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The HURT ME Meme
For kinks of pain: physical and emotional.

WARNING: Prompts will contain sexual and violent content and triggers. Click with caution!

THE PHYSICAL:
1 - Slapping. Bare-handed: including spanking, face-slapping.
2 - Flogging. With a leather flog, as soft or hard as you want.
3 - Breathplay. Cut off their oxygen.
4 - Beating (soft). Leaving bruises and marks.
5 - Waxplay. Feels like a burn, but isn't.
6 - Biting. Use your teeth.
7 - Gunplay. It might be the hurt, or the threat of it.
8 - Bloodplay (soft). Just a few cuts…
9 - Sexual exhaustion. Forcing them just a little too far, until it hurts more than it feels good.
10 - Suspension. Bind them so they can't (or can only barely) touch the ground, and wait for it to do its trick.
11 - Dubious consent. Don't know if they want it or not.
12 - OTHER.

THE EMOTIONAL:
1 - Loss. You've taken away something they care about deeply, perhaps destroyed it - or killed someone close to them.
2 - Rejection. All they want is you. Best to crush their feelings into the dust.
3 - Humiliation. Take away their pride.
4 - Punishment. They've done wrong. Time to let them know exactly how.
5 - Revenge. They've hurt you personally, and you want to hurt them back.
6 - Deception. Use the truth, or a lie, to make them hurt.
7 - OTHER.

THE HEAVY:
1 - Beating (hard). Draw blood, leave scars.
2 - Whipping. As hard as you want.
3 - Choking. The hard side of breathplay.
4 - Burning/Branding. Leave your marks.
5 - Fisting. The whole hand.
6 - Oversize Penetration. Double, triple, or just larger than they can take.
7 - Mutilation.
8 - Amputation.
9 - Vore.
10 - Guro.
11 - Non-con. They don't want it, but you'll force the issue.
12 - OTHER.

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He shifts on his feet, and tries to pull away again--

"No."

That only prompts Loki to tighten his grip upon his younger counterpart, eyes narrowing. He's not letting him pull away, look away so easily. He'll see what time does to them, one way or another. "I knew it... empty threats will get you nothing, younger-self. Now be good and perhaps you will even get out of this unscathed."

"'Good'." He snorts. "When has Loki ever been 'good'?"

He tries to ignore the curl of-- something he can't identify, fear, maybe, or loathing? --in his stomach.

"Then tonight won't end very well at all for you, I'm afraid." Don't think he can't see that, Loki. Fear, loathing... he can only imagine what else is stirring inside of him.

It's why he steps closer, closes the distance just as he tightens his hand painfully tight.

"Though I thought that's what you desired... to be good."

Loki bites back the noise of pain that wants to come out; he has endured worse, and he will again, he is sure. Once again, his reflex is to pull away.

"'Not evil' is good enough," he replies. "Not malicious-- Though never orderly or cooperative." ...except, of course, when it suits his ends, but when has that not been the case?

"But evil is what we've always been..." He leans in then, to speak lowly against Loki's ear: "It's what we enjoy... Tell me you haven't desired revenge... I saw the way you looked at the All-Mother. Tell me you didn't desire to do more than merely walk away that day... you wanted them to burn, did you not? You wanted Asgardia to burn."

"Of course I did," he hisses through gritted teeth. "That doesn't mean I should take my anger towards them out on other people."

"Has that ever stopped anyone from taking their contempt out on you, Loki? Even when you were truly an innocent child, you were hated." And that little fool, before they killed him, had fought to clear his name... tried so hard to prove he was good...

And for what, in the end?

"Why should you give them any better?"

"Children shouldn't be held accountable for the misdeeds and prejudices of their parents, Loki. I don't owe them anything, anymore, and so let life without Loki be enough of a punishment." For all their messes he has cleaned up...

"Do you think life without Loki is indeed punishment for anyone at all?" He arches a brow. "That would imply some truly care about you enough to not be grateful for your absence."

"Life without Loki to clean up their messes, you mean," he counters.

"So is that your grand plan for revenge? To not clean up their messes any longer?"

"Who says I want revenge?" Of course he wants revenge. He just... Something. "I think leaving them to bury themselves is enough."

Can he pull away this time? He's certainly going to try.

"Are you trying to lie to me now, boy?" He laughs -- and yes, finally releases Loki, allows him to pull away.

"I know you desire revenge... something far darker than making them clean up their own mess. You want their blood, their tears. You want them to suffer for trying to fit Loki into a neat little box, yes?"

Loki takes another step back, to stay out of arms' reach.

"Fine, yes, I want the All-Mother to bleed, to regret ever listening to you, to weep bitter tears for what might have been," he snarls. "Does it make you happy to hear that?!"

"I knew you already desired it... do you forget we are one and the same? I'm not a shadow nor echo from your past, little Loki. I'm the you who will be. I know what you feel because I was there." And he had felt the same at one time, bitter and angry and lost... scared.

"I want you to realize how much easier, how much happier you will be, if you gave in to your nature. Why fight against it?"

"Because it is not the whole of my - our - being, and you know it." Loki's hands curl into fists as he leans in, teeth bared in what can almost be called a snarl. "I fight it because I refuse to be what they would have me be! You gave up! Gave in!"

That was it--

That frustrating arrogance, the way he was so sure of himself-- Loki was on him in a second, making a move to slam him against the closest wall. "I became what I desire, what I love."

The move is a surprise, and Loki can't keep back the pained sound at the impact; he's pretty sure that cracked a few bones. He doesn't stop though, doesn't let up--

"Of course you did. Just keep telling yourself that; I'm sure it soothes the pain of failure."

This time, Loki's hands come up to wrap around his counterpart's throat -- a momentary loss of control at that insufferable goading. "You arrogant little fool," he spits.

"Do you really think yourself so far above me?"

"Yes," he rasps, even as he brings a hand up to try and pry the other's fingers away from his throat. "I do."

Perhaps he shouldn't -- he should save the beatings for Thor, but those words spark a hatred in him, a fire that burns ever hotter, that it's entirely too much to resist drawing back his other hand to land a merciless punch to Loki's face.

And then another for good measure, of course.

"You are not. You have never been nor will you ever be."

"Oh, look. Now you have become Laufey, have become Asgard, lashing out when Loki says something that you don't like."

His voice is a little distorted by blood and pain that he cannot hide from himself. Loki grins anyway, wide and nasty, and bloodstained.

Loki collects himself, chuckles even at those words. Did Loki think they would hurt?

"And what are you, younger-self? You are me. What I am lurks beneath your skin, waits for the day that you will simply give in." He smiles.

"You will, you know. One day, Thor will curse your name, all of Asgard will turn on you yet again... No amount of sacrifice that our child self made will be enough to redeem our name."

Loki snarls.

"I despise the very idea."