Collared | Tony & Loki
A continuation of JARVIS is a Traitor -----------------------------------------------------------
Once upon a time, there was a fortunate man by the name of Tony Stark. Not only was he rich, not only was he amusing, not only was aristocratic and loving, generous and kind, but he was the head name of the most promising multi-billion dollar company in all of Manhattan- Stark Industries. He was respected by all; rich, poor, the very rich, the very poor, the upper-middle class, the lower-middle class, the middle-middle class. The fabulously wealthy, the wretched, the famous and the not-so-famous. He was admired, he was respected, he was well-to-do and had men and women sitting wantonly at his feet.
But Tony had a... thing. That certain thing being a desire, and that desire being someone who could tell him what to do. Of course, this person couldn't just be anyone- but a person that could impress him, entice him and cooperate with him all at once. So, pray tell-
How the fuck did that person happen to be Loki?
Offering a collar, no less, with magic sprouting from its fabrics. And here Tony was, standing at Loki's door in his own tower, knocking and awaiting an answer because he wanted it. He wanted to be collared, to be smacked, to be ordered around. To be manhandled, to be punished, to be rewarded. Sure, being on the giving end of the demands was fun, more than fun- but if Loki was offering to show him the other half, the submission- Tony was willing to give it a good.
"Come on, snowflake," He grumbled under his breath, impatient, "open up."