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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[halfassed]

He drops a spoon onto the table. "Take a fucking bite. And anyway, the charcoal you ate before is not nourishing. I'm not going to let you starve yourself."

[dreamsofpoison]

He gives him a dirty look. He stabs the oatmeal with the spoon. He puts on the most disgruntled look as he eats. The first bite, he expects to be bland and flavorless, when it's not he tries to hide the look of surprise. It's still not great but it's not as bad as he expected.

After a few more bites he asks, seriously, "Why not?"

[halfassed]

Clint really, really doesn't want to examine his own motivations. He looks away, grits his teeth. "You're going to be a hell of a SHIELD asset." They can milk him for information for years. Even given the way he's no doubt planning on tricking and manipulating them. He trusts Fury to get it right.

Unfortunately, he doesn't think Fury trusts him.

[dreamsofpoison]

"Ah, of course," he says like everything suddenly makes sense. He sets the spoon down. There's still food left but he's stopped eating.

[halfassed]

"Don't do this." Don't do this to me. "If you're going to cooperate, then cooperate. If you're not, then don't."

[dreamsofpoison]

He pushes himself up from the table. "I am cooperating," he says with a sigh. "Not in the way you would like, I imagine," he forces a rueful smile, "Would you prefer complete obedience?"