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 gives a little shrug, he may not tie him to the ceiling this time. He gives a strange laugh. Nothing matters to him, how can he vow on anything? He appears to think it over. There must be something that is, at least, convincing if not true.

"Something that matters to me?" he echoes and starts to walk a slow circle in the open space of the main room. "Myself?" he asks, half in jest.

[halfassed]

"How about the All-Father?" That's supposed to bind sorcerers, right? Or something.

[dreamsofpoison]

"Very well," Loki says as he stops. "I vow on the All-father that I will leave in your care in two days time." He then gives him a look as if to ask how it sounded.

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"No no no," says Clint. "That you will go, in my care, to SHIELD." That's the deal.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki grins, strangely delighted that he caught that. "I vow on the All-Father's name that I will go in your care, to SHIELD in two days time."

Cooperating far too easily? Oh maybe a little.

[halfassed]

Cooperating way, way, way too easily. Clint doesn't like it at all, but he can't see any flaws with the vow, any loopholes. Two days, to SHIELD, in his care. Those are all the important things, right? Loki would break the vow if he disabled Clint or evaded him. Or if he didn't go to SHIELD.

Okay, he's going to have to accept it.

"Fine," he says. "Have your fun, then." He means for Loki to go frolic in the snow, or whatever.

[dreamsofpoison]

Well, he might frolic in the snow. Now he just grins. He does love to get his way, even if its not as planned.

And what does he do first? He motions for Clint have a seat.

[halfassed]

Moves stiff as a tin soldier, but he settles into one of the chairs, warily awaiting what Loki does next.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki sits across from him and studies him for a moment. "What would you like me to do?" he asks finally. Sure, he could just do what he wants but it's not nearly as fun with someone who follows every order without question.

[halfassed]

"You're the one who asked for two days." He's not giving any ground, on that one. He knows he has some leverage over Loki; even though his only bargaining chip is himself, he can still have some influence over Loki by offering his obedience.

Sends not entirely pleasant shivers down his spine, but what can you do.

[dreamsofpoison]

"I am," Loki admits, "and you agreed."

Another thoughtful look. "The Tesseract touches everyone differently. It reaches down and touches desires that lay hidden. It... exploits them. My desire to rule and--" he says with a pointed look at Clint, "your desire to follow. To complete your mission. You felt it, didn't you? That feeling of right. It didn't force you. No, it made you like it. It made you want to."

[halfassed]

They've covered this. The Tesseract affects everyone differently -- but it was still a drug. It still made them into slaves. Might have exploited what was already there, but it twisted it and warped it and turned natural tendencies to its own ends.

Clint hates that thing.

"So what?" he asks.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki just gives him a look like it's blindly obvious. "Not everything we did was for the cause," he says simply. He gets up then crouches in front of him. He reaches a hand out to touch where he stabbed him not too long ago.

"Does it still hurt?"

[halfassed]

No, not everything was for the cause. In fact, most of what Clint did was for Loki. His cause was Loki.

He flinches subtly away from Loki's touch. Reaches out to grasp Loki's wrist. "Yes," he says, shortly. "It does."

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki just gives him a warning look. He won't remind him of the agreement. He leans in closer to let his breath ghost over the area. "It will always hurt," he whispers but now it's like he's not talking about the injury anymore. "I cannot fix what was left behind no more than I can remove it from myself," he says, glancing to Clint's face.

[halfassed]

"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place." Applies equally to the stab wound and to... everything else. He doesn't let go of Loki's hand, but there's a shiver of reaction, prickling of his skin where Loki's breath touches it. Loki's proximity is also doing things to his cock. Things that Clint is not entirely comfortable with.

[dreamsofpoison]

"It is done and cannot be reversed," he responds with surprising softness. He glances to his wrist then tries to move despite his grip. If he can he'll rest his hand on Clint's chest.

He inches in a little closer, his free hand falling to one of Clint's knees to urge his legs apart.

[halfassed]

Oh, hell. Oh, hell, this isn't good. Can feel his heartbeat accelerating, but he can't bring himself to stop Loki from moving closer. He just lets Loki do what he wants. Eyes downcast, furious with himself, but staying still with Loki's hands on him.

[dreamsofpoison]

He inches ever closer to see just how far he can get. His crouch becomes a kneel by necessity. He would like that fact ignored, thanks.

Loki casts an amused glance between Clint's legs then back up to his face. This is no where near the type of intimacy they had under control of the staff. He leans close, face to face, he stays like that. Just waiting.

[halfassed]

Doesn't matter. They both know which way the power balance goes, and Clint's not dumb enough to think that a single act of kneeling could change that.

When it becomes clear that Loki isn't going to say anything, Clint leans down to push him away, a hand on Loki's collarbones. "I don't want to play games," he says, tightly.

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But Loki loves games. He lets out a chuckle. "I had to try," he says with a grin. He doesn't give up any of the space, he pushes back against him and if that isn't enough, he shoots a hand to roughly grab Clint's crotch.

"Now, now, remember I tried to play nice," he tells him. His other hand coming up to run through Clint's hair, it's an almost gentle touch compared what his other hand is doing.

[halfassed]

A hiss; he jerks back into the chair, and growls: "You know, I don't usually put out on the first date." He can play rough, too. And he will. Just as soon as Loki pushes a boundary that he definitely definitely shouldn't.

[dreamsofpoison]

Loki is fairly sure he's crossed a few dozen boundaries already. He keeps his hand where it is but changes the pressure to more of a caress.

"I asked what you wanted," he reminds him in a light tone.

[halfassed]

"Go play in the snow, for all I care."

But his body belies the reaction. Swells, under Loki's palm, and there's a flush on his skin. He wants to be the one in Loki's position. He wants to be the one kneeling.

[dreamsofpoison]

That, for some reason, really makes him laugh. He does wonder if the jotun blood will still turn his skin blue without powers. He hasn't attempted it for fear he would not change back to flesh tones.

He gives him on last firm squeeze then stands. His other hand, still in Clint's hair, gives him a few soothing pats then he steps away. His shirt is still open and covered in blood and it's like he noticed it for the first time. He strips it off and heads to the bedroom to get a new one.