Again, Loki laughs. A true laugh, not quite like the ones before it. "You wish me to show you?" his voice is truly amused. "I drew your bow quite easily, would you like me to do so again?"
Oh, a wicked thought crosses his mind. A beautiful thought. Oh, it was perfect.
He jumps up with surprising agility to grab hold of the beam next to him. He hefts himself up with ease and straddles the beam. There is a mischievous glint in his eyes which surely can't be a good thing. He stretches out on the beam like a cat. Looking up, he's more or less directly above Clint. Oh, he is grinning.
From his pocket he produces a key. The key to cuffs to be specific. He toys with it between his fingers then holds it level with Clint's bound wrists. "Show me."
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Oh, a wicked thought crosses his mind. A beautiful thought. Oh, it was perfect.
He jumps up with surprising agility to grab hold of the beam next to him. He hefts himself up with ease and straddles the beam. There is a mischievous glint in his eyes which surely can't be a good thing. He stretches out on the beam like a cat. Looking up, he's more or less directly above Clint. Oh, he is grinning.
From his pocket he produces a key. The key to cuffs to be specific. He toys with it between his fingers then holds it level with Clint's bound wrists. "Show me."