#playthings part20

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Mob AU “Playthings” Part 20

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“Don’t go to the gym today.”

Thor shrugged and didn’t look up from his coffee. He knew better than to ask why or to make a huge issue out of wanting to go to the gym. That would raise questions or at least see several privileges stripped away. “Are we going to do something?”

“The tailor is coming in. We have an event and I want you two to look,” Gast’s eyes wandered over him, “delectable.”

“If you want that, why not just put Loki in lingerie again and me in shorts? That seems to get your motor running,” he teased.

“Don’t tempt me. We do have another party tonight after the tailor, so maybe you’ll get your wish, Sparkles.”

He tried not to grimace, focusing on his coffee instead. Gast had already moved on to making himself comfortable at the island in the kitchen, not bothering to see the effect his words had on Thor.

“Isn’t it Lo Lo’s turn to cook?”

“He’s still in bed.”

“Tire him out last night? Without me?!” Grandmaster shook a finger at him. “Shame on you, Sparkles.”

He didn’t make an excuse for the other. It was better for both of them if he thought they had just fucked last night. They had, technically, but Loki had spent more time crying than anything else. He still hadn’t gotten over being sent back to their bedroom. He was both overjoyed to be away from Gast and devastated by it as well. Thor suspected that the Grandmaster wanted the younger to beg permission to sleep with him permanently. There were always hints of this: treating his bedroom as both a reward and punishment. Forcing them to keep nearly all of their ‘personal’ items in there instead in their bedroom. The random nights where he would not let them return to either room so they were forced to sleep in the living room or beg entry into his bed.

Sleeping permanently with Gast was the final line, wasn’t it? They truly would be his. Their bedroom, while small and sparse, was theirs. Even Grandmaster with all the times he had violated them and their lives, had never entered the room unless invited. Together, in that room, they had an inch of freedom.

“Do you want me to get him?”

“If you can keep your hands off of him. Tell you what, I’ll forgive this infraction and we’ll just go out. But you have to change. I’m not sitting by you in sweatpants.”

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Thor nodded and went back to the bedroom. Still wrapped in blankets, Loki softly snored. At least he really was sleeping.

“Loki,” he came over and gently shook the younger, “Loki.”

“Mmmm,” was the answer.

“It’s 7:50.”

Loki’s eyes snapped open. “Is he still asleep? Do I have time-”

“He’s awake.”

He bolted upright. “WHY DIDN’T YOU-”

“You needed your sleep. Anyway, he wants to go out. He thinks I exhausted you last night.”

“He’s going to be so grabby today,” Loki swung his legs out of bed, still rigid with worry. “Are you sure he’s not mad?”

“I honestly think he wanted the excuse to go out. He wants me to change. So we aren’t eating downstairs.”

“Hopefully we’ll go somewhere that serves good mimosas or Bloody Marys.”

“Loki!”

“What?!”

“I don’t think-”

“I don’t care. Besides, it really isn’t up to you or I, is it? He’ll order it for us regardless.”

Thor sighed. He had to concede the point. There were certain things they had just come to expect.

~2010~

“You me to…what?”

“Cook. I’m assuming you’ve done in the past.”

“Prima Dona Brat probably never cooked in his life!” Mario called from the couch and the crew laughed.

“I’ve cooked,” he said defensively. He glanced at Loki, who stared back just as confused.

“Well, if you look behind you Sparkles, to the kitchen, you’ll find a fully stocked pantry and refrigerator and all the equipment necessary to make a hearty breakfast. Most important meal of the day. Best meal of the day at times.” He flashed a smile. “Could be the only meal of the day.”

“You want me to cook you breakfast?”

“God, you really did fall for a bimbo!”

Gast chuckled. “Not just for me! We do have guests, don’t we?”

“I don’t like yolk!” Mario called and the crew began to yell out their preferred style of bacon, egg, and toast.

“I-I’ve never cooked for so many people.” Thor finally said, wondering if that would get him out of this. Was this a punishment? A test? A weird version of a treat? His eye was still blackened from Loki’s last punishment and the brunette was still limping from Thor’s.

“This is good practice then!” He turned to the younger man. “Tomorrow will be your turn, Lo Lo.”

“O-okay,” was all he said to that, before quickly adding, “I can help Thor, if you wan-”

“No need sweetheart,” he leaned over and kissed him, ignoring the flinch he received. “Don’t I have the sweetest boys!”

The crew agreed, though their enthusiasm for Thor waned when he burnt nearly all the toast. They burned the side of his torso with a heated metal spatula as a lesson. The next day, Loki was careful not to make the same mistake. His mistake was giving someone a scrambled egg with pieces of shell cooked in. They made him eat a few shells to remind him.

~2011~

“Are the eggs good?”

“Best I ever had,” Mario said with no emotion.

“My turn, Sparkles. You remember how I like them?”

“Fried and over toast.”

“Perfect!”

“You remember how I mine?” Topaz asked gruffly from her seat.

“Burnt and scrambled, with only two slices of bacon and one piece of toast also burnt.”

She nodded mechanically.

Thor went to work silently, watching out of the corner of his eye as Loki sipped his coffee. If he ignored everything, he could pretend he was cooking just for the two of them. He could pretend they were in their own apartment and he making breakfast for his….