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Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
The pierce of the needle. The drag of the thread.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
This was no mere shutting of his mouth. It could have been accomplished with far fewer stitches than he was being subjected to, each one drawn out by the sadistic fucker that had requested it as his punishment. They were small, miniscule. He never knew his mouth was so big.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
He pulled the entire length of thread through each time, but he did so slowly, stretching time like taffy. Blood ran down from his ruined mouth, dripped off his chin. There was a small puddle forming at his knees.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
He refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him cry, hearing him scream.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
The AllFather watched on impassively, the whole of Asgard’s court present to see him laid low. He could hear the snickers, the whispers of ‘why couldn’t this have been done sooner?’ and ‘what he deserves.’
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Mother was there, watching. Her tears making tracks down her face, but her features devoid of emotion otherwise. Thor was looking out at the crowd and had been since the beginning. If he even knew what was happening was up in the air.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
He was going to die. Painfully. Slowly. Odin too. Neither of these sadistic people were going to draw breath as soon as he could make it so.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Kneeling before the throne, before this accuser, was beyond anything Odin should have allowed. A Prince of Asgard kneeling for someone other than Asgard’s King and Queen. For all of their superiority, he should never have been forced to his knees before someone from a realm they ruled over.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
They would all rue the day of his humiliation.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.
Pierce. Drag.