for halfassed

[dreamsofpoison]

Just how and why Loki was back on Earth was a mystery. There had been no communication from Thor any Asgardian representatives. It wasn't obvious that Loki was back, in fact, his presence could have gone unnoticed if not for, well, mischief.

He'd somehow taken something belonging to one Clint Barton. Something very dear to him. His bow. Said bow now sat on a mantel above the fireplace in his current residence. It was a stone and log cabin. Lodge would be a more appropriate description. Logs make up A frame structures to support the roof. They also provide an excellent place to suspend someone from. Which inevitably happened when Barton followed the little trail of bread crumbs to find his bow and ultimately, Loki.

He's suspended near the fireplace, which is lit. Turned so he can see his bow sitting there on the mantel. He's hung high enough his toes barely brush the ground and apparently Loki took great care in securing his wrists in a specific type of cuff. The kind that would ensure he could keep him there for quite some time without much damage to his hands or wrists. He was stripped of his weapons and all his clothes save for his pants. Hence why he choose the beam close to the fire. It was the dead of winter outside.

As for Loki himself, he stood by the window, watching the snow fall and waiting for the subtle signs his captive has awoken. He's far removed from the armor and leather of before. Instead he's in simple mortal clothes but they still had a certain Loki-esque flair to them.

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Loki makes a thoughtful sound, he glances up to judge how much more his arms can take. Oh, it's very tempting to see how far he could get. Not himself inside but a finger perhaps.

For the moment moves his hand so Clint will have to pull himself up to thrust into it.

[dreamsofpoison]

He lingered just long enough to see him finish then he disappears into the bathroom. He lets the door close behind him then looks at it, considering locking it.

In the end, he leaves it as it is and gets in the shower.

[halfassed]

No, no. He bites his lip before he can whine at the loss of sensation, and -- he can't help it, he curls his arms in a weird sort of pull-up, and follows Loki's hand. That's what Loki wants him to do, and he knows he's playing right into Loki's hands -- literally -- but he couldn't stop himself, and he doesn't want to.

[halfassed]

Clint, on the other hand, wipes himself off on his still-damp towel, discards the soiled thing right in front of the door where Loki will have to step, and then starts on a search for clothes that he can wear. Maybe even his clothes, that would be nice.

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As for clothes, Clint's clothes are folded atop the dresser. There isn't much other clothing stored here. Loki certainly doesn't have much that is notably his. The majority of clothing looks like it came with the place.

Aside from the sound of running water, it's deathly quiet in the bathroom. Loki does reemerge several minutes later. He avoids the towel with a grimace. He heads over to the bed as pulls a blanket off it then moves into the main room. He wraps himself in the blanket and sits on the couch.

[halfassed]

There are new logs crackling in the fire. Smell of something cooking in the kitchen. Clint knows enough about himself to know that he needs to refuel, and better that he does it while Loki is otherwise occupied. He's making... some eggs, or a can of soup. Something basic.

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"That's it," Loki praises as he moves. He keeps his hand in that position and the only thing he does with it is squeeze slightly when Clint is fully in hand again.

"Come for me," he whispers, "Come and I will release you."

[halfassed]

Unbelievably, he does. All it takes is Loki's voice and the touch of his hand and Clint is coming. Sensation starting at the base of his cock and shivering all the way up his body; his eyes are closed, his expression tight, and he's turned away as though he could avoid facing what Loki has done to him.

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The smell is making Loki very hungry but he stubbornly stays where he is. Not that he's sulking, there just... isn't a point in trying to sleep if he's going to be awoken again.

So, he eyes the doorway to the kitchen hungrily.

[halfassed]

And Clint's just going to go ahead and eat at the table in the kitchen.

Because fuck you, Loki.

[dreamsofpoison]

"Good, very good," Loki praises. He ends up with some of it on his hand which he wipes off against Clint's chest. He slides back in front of him then presses the key to the cuffs against Clint's lips for him to take.

[dreamsofpoison]

Fuck you too, Clint.

Loki will eat eventually but after he's left the kitchen. Realizing he's staring at the food he tears his eyes away to look at something else. The fire is a good thing to stare at, right?

[halfassed]

God. Damnit.

He dangles, limp for a moment, key between his teeth -- and then he rallies. His arms are perceptibly shaking as he pulls himself up, shifts the key to his fingers, and manages to shove it in the lock. He unlocks it, and collapses, falling into a heap on the ground.

He's just gonna stay here for a little bit.

[halfassed]

"We're gonna work on this," says Clint, finally, standing in the doorway. "You want something, you ask for it. I get to decide whether or not I give it to you. Though maybe I should know better than to try to reason with you using my normal person logic."

[dreamsofpoison]

Predictably, Loki glares at him but relents. "I want something to eat," he says clearly. He doesn't betray any sign that he expects or doesn't expect to get what he wants.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki hasn't left, though he probably should disappear before Clint regains his strength. But that isn't part of the plan. He does still need him for something.

He does disappear for a short time then returns with a wet washcloth which he tosses at him.

[halfassed]

Half-assedly wipes himself down and tosses it right back at Loki. He just needs a few minutes to recover. Slides over to a chair and leans back against it, for now not really willing to stand up and go through the effort to get on it.

[halfassed]

Clint disappears into the kitchen. Re-appears, and sends a box of graham crackers flying at him. "Heads-up."

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Loki may be cursed with a mortal form but his reflexes haven't diminished. He catches the box, frowns at it, "Something better than this?" he ventures.

He peers inside the box and inspects its contents. He is hungry enough he might eat them anyway. All of them. Or get himself something better which was his intention to begin with.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki takes a seat near by and crosses his legs. He regards Clint for a few moments then speaks.

"I wish to turn myself in to SHIELD," he says like it's a natural bit of conversation.

[halfassed]

"There's soup in the cabinet. It takes three minutes to cook. Directions on the can."

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki laughs at that. He tosses the box on the cushion next to him. "Your game bores me," he says with a sigh. "Find your key and leave."

[halfassed]

"Nope. I'm bringing you in." He glances to Loki. "If you want to reduce the three-day timespan, that's okay with me."

[halfassed]

He breathes.

"What?"

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki sighs and comments, "I had hoped for a longer wait before my execution." He idly picks at the discarded box then finally pulls a cracker out of it and eats.