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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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Something goes thunk in Clint's brain at that thought. Should've seen that one coming. He grits his teeth; god damn if it doesn't make his sexual desire surge.

He gulps down the last of the eggs and slides under the blanket again, next to Loki. Maybe hoping to hide the slight boner that he got from that thought. Oh god, what if Loki had him go down on -- him? her?

"I don't even know what I'm talking about here," says Clint. "But I have this weird feeling that you have something specific in mind that you do or don't want to tell me, and if you're so sick of talking, maybe you could stop beating around the bush."

"It's possible I am pregnant," Loki says flatly. He's sitting up under the covers warped around him. "It would explain why I wasn't completely turned into a human. Why my skin changed and why I have only enough magic to cover it up."

"What."

It takes him a very long moment to realize he said that aloud. And a longer one to actually parse the words. Pregnant. Loki might be pregnant. Loki might be pregnant and exactly where the hell is he hiding a womb?

Clint truly, deeply wants to go somewhere else and just absorb this news, but there's not much alternative to here, unless he wants temperatures below the approximately 40-50 that this room wavers between.

A kid. Clint never wanted kids. No, that's not true. He entertained a sort of weird, distant fantasy about being married and being happy, but never really accepted that as a viable outcome to his line of work. He can't be a good dad and a master assassin at the same time.

Would he even be a dad to this thing? This half-Frost Giant, half-human -- this happened in mythology all the time, right? Clint has to reread that shit.

He turns over onto his back, and attempts to absorb this news.

Loki just stares at him. Huh. It appears he broke him. "I have an illusion in place that helps conceal it," he reiterates, "so I appear fully male."

"No kidding."

He takes a long breath.

"Well, we can't run to the drugstore and get you a pee-stick, so -- when will we know?" It seems to him that Loki's fragility has taken on a whole new aspect, a new dimension. He's a stick of glass. He's a piece of ice. And Clint can not let him shatter.

He feels very, very strongly about this.

Of course, Loki still thinks of himself as far from fragile, even with the loss of his powers. "When I start to show, I imagine," he says, "I do not bleed with regularity." Yep, Loki just told you about his period. Loki.

He shifts to laying back down next to him. He watches him a moment then reaches for his hand and guides it between his legs. He'd rather get this part over with on his terms than the alternatives. The illusion dissipates, leaving his strange mix of anatomy. His balls hug much closer to his body, almost internal, in fact they retract into his body during intercourse. Below that, an opening to a vagina. He even has a clitoris, tucked higher up, closer to his penis.

His palm cups the smaller testicles, and then his fingers find Loki's clit. Realizes what it is as soon as he touches it, and he says, "Sorry," because that was probably too rough. He continues more gently, brushing his fingers down Loki's vulva, finding the entrance to his vagina.

His heart is beating too quick. Kind of getting an erection from feeling how different Loki is, in fact. Touching this part of him makes Clint want to swear devotion or do something stupid like that. Loki's body might be home to a kid.

Though Loki instigated this he's not entirely comfortable either. His legs shift uneasily. His breathing starts to speed up and there is a small shiver when his clit is touched.

"It's possible," he repeats.

Clint, weirdly, is pretty sure about it now. If Loki had wanted to use this to manipulate him, he would've done it straight away. Loki's hesitation, to his mind, means that Loki doesn't want it to be true, which means that Loki is probably fooling himself on the chances, anyway, and besides he smells so good.

Clint gives in to his impulse, and nuzzles Loki's shoulder, inhaling. His finger quests a little bit deeper, hoping for a little bit of wetness.

"Loki." His throat is dry. "This is... really sexy." What the hell.

"What?" he blurts out.

Not the sort of response he's used to. Most prefer that he pick a gender then alter the rest of his body accordingly. Which was always easy with his shape changing powers. Without them he's stuck in this half state, even if he has an illusion to cover himself.

In any event, Loki is a bit wet and he squirms at the introduction of a finger. That part of him doesn't typically see a lot of action.

What did he care about Loki being normal? None of this was normal, and Clint had already broken preferences once for this. This is Loki drifting closer to what Clint usually wants, not farther away.

He doesn't penetrate Loki, just skims his finger back and forth, spreads the moisture. Doesn't venture any further, and, in fact, once he realizes how much this is turning him on, he withdraws. Touches his palm to Loki's belly, as though he'd be able to feel the presence of a fetus there. Ridiculous.

He pulls his hand away.

"This is all a little much."

Loki's jaw tightens, it feels good, he won't deny that it does little to dispel his unease. "I agree," Loki says sharply. He edges away a few inches. Clint's change in behavior does get him closer to his goals but he it leaves Loki with a strange feeling he's not sure he likes.

"I am not a woman," he feels the need to say.

"No kidding."

He's not an idiot.

Even if part of him is pushing in the other direction right now -- yeah, you are, you're a mother.

He can't take the lead in this. He doesn't know the first thing about gods, or people who are male and female, or Loki, or magic. He can't be the one to reassure Loki.

"If you are," he says, "pregnant, I mean, then are you going to let me...?" Have anything to do with it? "Or are you going to just take it away to the Chitauri or something?"

Loki pushes himself up and glares at Clint. "The Chitauri will never have anything of mine ever again," he spits. He seems surprised by his own outburst. A sigh then he continues calmly. "We may not have a say in its fate," he says solemnly.

He looks thoughtful for a moment then moves over to straddle Clint's hips. He reaches out to cup the side of his face possessively. "I would do more than let you," he says, somehow making it sound menacing.

From zero to completely embarrassed, because he's still got half an erection, and Loki's tone makes that rapidly reverse direction and stop softening.

"Okay," he says. "I'd like that." Simply stated, but true.

Loki glances down obviously noticing the return erection. "How long were hard?" he asks with an amused look on his face. His hand on his face draws downward to catch his chin and tilt his head back.

He lets Loki tilt his chin up. Figures, what the hell, might as well go for honesty. Loki seems to like that. "Basically since you had me touch you."

"Ah, I see," he says like he hadn't realized. Maybe a part of him hadn't.

He gives a little twitch of his hips. "Then touch me again," he says in a half suggestion, half order.

His hand is in motion before Loki has finished speaking. And then he jerks to a stop, like, seriously, is this happening? And then he moves again. And then hesitates again. And then -- he touches.

Loki is wetter, now, and his thumb slides along Loki's vulvae. It is hot as fuck. He feels all stretched tight and breathless inside, anticipating and craving.

Yeah, he's going to be hard as a rock. Very, very soon.

He slides a finger a little bit of the way into Loki's body. A warm, damp grip around him.

His hand pulls away, and he tentatively pulls it out from under the blankets and darts a tongue out to taste. Not looking at Loki, not watching Loki's reaction, just he really, really wants to go down on Loki right now. He wants to touch and taste and feel where Loki's body opens up. God does he ever.

A little smile crosses his lips as he sees the hesitation then him actually do it. Loki lets out a breath then eases off of him and on to his back. Oh, and he likes this feeling. He feels like he's back in control and not that nauseating helplessness he was feeling.

"Now," he says, lifting the blankets up so Clint can see down there. "Use your mouth."

Fucking mindreader.

Clint is on it, like a good soldier. Like a good, very horny soldier. He moves down and braces himself on his knees. Dark in here, but he knows his way by feel. He pulls Loki's legs up onto his shoulders and tilts Loki's pelvis up and parts the lips with his thumbs and draws his tongue all along his slit, up to the clit. Presses the flat of his tongue against that, and then returns down, pressing his mouth against Loki to lick inside of him.

Clint isn't alone in feeling this shit after all. This is a place that Loki keeps hidden, doesn't let people touch or see, and Clint is here going down on him on Loki's word.

Loki lets out a slow breath. There's a slight shiver through him at the first contact of his tongue. His legs shift open further, then one of his heels dig into Clint's back when his tongue goes inside him. He lets out a hiss of sensation.

Soon his hips start to twitch against him. One of his hands finds its way down to grip at his hair. His other hand ghosts down his own cock once.

It's warm here, close, difficult to breathe, but none of that matters. None of it matters at all, because Loki is touching himself, he's twitching up against Clint's tongue and digging heels into his back. Clint redoubles his efforts, all precision and strength and devotion. He licks, gently sucks Loki's clit between his lips, then returns lower. Hands supporting Loki's ass. It's messy, and it's hot, and Clint makes an executive decision that Loki's use your mouth meant only his mouth, and that makes him even hotter. Loki can use him like this any time he wants.

Well, Loki isn't complaining about that decision at all. There's a two fold high he gets from this. One is strictly the power of it, a stronger feeling that it was with the scepter because here Clint could stop, if he wanted. Of course, the other is obvious.

Loki's thighs begin to shake the closer to orgasm he gets. He's not used to oral there. Not that he hasn't had it before, it just wasn't often. His hand starts to move over himself in hard pulls, to produce a lovely contrast in sensations. "Yes," he draws out into a moan. He's gotten very close very quickly.

Clint's fingers dig into Loki's thighs, and he makes a sound, a low vibration into Loki. Loki's going to come apart, over him and around him. Loki's hand tugging on his hair -- he backs off, as Loki gets very, very close, and he moves to Loki's clit, and tongues it slowly and softly to push Loki just barely over the edge.

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