“Wha—” Summer’s cry of surprise is choked off almost immediately by the satin gag that loops itself into her mouth. She reaches up to scrabble at the fabric and is stopped by the silk twining itself around her wrists, the sight of it blocked by the velvet blindfold wrapped over her eyes. Senses down to touch and sound and empathy, she freezes in place under Loki’s hand, the soft black velvet collar and lead latching into place about her throat. Only the fact that her mind recognises this Loki keeps her from lashing out with fire as she shudders under his mouth.