When Loki was younger, there was many types of discipline that would be enforced on him when he acted out or misbehaved. And usually, Thor was the one to administer it. Odin had rolled his eyes and sighed when Loki had caused new mischief and either upset someone or broke something, and either sent him off to his room or banned him from reading or magic—something simple as that.

Though, when he acted out more severely, there were more intense consequences. What happened most was that Thor would bend him over his knee and pull down his leggings by force as the younger male clawed and whined against his legs, trying to get out of his older brother's grasp and run away to avoid the punishment. This never worked, though, since the blonde was much stronger than the small prince; merely holding him down by the small of his back with one hand as he roughly pulled down the fabric to bare his behind with the other.

Loki usually went rigid and tensed up with the first slap, only one impact already leaving an impact on his pale ass as Thor watched color blossom on the skin. His hand kept on moving, kept on landing firmly on Loki's ass with a resounding smack that echoed through his quarter's along with the winces and groans from the God of Mischief writhing against Thor's lap as if he was trying to get out of the way of the other's hand falling down upon him once more.

Ten more noisy slaps and Loki was writhing on Thor's lap, little keening noises rising from the back of his throat and his hands pawing at The bed sheets for anchor as his eyebrows furrowed together in what seemed like irritation; a blush blooming across his features. He swore he could feel something hard pressing up against his clothed belly, and that only fueled his embarrassment and arousal even more. God, he hated how much he loved this. It was supposed to be a punishment, not an erotic act that both of them seemed to absolutely love and enjoy.

It was a few more moments before Thor's hand stopped moving dropped to the back of Loki's thighs; his breathing ragged along with his younger brother's as he looked over his work. Loki's ass was bright red and already starting to bruise under the other's rough touch, and looking up to his features he could see the trickster's red cheeks and glistening eyes; his lips parted slightly as his breathing hitched.

It was a moment before Thor could even speak up, snapped out of his little daze by Loki wiggling on his lap and accidentally grinding their clothed arousals together.

He couldn't take it anymore as he helped Loki off his lap only to lay him belly down on the bed, pulling up his leggings carefully to cover his bruised ass.

"Behave, Brother. Or this shall happen again." Was all the blonde said before he turned and made his way hastily out of the room.

Loki waited until he couldn't hear his brother's footsteps anymore before he turned over and started to palm himself through his clothing.