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Finally, Loki seemed to overcome his initial surprise. He grasped Tony's arms tightly, leaning down until he was on eye-level, and interrupted with something that sounded like horror in his tone: “Oh dear Norns, Anthony, calm down!” - "Sold to the devil" by Majinie, chapter 15 I hate positions.. and proportions ... and hands... and I regret choosing this scene... but it's one of my favourites... so much angst.
“Impressive, isn’t it?”, Loki asked, a smile on his face. Again, he seemed so sincere, so absolutely not evil, it was startling. He turned around to open another door, this one dark and plain, leading into another room. Turning around halfway, he made a vague gesture towards the engineer’s tattered clothing. “Take those off, would you?” Tony froze and felt the familiar anxiety churning in his stomach. Apparently he had been very wrong about Loki’s intentions. - ‘Sold to the devil’ by Majinie, chapter 3
Ahhh the helmet. Truth be told, I just didn’t get the hair right. I don’t know why this is so hard. Does someone else think Loki here looks like a butler?
“Anthony”, Loki said quietly. If anything, Tony only tensed more. “Anthony.” Every bite was gone from his words. “Look at me.” Some of the tension left the inventor’s body, but it was immediately back when he felt a hand around his wrist. He jerked it away and his head snapped up with a sharp intake of air. He met Loki’s green eyes, bright in the dark, but they were not narrowed in anger like just a minute before. No, they were wide and… yes, what exactly? There was something in them that Tony couldn’t quite read. “Relax.” - ‘Sold to the devil’ by Majinie, Chapter 5
One of my favourite Marvel fanfics on ao3 and one that has a certain value for me personally. And I promise the story is much better than my drawing attempt! Please check it out! (And no, that Tony looks like a girl is artistic… freedom… *cough* tunics are weird)
It made Tony nauseous, and he found himself curled up on the bed and staring out of the window while his shoulders shook with silent, bitter laughter over himself. Getting wound up over one little kiss, he was being ridiculous – especially considering how he had used to do this all the time without minding. - "Sold to the devil" by Majinie, chapter 23 Yes he's feeling horrible... he's just good at hiding it okay? Also... I still haven't figured out how to draw the scar... so it's hidden :)
Again. Tony found himself in this position again. There was a deity somewhere - and a real one, not a Norse one - that hated him and wanted him to suffer.
His arms were bound behind his back, from his wrists to his elbows, holding them firmly in place and assuring he couldn't struggle. Around his neck was a collar, that held a tiny electronic device. Two metal prongs touched his skin where there were already healing burns from the last time the accursed thing had been on his neck.
He was at least more comfortable this time, laying on his couch, rather than the floor. However, there was a glass of scotch just barely out of his reach and he couldn't help but think that would make this whole ordeal easier. All he could do was wait for someone to come along and either free him or... he hated the second option.
Free him or use him.
