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dreamsofpoison) wrote2012-08-21 07:31 pm
dreamsofpoison) wrote2012-08-21 07:31 pm
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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.
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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He's already retreated back under the blankets actually feeling cold for once. He's still resistant but he can feel it.
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"If you let me," he adds about the fucking. He's too exhausted right now to do much of the work in that regard.
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He settles on top of the blanket, and brushes Loki's hair back from his forehead. His hand hesitates briefly in the air, like he's afraid he'll get burned. But he touches the cool sweat, warms Loki's cold skin.
"Thanks for the wood," he says. "I mean, the kind that you burn. Not the kind that happens in your pants."
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"If I am to survive in this mortal form I will need the warmth," he says with many reasons left unsaid.
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He shrugs himself away, and reluctantly slips under the blankets.
"Well, your personal space heater has arrived, Sir Loki."
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SHIELD catching them? That would not be good. As time goes on, Clint will become more cautious.
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He's somewhat disappointed. He'd love to see the look on Fury's face but no matter. It is about time he tested the true limits of his new found control. Well, that and torment him. "Before then," his voice lowers, "I want you to watch me fuck myself desperate on whatever I can find." He edges in closer, "Then I will fuck you until you beg." He makes a little growl of a sound and tries to mouth at his neck.
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"Give a guy a little recovery time?" but his words are weak.
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