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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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Oh, biting is definitely the order of the day. Jaw's the strongest muscle in the human body, and Clint will draw blood. (Unless Loki's skin is impenetrable. In which case this is going to suck for his next dental bill.)

He jerks his head to the side, trying to dislodge the key.

He hisses through his teeth. Yes, it hurts to be bitten. Suddenly this seems like not the best idea but then again it's still going well over all. His skin isn't that impenetrable it seems. Blood is drawn. Loki looks less than pleased but he did release the key into his mouth.

"Do not think you won't pay for that," Loki tells him as he looks over his fingers. He then seems randomly amused by something and jumps down. As soon as he hits the floor his hands go to Clint's pants where he starts to remove them.

The taste of Loki's blood expands on his tongue like wine. Fine wine.

Clint hates wine, but there's something compelling about this. He thinks he could get used to it. Key goes between his teeth, and he hauls himself up again, muscles starting to feel the strain. This is going to hurt like a motherfuc--

And then Loki's hands are on his pants, and Clint makes a startled noise, and almost swallows the key. Almost, but a bit of old-reflex cleverness takes over, and he lets it fall into his cheek. He coughs, curses, as though he actually had swallowed it.

This'll be good. This way, he'll be able to take Loki by surprise.

Just a little chuckle from Loki at his cough. What happened to the key now was up to Clint, Loki just intends to make it as difficult as possible to use it. Whether he swallowed it or not.

He carefully removes Clint's pants and underwear. It was a funny thing, really. When he had absolute control over him he never saw him without his clothes, when he could have ordered them off at any moment. He gives his length a fleeting touch just to see what kind of reaction he would get.

He's back with his toes barely touching the ground again. Manages to support a little of his own weight that way, and, really, the comparisons to when he was brainwashed are unavoidable. Loki liked him better that way. So what the hell is all of this?

He should have given that more thought. Loki's motivations. Why he wanted Clint here, not just how Clint was going to get out with the bow. Cause now Clint has to figure it out while Loki's hands are drifting perilously close to the family jewels. He remembers servitude viscerally, the aching pleasure in his veins the closer he got to pleasing Loki. It's not the thrill he gets from carrying out a mission properly. It's the thrill he always dreamed he would get. It's the thrill he always wanted.

He shifts, uncomfortably.

"If I said 'hands off the family jewels', would it make any difference?" He just needs an opening. Needs for Loki to look away or go get some torture device, and then he'll have the chance to open the cuffs. If he gets his hands on the bow, he'll be able to get out of here.

He doesn't answer right away but at the mention of family jewels he lets his hand drift to cup his balls briefly. He makes a small approving sound then his hand moves away completely. He smiles. "It could," he concedes, then that grin is back, "I do not have to use my hands." His whole face lights up. He'll just let Clint fill the blanks there.

He is no longer touching him down there but his hands aren't idle either. His hand that was bitten drifts up to Clint's chin. He looks like he's trying to discern if he still has the key. His eyes narrow.

"Open your mouth."

Clint's actually pretty good at hiding things like this. He spent a fair portion of his life being mercilessly verbally abused by a very talented magician, and one doesn't come away from something like that without picking up a few tricks.

"I will puke," says Clint, "all over you." The muscles of his cheek don't bulge around the key, nor does he talk with any particular slurred words.

Oh, Loki shouldn't be having this much fun. He laughs again. "How charming," he comments. It is tempting to make a bird joke. "But I am afraid I must insist."

He brushes one of his bitten fingers over Clint's lips, smearing some blood in its wake. He is asking for another bite but that seems to be the idea.

One doesn't come. Clint's not an idiot, he's not going to fall for it that easy.

But his tongue flicks out. Brushes his lip. Seems he wants more of a taste of that blood -- he likes the thought that he's wounded Loki, broken his skin, exposed a part of his insides to the light. He bleeds red, just like every other fucking person on the planet.

He runs his fingers over his lips again. This time, he tries to part them but not push between his teeth. If he has the key still and is concealing it, how much will he allow to keep it concealed?

Time for misdirection. "Oh, yes. Gods can bleed. Do you enjoy that thought, Barton?"

He jerks his head away. "I've seen you bleed before." Not much, of course. Loki tended to get banged around and stand up with his hair maybe a little messy. But after the Hulk -- after the Hulk, there was blood.

Screw this. Loki's about to find the key. Loki's not an idiot, either.

So his elbows bend and he spits the key into his hand, twisting it to the lock. C'mon, c'mon, turn, you damn thing, turn...

"Not much," Loki corrected.

He steps back abruptly when he tries to free himself. Yet again, he laughs. Like luring him here was the best decision of his life. Or at least, the most entertaining. Then the bow is back up and drawn taut. This time there is an arrow. He waits for Clint to notice then says, "Do continue. Slowly."

...well, Clint's going to go ahead and take him literally. There's always the chance that Loki's just taunting him, that he's saying do continue and actually meaning stop right there, but Clint has always been a letter-of-the-law kinda guy. He continues right on, leisurely as you please, and if Loki's going to shoot him, go right ahead.

"Sure thing," says Clint.

If he isn't stopped, he'll release the cuffs and let his weight rest on the balls of his feet, easing his shoulders into a stretch.

He did mean it literally. His aim remains trained on him as he lowers himself. "You are free to go," he tells him, "Though I will be keeping this."

Sorry, Clint. He and your bow really have something special going on here.

After a pause he adds, "And your clothes."

"No," says Clint. "You won't."

Statement of fact. You want him to be embarrassed, Loki? Humiliated? He's not ashamed of his body, and he's not afraid of you.

"I'm pretty sure you're not gonna shoot me anyway," says Clint. "If only you had your glowstick, you could get what you really want." He just has to push, until Loki goes unstable, goes erratic. Then it's up to Clint to try and get out before Loki can fuck him up too badly.

Yeah. Great plan.

Loki knows instinctively what he's doing. Trying to press him until he cracks. It would be an good plan if he knew the right buttons to press. Unfortunately, Clint picked the wrong one.

His aim changes abruptly and he lets the arrow go. He aims for his arm. Provided Clint didn't do anything stupid, it shouldn't hit anything vital.

"Could I?" he asks whimsically in the aftermath.

Clint goes down like a sack of rocks. Little grunt of pain as he lands on his ass, as some of the air is forced out of his lungs. It's deeply, truly painful, but he guesses he should probably just be grateful that wasn't a poison tip or an explosive tip or something equally creative from his quiver. Just an ordinary arrow.

"Should've gone for the leg," he says, tightly. "I'm not much good when my arm's out of commission." He's dripping blood onto the floor, but he's as controlled as he can be. In fact, he becomes more controlled when he's wounded.

That seems to amuse him, the critique of location. He sets the bow aside on the mantel. He turns to carefully and steps closer. He lets out a put out sigh. Such a mess to clean up.

He stoops and hooks an arm around his good one to pull him back to his feet. "Do try not to pass out," he says and points him toward a chair to sit in. Whether he sits or not Loki leaves him. A second later he tosses something at him, a dishtowel.

"I had hoped I not need to use this," he comments as he opens a box on the table.

"Right. So sorry for making you shoot me."

His eyes are on the bow, not on Loki. He wants it back. He wants it in his hand, even if he can't shoot. He feels like a bird without wings, hopping around aimlessly.

Loki comes back with what passes for an Asgardian First-Aid kit. It's still obviously a First-Aid kit however. He pulls up a chair and surveys the damage done by his arrow.

"You did quite well with the key," he offers in a sort of praise but no apology.

"Thanks a billion."

Loki's never treated him before. The few injuries he sustained in service he patched up himself, and none of them were really major enough to worry about. Bruises and bumps. He's not looking forward to having Loki's hands on him, mostly because, secretly and contradictorily, he's kind of looking forward to having Loki's hands on him. He kind of wants to go to his knees and kiss Loki's hands and proclaim love.

It's a thoroughly weird urge, and Clint can only assume that Loki didn't bother to take all the furniture and knick-knacks when he moved out of Clint's head.

"Should've done a pre-nup," he says. "I get the bow in the divorce, you get all that shit you put in my head. Would've worked out for both of us. Now we're just going to have to get lawyers, and fight over the kids, and it'll be a big mess."

Edited 2012-08-22 21:50 (UTC)

Loki actually has quite a bit of experience patching up idiots. You gain it quickly by growing up with someone like Thor. "This will hurt. Immensely," he warns. His attention first is on the arrow head. Luckily it can just be screwed off and discarded. He grabs Clint's hand on the uninjured side, puts a wad of cloth in it then guides it to his arm. Next he holds out a piece of wood Clint can bite down on. He waits to see if he'll accept it before doing more.

He doesn't take it.

"This is not my first time."

A little chuckle and he sets the piece of wood aside. "Well, then," he says smoothly. He grips the shaft firmly then pulls it free in one swift motion.

It's tossed aside immediately. Loki then picks up a couple packets of something out of the kit. One with some sort of dry powder and the other with liquid. The powder spreads into each side of the wound then he adds the liquid to each side. It has the double effect of sterilizing the wound and closing it but not healing it. He did have something that would heal it completely but he wasn't going to waste it on such a minor injury.

Getting real tired of Loki's laughter, but he grits his teeth and ignores the scream of agony from within his arm and then -- yeah. Much better. He figured there was some kind of magic in there.

"I know it," he says, and he twists in the chair, and punches Loki as hard as he possibly can right in the nose.

His logic is as follows: Loki has magical healing things.

Loki knew he had magical healing things when he shot Clint.

Thus, Clint's original hypothesis was correct, and Loki doesn't actually want him injured. As such, Clint can deck Loki one in the face without risking his own actual neck.

it remains to be seen if his theory is the correct one.

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