Loki was smiling. He wasn't even sure what he had been so worked up about moments ago. The Grandmaster was beaming at him – isn't that all that mattered?

The man's thumb traced over his lips again, and sparks erupted through his soft skin. The sparks traveled down to the pooled warmth in his belly and Loki let out a sated gasp.

"See? Oh, isn't that so much better?" the Grandmaster practically cooed at him. Loki nodded enthusiastically. Everything felt so good. Loki looked up at the Grandmaster through heavy-lidded eyes, content. "You know what?" the man exclaimed to the room, "I'm going to go play with my new toy, but, uh, keep up the good work here!" His warm hands grasped Loki's and dragged him to his feet. The latter giggled helplessly at the bubbly way standing up made him feel. In a blur, he was escorted to the Grandmaster's personal chambers, and he was suddenly on the cushiest bed he'd ever felt. The Grandmaster appeared next to him, his robe already coming undone.

Loki attempted to look at the man beside him but only accomplished falling over – though he felt better than he probably ever had, he was very groggy.

"Ah, was it too much, Lo-lo?" the Grandmaster said, smoothing Loki's hair out of his face. Loki barely managed to hum in assent, sleep was trying to engulf him like an ocean. "I guess I underestimated the day you've had – you've been through a lot recently?" Loki nodded sluggishly despite the fact that that question had been rhetorical, and the Grandmaster was already continuing to ramble. "Well, it doesn't matter anymore anyways – I'm taking care of you now. You'll never have to worry about anything again – I mean all you're gonna feel is pleasure and, oh, what's the word?"

Loki had already drifted off into drug-induced sleep. The Grandmaster looked down at the unconscious god puddled in a leather heap on his bed. This was certainly quite the catch, he mused to himself – gods were always so fun to play with.

. . .

When Loki finally made it back to consciousness, he was in a large hot tub.

How?

Loki blinked, attempting to refocus his hazy eyes. He took note of his current situation: his head was buzzing; the water smelled delightfully like lavender; he was thankfully not naked; his hair was pulled back and braided?

Movement to his right signaled that he was not alone. The Grandmaster, wearing gold and red shorts with a blue stripe up the middle, slid into the tub next to the god. He was also wearing stupid (in Loki's opinion) looking, gold-tinted spectacles. A drink was shoved into Loki's hand, again. At his hesitance to drink it, the Grandmaster looked over his ridiculous eye-wear at him.

"I was wondering how long it'd take you to bounce back – you're, uh, feisty Lo-lo!"

How long?

"I mean, you were down for what, a day? I, uh, I mean if anyone's broken out of the trance it took them, uh, months, years even – maybe I should put you up against my champion!" Loki stared at the man incredulously as he rambled on. "Oh, but you're just so pretty Lo-lo!" He reached out and caressed the god's cheek. "It'd be such a, um, waste to send you to your death. Plus, you're just so filled with surprises and all kinds of tricks and ooh! I'm just so glad you're mine!"

Though he was himself again, Loki could not seem to get his mouth to work. The Grandmaster smiled at him and held his own cup to Loki's.

"Cheers!" The man clinked their cups together and was about to drink his, but Loki's hesitance stopped him. His smile faltered. "C'mon now, Lo-Loki, I'm not going to hurt you! It'll only make you feel good!"

Loki's only response was to slowly tip his cup and pour the drink into the bubbling tub.

The Grandmaster let out a strange huffed gasp and stared at Loki with an expression that the god couldn't read.

Maybe he'll end it all.

Then the Grandmaster let out a giddy laugh, catching Loki by surprise.

"You just gave me the best idea Lo! Topaz!" the man shouted. "Topaz, write down 'martini hot tub'!"

Loki couldn't decide if he was relieved, entertained, or terrified.

The Grandmaster turned his attention back to the god. He sipped casually on his drink. Loki couldn't help but squirm as the man scrutinized him with his oddly piercing eyes.

"Now, how am I going to get you back to the good?" he mused to himself. He reached his hand back to caress Loki's cheek again, but the god leaned away. The Grandmaster pouted. "I, hey, I said I'm not gonna hurt you! Has-," he paused and softened his whole demeanor, "has anyone shown you love?"

The caressing of his insides returned, there was a warm feeling at the back of his seidr. Loki managed to glare at the Grandmaster, and surprisingly, the caressing faded. The Grandmaster leaned back and gave the god a quick glance over, a smirk forming on his face. Loki, though his limbs still felt heavy, let the cup fall from his hands and reach out at the Grandmaster's throat. He wrapped his hands around his throat and squeezed, earning a gentle laugh from the man.

"Oh Honey, I've played this kink more times than I can count." Loki's hands fell away, annoyed that a simple strangling wasn't going to end this situation, despite it currently being all he had the strength to do. The Grandmaster looked deep into his eyes, still smirking.

"There is…just so much potential…" he mused. If Loki had not still felt weighed down by whatever drugs and such things in his system, he would have leapt away from the hand that slid up his thigh.

Without another word, the ruler of the trash planet worked a hand into Loki's pants and began to almost lazily stroke the god. Loki felt annoyance quickly bubble up within him. Not only was he now being touched when and where he did not want, but it wasn't even good. The inexperienced first hand job from a stable hand he had received all those centuries ago was even better than this. The only sound in the room was that of the bubbles in the tub as the Grandmaster ran his fingers over the god's shaft.

The Grandmaster let out what could have been a snort. Loki stared at him nearly smugly, and even managed to quirk an eyebrow.

If this is the best he can do, no wonder he relies so heavily on consumables.

Loki thought of the countless sexual ventures he'd had and was surprised that he felt this situation to be a pity. Why the hel would he want the Grandmaster to do more? He was a bit disappointed that a man with such intrusive impressive power was so uninspiring at this.

"You are unimpressed?"

Of course, so much pomp for no circumstance.

But there was a sly grin fixed on the Grandmaster's face. He leaned in close to the god.

"So…much…..potential."

And with that the Grandmaster dove under the bubbling water, and Loki's shorts were pulled off of him. Before Loki could even react, his dick was engulfed in a heat somehow even warmer than the hot tub. The Grandmaster's tongue danced along the underside of his shaft in ways Loki had never felt. Loki's mind was reeling to catch up and keep up with the sudden change of the situation.

Well…I was certainly wrong about his skill.

More trickles of temptation were falling through his mind.

I shouldn't want this.

The god managed to clench his hands into fists and lean against the lip of the tub. He glanced down at the man working him.

He wasn't coming up for air.

Loki started counting the seconds. Even after nearly two minutes, the Grandmaster continued sucking him off under the water.

What a power move.

The god gritted his teeth, despite the man below him finding all the right places to work his tongue. Loki was many things, but powerless was not one of them. Though he was often a very flexible lover in that he could easily fall into the dominate or submissive rolls (and everything in between,) he never gave up complete control.

And he wasn't about to start that now.

He looked up at the tall, surprisingly stark ceiling and contemplated his options. He was definitely going to cum, the Grandmaster was doing a wonderful decent enough job down there to ensure it. But how long would be too long to hold out. Was this some test of Loki's endurance? Or just pure posturing?

There were more trickles of temptation.

If the Grandmaster was truly unaffected by such things as needing to breathe then the two of them really could have some wildly amazing times together.

Loki was suddenly, yet carefully lifted slightly as the Grandmaster's hands held his ass. The angle allowed him to take the god fully. A small gasp escaped him as all of the sensations began adding up. The Grandmaster's presence returned within his seidr, but instead of feeling intrusive it worked in time with the Grandmaster's mouth. It felt like Loki was being kissed from the inside – he could almost see the Grandmaster in his mind: lips crashing passionately onto his; hands holding cheeks; tongues swirling together…

Loki shuttered, the Grandmaster taking him over the edge into sweet ecstasy.

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.

Loki was thankfully still himself and not dazed from the orgasm.

The Grandmaster gently relinquished his dick and rose elegantly from the water. When they were at eye-level, he pulled his (still stupid) spectacles back on and looked over them at Loki. The man's hair clung to his face, and the god couldn't help but follow the droplets of water down his chest.

He was gorgeous

"Damn…" Loki's voice was still quite hoarse, but he managed to speak. The two stared at each other with twinkling eyes – they were going to have so much fun.