Creed whipped his head back and flung his hair away from his face in response to the German who uttered his name. Helpless as he was, Sabretooth maintained the presence of a fearsome diety. The way he levitated off the ground, surrounded by a pillar of light, with his blonde strands taking their sweet time to fall behind his shoulders due to the absence of gravity, he looked like a reincarnation of some malevolent being in the process of sentencing one of His unfaithful subjects.
And as far as Creed was concerned, Kurt committed the ultimate transgression by slipping that collar on him.
He snarled once his narrowed eyes landed on the smaller man. And for a long, awkward moment, Victor said nothing to him. No witty insults or sarcastic quips. He leered at Kurt like a disgruntled teacher who pondered the most effective way to discipline one of their troublesome students.
Suddenly, he lifted his hand, and tapped two clawed fingers against the adamantium collar. “…You know I’m gonna get’cha back for this, right?” Then the mutant moved them slowly across the smooth circumference of the steel wrapped around his neck, from left to right.
It was anyone’s guess whether or not the simple gesture had no meaning behind it, or if Sabretooth threatened to actually cut Kurt’s throat if he ever managed to be free…