[ loki can't help the shameful whine that escapes, his adam's apple bobbing. his thighs continue to tremble, struggling to keep upright while loki grasps thor's hair, sharp and painful. but he is given a dare and loki loathes losing to anyone. ]

And — And you would effortlessly hold me against the wall, caging — caging me with your arms. I wouldn't be able to touch myself.