That smug smirk spread wide across his face, as he kept stroking his pet's hair. "Yes. You shall, my Pet."
Loki had been waiting for the day this would come. "Say it again, my Pet." HE was relishing in this, doing things to be particularly vile.
"Pet, I see a scruff on my boot. Lick. It. Off."
As Loki loosened his grip on the man's hair and gave his command, Sterling didn't hesitate. He couldn't help it. He dropped to his knees without a thought.
"I live only to serve you." He repeated, taking hold of Loki's foot and calmly got to work.
Loki's eyes flashed with a deranged amusement, a loud laugh left his lips. The tone was loud, chaotic, and oddly unnerving coming from the broken DemiGod. As the laughter faded, the look of joy was washed over his features. He watched the man pick his boot.
"How the mighty have fallen, my Pet."
Kicking out with his booted foot, that the Agent had just cleaned. Stomping down with the other foot, he raised his head, looking down his nose at the midgardian. His pet.
His.
"... And now, the other."
