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Art for ZappyTiel's fanfic "Fix You", chapter 2

Excerpt from Chapter 2:

----Takes place in line at Loki's (Thomas') Favorite sandwich shop.----

“Whatcha reading?”

It was a rare but not altogether unprecedented event for someone to engage him in line. Midgardians were more prone to meaningless interactions than the average witless Asgardian. Several times, strangers had attempted to involve him in dreaded small talk centering around the weather or the traffic. Likely, the person attempting to secure his attention simply desired a diversion from the ennui of waiting to reach the front of the line.

Even so, the man behind him was markedly close, so close that Loki could feel every exhale upon his cheek. It was possible that Loki had misinterpreted Midgardian norms, but he had deduced long ago that several feet of distance typified most conversations, particularly those between strangers. He had always appreciated that particular custom.

“Hamlet,” Loki offered curtly as he endeavored to quell the instinctive stiffening of his spine.

“Say again?”

It took all of Loki’s considerable restraint to disguise his frustration. Thomas Walker wore threadbare clothes and overly large glasses to cultivate a sense of oddness. Normally, his appearance kept others distant, but it did not always engender the desired effect in particularly outgoing individuals. Still, Loki could not help but acquiesce to running an irritated hand through the unruly curls atop his head.

“I am reading Hamlet,” the god repeated once he had wrangled control over his impatience. After a moment of consideration, he held the book aloft so the stranger behind him could glimpse the cover.

“Oh. Cool.”

The tone had morphed into polite disinterest, exactly as Loki had hoped. Now, he could feign reabsorption in his book until he reached the front of the line. After that, Loki would order his sandwich and promptly escape to the nearby park for a more private dining venue.

Unfortunately, the intrusion made it impossible for Loki to immerse himself back in the world of betrayal, ghosts, and madness. Rather, he carefully tracked the progress of the customers in front of him as they trudged forward in line. By the time two more had received their orders, the stranger behind him had begun to exhibit audible impatience, complete with phone tapping and increasingly heavy sighs.

Even so, Loki focused fixedly on his book and counted silently to thirty before turning each page. He could only pray that the stranger would respect his obvious effort at concentration until he reached the counter.

“So, are you an English teacher or something?”

This time, Loki managed only a perfunctory effort at keeping a frown from his face. “I am not,” he refuted, just loud enough to be heard over the chatter of the patrons seated at the surrounding tables.

His denial afforded him a few precious seconds of respite. “You have to be a librarian then. No one actually reads Shakespeare for fun.”

The man behind him staggered an inch or so closer, apparently jostled by the press of bodies intent on squeezing together in the limited indoor space. Loki closed his eyes and focused on deep, even breaths. The deli was more crowded than he preferred. Normally, he arrived before the height of lunch hour, but today, he had been later than usual. His employer had lingered by his cubicle for an update on the crime novel that Loki was translating into French and promptly assigned him a bodice ripper for next week.

“Hamlet is considered a classic work of literature,” Loki answered, striving with his last modicum of discipline to maintain the steadiness of his tone.

Despite his best efforts at calm, the heat of the body behind him was overtaking his thoughts. Even before his tumble through the Void, he had avoided close proximity to others. Now, he could hardly endure it without succumbing to the physical manifestation of his weakness. More than anything, Loki desired to flee, but that would only draw attention. Besides, the god knew objectively that he was overreacting. The man behind him was simply sociable, perhaps a bit bored. Loki had not been discovered; he was safe.

“It’s a classic work of torture for high school students and pretentious hipsters.” There was more shuffling behind him; Loki could feel his own façade slipping in response. “So, why are you reading it?”

“Not everyone is too obtuse to enjoy real art,” the prince muttered before he could stem his vitriol.

Heat had always disproportionately affected him, but now sweat dotted his brow despite the brisk March air. Only one more person stood between him and his order. Today, Loki would retreat to his cubicle rather than risk a walk through the park. Perhaps he would indulge in listening to music while he worked. Debussy always managed to sooth the worst of his ire.

“I mean, I’d argue that calling Shakespeare’s stuff art is a little generous.” The man behind him sounded distinctly amused, which Loki could not even begin to rationalize. “But hey, I’m basically a glorified mechanic. The classic literature thing never really appealed to me.”

Loki would never understand why Midgardians were so quick to share personal information with strangers. Judging by the rushed cadence of his speech, the man behind him enjoyed the sound of his own voice. Unfortunately, Loki was familiar with the type. In the past, he himself might even have exhibited similar traits.

“So, was I right about the whole librarian schtick? I mean, you’re rocking a tweed suit and reading Shakespeare for fun. I have to be close.”

It was dearth of desire rather than lack of practice that kept Loki from continuing their mostly one-sided conversation. Playing along would likely ease the awkwardness of their exchange, but Loki could not bring himself to cooperate. After giving up so much for the sake of survival, the god had come to view his weekly visits to the deli as a source of solace. He saw no reason to participate in befouling it with unwanted attention.

Rather than respond, the prince hugged Hamlet close and counted down the seconds until he would reach the front of the line. The person ahead of him was paying now; there was no real reason to answer. After a few more seconds, it was finally his turn.

“I would like a turkey sandwich on wheat bread with every available topping,” Loki informed the vaguely familiar cashier behind the counter.

He groped in his pocket for the few crumpled bills that he had carefully allotted for this occasion, only for unfamiliar fingers to curl around his elbow. For an instant, Loki faltered, an instinctive response after years of experiencing virtually no physical contact. He reeled long enough for the interloper to lean past him and tuck an indiscriminate amount of cash into the clerk's hand.

“Make that two with white bread on mine.” The stranger was bold enough now to step up beside him. “Keep the change.”

It had taken some effort to adjust to the mannerisms of Thomas Walker. Where Loki was quick to anger, Thomas was unfailingly polite. His every articulation was carefully diffident and his every gesticulation consistently reserved. No complication could faze him, and no Midgardian could rile him.

Thomas was the perfect disguise.

But Loki was frustrated.

And in his frustration, Loki whirled to face this meddler who dared impinge on the sanctity of his weekly splurge.

He recognized this man’s face.

In fact, Loki was intimately familiar with that peculiar pattern of facial hair and the accompanying toothy smirk. He remembered the inexplicable hum of power, the source of which he had never been able to identify. Most horrifying of all, he knew those glimmering brown eyes. Even now, he could recall how they had narrowed in loathing amidst fervent threats and diverting jibes.

It was Stark.

This was the fool whose life Loki had saved under the very noses of his masters. Here was the hero who had promptly repaid him through entrapment, mockery, and humiliation. Before him was Anthony Stark, the supposed genius of Midgard, a genius who, like all the rest, had never suspected Loki of anything but treachery.

Out of all the Avengers, Loki had always dreaded meeting Stark the most.

#Loki #fanfiction #fan art #fanfiction inspired #Tony Stark #Thor #Marvel #MCU #Loki art #loki x tony #frostiron #ironfrost #zappytiel #photo manipulation #digital art #ironman

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Art for the story "Complicated Arrangements", chapter 16

Excerpt:

Early in morning, just after dawn, Loki sat reading on a willow tree branch. He loved the aquamarine flower buds, and they smelled divine. It was difficult to concentrate on the words in the book, as the events in Thor’s chamber continued to plague his thoughts. He did not know what Thor had intended, but it did not seem like something he wanted to experience. He was sure Thor would be livid because of it though. Hopefully, he could remain in hiding long enough for the thunderer to calm down.

Loki's lower foot resting on the trunk was yanked, and he lost his balance, book falling to the grass. He managed to stay on the branch, hands gripping beneath him. He scowled at Fandral who was laughing cruelly at him.

"Come down and play little blue monster! I simply wish to speak with you!"

Loki only sniffed at him and brought up both feet to rest on the branch, arms resting on knees. With a glare, Loki assessed Fandral’s demeanor. He did not seem angry, but he was acting vindictive. Calling him a monster was a stark warning of Fandral’s intentions and thoughts towards him.

"I think not. I do not feel the need to subject myself to your foul moods and deceitful games. Perhaps another time."

Fandral only chuckled in dark amusement, then jumped up to make a grab at Loki. It made Loki startle forward against the trunk. He stood on the branch, to make less of his body within grabbing range.

"Come down Loki! Come play with us!" Loki was nervous, but refused to let it show. It was more then likely Thor had sent all of his friends in search of him.

"Are you not a bit old for playing games? I would think someone of your many years, too mature to torment a meek child of 17..."

Fandral didn't bother responding as he was looking for a place on the tree to hoist himself up. Loki jumped and grabbed the next branch up, swinging his legs and hoisting himself up onto it.

"Come on Icemonkey! I want to play! Maybe we could get a drink together. Or you could show me how to balance while walking the wall! That was fun." Loki scowled at the reference to Fandral and Thor’s cruel set up.

"Fandral, just go away. You know I will never agree to come to you willingly." Loki's heart stuttered when Fandral finally got a hold of a low branch, and pulled up onto it. He looked up at Loki grinning.

"No worries! There is no need for you to be willing."

#Loki #Loki art #marvel #fanart #fan art #photo manipulation #AO3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfic art #thorki #jotun loki #jotun #frost giant

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"The Dual"

Art for my fanfic, "Complicated Arangments"

Excerpt from chapter 13: Thor duals an OC Vanir Prince, Adwaryn.

Thor spun around, creating momentum for a torso slash, which again was only diverted into the swing. Thor used that to keep going and made another spin around, going for the head this time. Except it was dodged, and Thor was shoved to the side with the handle of the other’s sword.

Falling to the dirt, Thor caught himself before face planting. Thor pushed up and spun around while backing away. He needed to reassess, and try something different, or this would last all day.

Thor became brutal, not caring if he actually caused damage. The Vanir was making a fool of him, with his casual defense. It took another 20 minutes, but eventually, Thor pinned the other to the ground, belly down. Thor had his blade against the other’s neck, while straddling his back, and gripping his hair. Thor leaned down to growl in his ear.

“You will always lose, Vanir. Even if you HAD won this battle, I will always rule over you. It would be wise, to cultivate my mercy for your people, instead of my anger.”

The man below him only grinned. “Why do you think it is, that you won this battle, my liege?”

Thor blinked at him. Was he inferring that he let Thor win? To not stir up his anger? Thor growled and pressed the blade just enough to cut the skin.

The Vanir prince only grinned bigger. “Feeling a little frustrated, Aesir? Perhaps next time, we should use full abilities, and see how badly you can lose on a more realistic level. But for now, enjoy the win you’ve been gifted. Regale the tale of how you bested me in a match. Feed the false sense of superiority. But we both know the truth, do we not?”

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For the story "Complicated Arrangements"

Loki sat on a pile of hay, a large black puppy climbing on him, licking his face.

Ew.

Loki didn't seem to mind though, as he was laughing, showing those laugh lines they hadn't known existed till that day. Adwaryn stood nearby next to a frost giant much larger then Loki. Both watched amused at the smaller jotun and the pup.

Thor was probably just overly sensitive, but he didn't like the others watching Loki like that. It was too....fond. He walked over to stand with them. Or rather, slightly in front of them, blocking part of Adwaryn's view.

The other prince placed a hand on Thor's shoulder. "I am glad you have joined us! Do you not see the ridiculous size of this pup? I have never seen one so large. Even for an Asgardian giant Wolf. He is massive, if we have the age correct."

Loki stood, awkwardly holding the large canine. "Have a look, prince Thor! He is wondrous!" He brought the beast closer to Thor for inspection.

Thor wrinkled his nose. "Yes. I can see that. SO wondrous." Though Thor was not into seeing the dog, he was enjoying Loki's joy in the animal. He had been correct. Loki was radiant when happy in his true form. His red eyes were deepened by the sparkling moisture, a slight flush tinted his azure skin with slight purple and pink tints. Even his lips took on a bit of color. Then there was those smile lines. Thor couldn't help but smile just watching him, as he played with the beast.

#complicated arrangments #fanfic #art #fan art #Loki #Thorki #Jotun #frost giant #Jotun Loki #AO3 #thor

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crazykz · 3 years

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Taking fan art requests

I want to do some drawings, but would like a promt, request or something as inspiration!

Prefer to do Marvel related, and no nudes.

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Loki’s cabin for my fanfic “Reluctant Abductor”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31275077/chapters/77314043

Summary:

Jane follows odd signals to Alaska and almost finds herself dying, untill a stranger comes to her rescue. Once discovering that her rescuer is Loki, he realizes it would not be safe for him to let her leave his hiding place, lest she give away his location. Though he loaths to do so, he is forced to keep Jane at his one room cabin, in the eternal winters of Alaska mountains, as an effort to not be found and returned to Asgard's prisons. Though she pushes his buttons, and at times Loki wishes he had simply let the woman run off into the wilderness to die of exposure, as she so desperatly tried to do in the beginning, the small woman starts to grow on him. Though it isn't until Thor shows up and Loki is forced to keep Thor there as well, that Loki becomes fully aware of his growing affection for the scientist. Watching Thor with Jane is difficult, and Loki becomes desperate to be free of his captives.

#fanfic art #fanfic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #jane foster #lokane #loki/jane foster #thor #thor/jane foster #starfrost #art #digital art #fan art

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Lady Loki, for FanFic "Complicated Arangments " A Thorki arranged marriage story.

Loki is still a teenager here. 16 or 17 years old. She changed to female, and then Aesir in a bid to appeal to Thor, her betrothed. Thor has been cruel to Loki so far, but Loki is determined to make the arrangement work.

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Decisions and Revenge

Art for my Fanfic “Bright Eyes” Chapter 13 and14

The scars are from Hydra experimenting on Loki.

Ecerpt:

13:

"Well, little miss. You can get your revenge now, if you want. He is at your mercy. I'll even give you a knife if you want. I promise it is very satisfying to cut into him. But we also need something from him, and you have first dibs of getting it." She pouted, then glanced at Loki with a sadistic smile. He swallowed nervously, eyes flicking between them. The woman turned back to Wanda.

"He has not had succeeded in breeding you the easy way, so we need to extract semen from him to work with. He has no say in how this is done, and you can be as cruel as you want. If you don't do it, I have dibs next. I do hope you would rather pass." She licked her lips and looked him over.

Loki's eyes went wide as his breath picked up speed. Wanda was looking at him, hatefully. Which he expected, but it still stung. She may enjoy tormenting him now. That was likely the point of the last month. Working up to this. He worked his jaw, then shut his eyes and hung his head. He would take whatever she needed to give.

Unlike his other tormentors and their tortures, this he will gladly endure.

It seemed like an eon before Wanda spoke up. "Ok. I'll do it. I want that knife though." He peered up at her, sucking in a breath he had been holding. He was a bit startled at her response, and told himself he had no right to feel betrayed or hurt. He owes her this.

Her expression was hard, closed off, and loathing.

Starting to quiver nervously, and looking up into her cold eyes, he gulped.

14:

Wanda stood in front of Loki, clutching the special made surgical knife hard in one hand and a male milking device in the other. They all knew they didn't have to force this or turn it into a torture session, and they all knew it would be anyway. Loki was not going to take this from her. If she needed to cut him up to feel more at terms with what he did to her, he was more than willing to lay on the chopping board. Or rather hang from it.

He was looking at the ground between them, trying not to sway her in any way. He could hear her teeth grinding. It seemed ages before she said or did anything. She stepped closer, and rested the tip at his clavicle, above the opening of his black prison shirt.

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Loki is placed in a White Torture room with SHIELD/HYDRA

From Fanfiction “I Think I Forgot”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30135033/chapters/74284161#workskin

Excerpt: Chapter 3-

He couldn't sleep in the beginning because of the bright light. Now he dozed off here and there, in any place or position. At times he couldn't tell dreams from awake. Sometimes his dreams were of sitting in the bright white room, and awake he hallucinated that he was elsewhere. Often the Sactuary.

He watched as his hallucinated self scolding him. "You are pathetic Loki. They have done nothing, and you are already breaking. So weak. Have you no pride?"

He shook his head. When he responded, the speech was in his head, with some mumbled sounds through the muzzle. The hallucinations seemed to understand well enough though. "No...I do not. What would the point be? Who is there to pretend to? Pride would not do me any good."

His hallucination of himself scoffed at him. "I am embarrassed to be associated with you. Everyone in all the nine, want no association with you. You should just kill yourself." Loki buried his face in his hands. "I know....I wish I could stop existing....I do not know how! Death is not an escape, or I would be actively trying to accomplish that. It would be a sweet release! I wish for my death more then any other being in the nine."

The hallucination shifted and was now Thor, crouching in front of him with a look of disdain. "Giving up already Brother? Three months is not much time. How weak of you to be so broken already." Loki shook his head in denial. "I am not! I am not weak! You have no idea what I have been through, because you would not let me tell you! You would not last half the amount of time I have!"

Thor smirked and scoffed, standing up and staring down at him. "Well, I would never be weak enough to find myself in your situation. You are worthless Loki. You can't even fail properly. You are basically good for nothing. The Norns would do the Nine a favor if they wiped you from existence."

Loki looked up at Thor, hurt and desperate. "But I was trying to save it! I was trying to do right by Asgard! By you! By everyone! I did everything I could! What more could I have done!" Thor just smirked in disgust.

"You could have stayed in the void. You could have stayed with Thanos and let him treat you as you should be treated. A useless Frost Giant Whore. You were their whore, were you not? Did you love it? Did you moan for them? Spread your legs and beg for them to fill your cunt?"

Loki stared in hurt and shock. "N-no! Of course not! I mean, they did use me....often...But I hated every minute of it! I never want to have sex again! It is vile and disgusting! I fought them,Thor! I never submitted or made it easy! You must believe me!"

Thor snorted. "But you were still too weak. Weren't you Loki. Do you think I would have allowed them to use me? Of course not. Because I am a true warrior. A real man. You have always been weaker. Been Argr."

Loki was scrunched in a ball, fists gripping chunks of hair and shaking his head. "STOP! Please just stop! I am not! I am not! Not weak! Not Argr! I...I....I........*sob*...please....just go away...." Thor crouched close to him, whispering in his ear.

"I never want to see your worthless ergi, jotun ass again, Loki. Stay here and never return. You are no brother to me, and have no place near me. You only bring pain to those around you. You deserve this. Take it like the man you will never be."

Loki wailed out a loud sob. He felt so alone. So unwanted, useless, hated even.

His body shook with his violent sobs.

#Loki #thor #shield #hydra #fanfic #fanfic inspired #art #digital art #loki art #photo manipulation #torture #ptsd #flashbacks #breakdown

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From my FanFic, “Complicated Arangments” Chapter 5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30135339/chapters/75172899

Excerpt:

Loki whipped around releasing a throwing knife, followed by a second as he completed his turn. Both hit the center of the swinging target hanging from a branch in the wooded area of the palace grounds. They disappeared and reappeared in his hands and he did a forward tumble, letting loose one as he went into the roll and the other as he came out. Again, both hitting the center of the swaying target.

"It seems you have taken a liking to those daggers you saw the first time you came to the training grounds. The fact they are a woman's weapon doesn't bother you then?" Loki didn't bother gracing Thor with a look, as the daggers reappeared in his hands once again.

"Well, as it so happens, I am a woman." Thor was taken aback by that and fumbled on a reply. "I thought you were more of a man? That you wanted to do manly things?" Loki flipped into an aerial cartwheel, and let the daggers fly together at the end. He spun around facing Thor, as he summoned the daggers back to his hands.

"I am. and I do." Then he flipped backwards, one leg after the other, and let them fly again. Thor blinked, confused. "I don't understand....You are and do which?" Loki flipped a hand, causing a swoosh of air to get the target to swing side to side again.

"Yes to all of it. I'm woman and man and prefer all that they entail. I will learn to be proficient in anything you can do, and I will also excel in everything a proper queen can do. I am everything. I will not let you make me feel half, or less any longer Thor."

He stalked closer to Thor, and Thor started backing up when seeing the fury and purpose in Loki's red eyes. Loki was almost his height now, and with a tilt of his head gave the illusion of looking down on the warrior. Loki put his hands out and froze Thor's feet to the ground to hault his retreat.

"I am done with your persecution and coercion. What You have been doing, would be severely punished had we been on Jötunheimr. You should be grateful I did not share details to The King. But I would rather work things out between us. Know this Thor, things as they have been, are no more. You crossed a line, and I no longer will tolerate it, Odinson."

Loki was close enough now Thor could feel his chilled breath on his neck. Thor shoved at Loki, who gracefully fell backwards and rolled into a backwards tumble, tossing his blades behind him as he bounced up again. He smirked at a stunned Thor.

With a lofty intake of breath, Loki suddenly looked quite joyful. "I feel the need for a bath. While you are chilling out here, seems to be an oportune time to do so." He flitted his twinkling gaze and a dark smirk to the ice still encompassing Thor's boots. He walked past Thor, chin up and long strides.

Thor gaped at the boy. Who was this person?!?

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“If you think mine (Outfit) is bad, you should have a little look at yourself.”

Artwork for FanFiction “The Island” By DarklingDarling on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28627503/chapters/70167348

Excerpt from story:

“You checking out my new get-up?”

Tony asked with a grin, twirling once on the spot with a wink. His eyes flicked over Loki then, his head cocking to the side.

“If you think mine is bad, you should have a little look at yourself.”

Tony chuckled, pulling another scowl from the god. Loki looked down, pursing his lips when he saw the state of his own dress. Gone was his fine sea-green suit and golden cape… and in its wake was a hideous black and white striped shirt that was three sizes too big, with a red sash adorning his hips, pulled tight at the waist. His pants were black, but the bottoms of them were cut jagged, creating an artificial tattered look. The worst was the shoes. Some kind of ugly brown sandal that exposed the milky white toes usually hidden in his boots.

“Give me your boots.”

Loki ordered, fixing Tony with a withering look. Tony took a step back, his eyebrows raising as his lips twisted into a wry smile.

“That’s all you have to say? We’re stuck on a strange island in the middle of nowhere, dressed in some kind of rip-off costume from a Disney pirate movie… and you want my boots?”

Tony scoffed, making Loki huff in annoyance.

“How bout I give you the boots… if you get us out of here? You can do your little magic thing, right? Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo us the hell out of here?”

#Fan art #fanfic inspired #digital art #digital painting #AO3 #loki #frostiron #tony stark #ironfrost #art #loki art #photo manipulation #photomanipulation

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Welcome To Asgard

FanFic by me “Complicated Arrangements”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30135339/chapters/74234508

A young Jotun Loki is sent to Asgard to prepare to be the spouse of Prince Thor of Asgard. Thor hates the blue abomination, but Loki is determined to succeed for the sake of his people. He struggles with cultural shock and gender identity, as he is dual gender. At home, they can take on whichever role they feel inclined to. He identified as more of a male likeness, But Asgard is determined to make him a female-like queen. But even so, Thor mocks him for being weak and feminine. Loki just hopes he survives the whole ordeal, without killing Thor and his gang. That would be ever so tragic.

#fanfic #fanfic art #art #loki #jotun #frost giant #digital art #digital painting #fan art #Jotun loki #juton!Loki #asgard #thor #Alternate universe #bifrost #rainbow bridge #crazylikethat #crazykz

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Artwork I made for a Fanfic I’m writing on AO3. This is after poor Neko Lokitty got in trouble and got his first punishment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28911279

Excerpt from the story, “Better to Be Dead Then Neko”:

Holding the chain leash that had been provided, Thor walked His new companion into their house. "So, this is home! I don't have a lot of supplies for Pets yet, but we can get more later." He detached the leash from the collar the elf had placed on him before they left. They had stopped by a vet on the way home, and leash with collar is a requirement in public areas. He had gotten shots, records made, and a tracking chip inserted. They also offered a complementary obedience disk, which they installed on His pet's neck. He had purchased a care manual, scratch post, a couple clothing items, a few toys, and a kennel. The kennel he chose resembled an old fashioned bird cage, tall with rounded top, only much bigger. Probably around four feet tall. He carried that to his room and hung it near his bed.

The kitten had wandered into the kitchen by the time Thor found him. Opening drawers and cupboards, he was pulling out random items and sniffing or licking them before tossing them behind him to the floor. "Oookay little guy, let's not do that." He pulled the Tupperware and tongs out of his hands and put it in the sink. Thor started putting away, and closing everything, all while shooing the kitten out. He hadn't finished yet when glass shattering caused Thor to run in the other room to see what happened. The kitty was looking at a shattered picture frame that had, untill recently, been hanging on the wall. "Ugh! NO! Pictures are NOT toys!" Becoming aggrivated, Thor stomped out of the room to grab a bag and gloves to clean up the glass shards. Once back, He groaned at the mischievous cat digging in a potted plant, all while dirt flew out onto the carpet. "NO! stop! We don't do that!" In frustration, He smacked the cats behind hard enough the kitty fell over. The starttled pet hissed and ran from the large man. Thor groaned, scooping up what dirt he could with his hands to put back in the pot. Once again searching for the Neko, Thor found him huddled into a ball under an arm chair. "Aww, come on out. I'm sorry. You can't dig in the plants, it hurts them and makes a mess." The Neko glared and hissed at him. Thor tried to pet him, but the kitten nipped his finger. "Ow! Jeez, I'm just tying to comfort you, brat. Come out." He reached in again, faster this time to grab his scruff, but got a deep scratch for his effort. The cat hissed again and pushed back further under the chair. "NO." the kitten growled at him. Thor’s brows rose in surprise at the obstinace. Narrowing his eyes in his growing anger, Thor spoke firmly. "If you don't come out, I will make you. I can't have a disobedient pet." The cat kept a defiant glare on the man. "...no...." Thor glared back at him. "Yes. Now. Or there will be consequences." Shifting his glare to the floor, the cat backed up more and shook his head. Thor growled in frustration. "Fine. You asked for it." He pulled out the remote and activated the obedience disk on a medium level. The Neko cried out in surprise and started to jolt from the electrical current, dropping to the floor and twitching while yowling. Thor lifted the chair, moving it out of the way. Picking up the writhing catboy, he walked to the bedroom. After Shoving the Neko into his cage and locking the door, Thor deactivated the disk. The cat shivered and twitched as his muscles started to relax. A random muscle twitching every once in a while. Scooting as far from Thor as possible, the kitten’s eyes were huge while warily watching Thor. He was murmuring repeatedly, but too quiet for Thor to hear, so he came closer to see if he could make it out. The little Neko hunched into himself as small as he could get, squeezing his eyes shut and turning away from Thor. "Shorryshorryshorryshorrymasershorrymasershhorryshorryshorry...." Thor pursed his lips, when the little thing let out a hiccup sob. Thor blew out a huge sigh of frustration. "Look, I'm sorry I punished you, but I can't have a disobedient pet. The manual said I can't let you get away with anything, because you will be testing the boundaries. I gave you several chances and you told me no. You are not allowed to tell me no. If I say to do something, you DO IT. Do you understand?" The kitten, still squeezing his eyes shut, nodded vigorously. "yeshmaseryesh,yesh,yeshshorrymaser, no shay no. shorrymasershorry,shorry" Thor's shoulder's slumped, not knowing what he should do next. "Well, I think you can just stay there for a while. Maybe it will help you remember, and you won't get into any more trouble while I go clean up your mess. Do you want to help me come up with a name for you later?" The little cat peeked an eye open and looked Thor's face over. "Yesh pweese."

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