curves of his bottom, trying desperately to twist away. "OW! I didn't know how to stop! Please! OWOWOW! I didn't mean to do it – please!" He was certain that this spanking was already nearing the last, and he was also certain that Odin was just getting started. It was all so unfair! How could he be held responsible for misdeeds that he had deceived himself into acting upon?
Odin sighed heavily picking up the tempo as his hand became a blur of sound and fury on Loki's backside, "Ye play that tired old song still Loki! When will ye learn that you are accountable for thy actions? Even now the only words you let slip off your tongue are lies! If you had not meant it to happen, then ye would never have sought out the assistance of Amora. Do ye think I'm daft?" This was more a statement than a question, but Odin left the question hanging in the air nonetheless as he fell into silence concentrating on working a fresh layer of crimson over Loki's clenching rear.
Loki began kicking desperately, trying to cool some of the heat. In between sobs he managed, "...Not lying!" He twisted his hands in the remaining undersheet on the bed. Soon he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands in front.
Odin took pause a moment as he regarded Loki before continuing more evenly set in a slow paced mantra to let Loki hear his words fitfully as he spoke, "Loki, ye may not have realized the full compass of your actions, but ye cannot have me believe ye did not see some form of treachery befalling Sif by the course ye took and the means ye went to getting Amora involved?" He wanted Loki to recognize and accept his hand in his own dirty work.
"I...I...suspected – OW - but, I wasn't sure...wasn't certain. OW! Please! Not even I am safe from my own deceptions! OW! ...I didn't know how to stop it!" Loki couldn't believe he had said that, but if it stayed Odin's hand he truly didn't care. All that was important at the moment was to bring his agony to a quick end.
If it was a reprieve Loki sought, he would be well disappointed as his admission did not still Odin's palm but rather seemed to spur him on to hit a little harder and more swiftly as he responded, "I would suggest ye learn Loki, or expect to be spending much time over my knee! I will not tolerate such excuses from you. Ye are no imbecile and in fact one of the brightest minds in all of Asgard. I do not need tell you this. You see Loki, whereas you are quite intelligent and clever, ye are left deficient in wisdom. We all have choices; you choose the path you walk with every decision you make. This is not beyond you to comprehend. I should have made a clearer path for you to follow as I will see to rectify through stern discipline now and in yon future should ye need it."
Loki hollered a crestfallen "NOOO!" in response, and threw back a hand to cover his aching bottom. "I cannot take such abuse!" He had to try anything to at least bring a pause to his torment.
Just as quickly as Loki's hand jutted out to cover the barrage of swats being delivered to his burning rear, Odin's hand that had been wrapped around Loki's waist snaked up to grab it tucking it into Loki's side so that Odin now held both his wrist and his waist in the same hand. Odin then adjusted the squirming Loki further up onto his knee to better secure his hold of his son and subsequently adjusting Loki's ass where the more tender area of the cleft of his bottom became the main target of Odin's heavy hand. Once Loki had been modified to Odin's content, Odin responded to Loki's outburst, "Ye can and ye will Loki. This is not abuse; it's discipline! Surely if you can bear the bite of Thor's mighty hammer, ye can bear the sting of my palm." With that said, Odin began his assault anew peppering Loki's already very red ass with a renewed enthusiasm.
A pitiful wail escaped Loki's lips at the fresh onslaught of smacks, and he could not stop himself from openly sobbing. "...SO much worse," Loki whined pitifully between sobs. With his free hand, he dragged his rumpled pillow to him and buried his face in its softness, trying to muffle his sobs and wails.
Odin frowned hating to cause his son such distress, but he knew it was necessary for Loki's further development away from what Odin had allowed him to become. A pang of guilt slowed his hand as Odin once more felt at fault for Loki's behavior. Deep down he was aware that it was still Loki's choice to behave as he had, and for that reason, Odin did not stop completely and stayed stalwart in his delivery of spanks to Loki's now well welted ass. "Perhaps Loki, this lesson will leave you with more than a moment's hesitation the next time ye consider another act of treachery. As ye seem unable to learn well enough from our last discussion, I did foretell to thee further restrictions would be brought into place. For the next two full moons, ye are to remain in the main castle. And I will not have you brooding your days away awaiting your sentence to be lifted; ye will attend the servant's sides in their work. Do not let me hear of you disrespecting them either, I wouldst be swift to correct thee. Knowing thy pompous attitude, I am doing ye the favor of warning you before you have the opportunity to cause yourself more trouble." At the end of his announcement Odin did stop spanking as he leaned closer to Loki's sobbing form to ask plainly, "Have I made myself clear? Or do we need to continue?"
Loki knew this wasn't the time to argue that disgusting sentence that Odin had laid upon him. In a small voice he responded, "Very clear, father." He waited, pouting into his pillow, hoping to be let up to safety.
Seemingly satisfied with Loki's subdued answer, Odin nodded once and replied, "You will spend the remainder of thy night here in your bed chambers to think over what brought thee to this moment now. I personally will bring ye something to eat before dusk, so that we may talk again." Odin then lifted Loki off of his lap and further on to the bed, "I will send a servant up with fresh bed sheets, so ye may wish to dress lest ye be seen in such a state."
Loki brought his feet up to cover his backside as he lay on his stomach, looking up at Odin. Tears still spilled out of his eyes, even through the scowl that now worked its way onto his face. After a moment he simply nodded, not willing to speak.
Odin stood regarding his son with a small frown. Loki looked quite contrite now, and this was a good thing if the trickster were to ever learn from his punishment. "I am not sorry that I spanked you Loki, but I am sorry that I had to inflict pain on you to get through to you that your actions have consequences. Hopefully the coming days will serve as a reminder that I am ever serious in my promise to help ye walk a more noble path by your own hand or with the help of my more severe and firm one." Having nothing more to say, Odin turned to leave Loki with this warning to mull over until he next returned.
