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Loki ([personal profile] dreamsofpoison) wrote2012-08-21 07:31 pm

for halfassed

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.
halfassed: (don't like what I'm seeing)

[personal profile] halfassed 2012-08-22 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
He'd kept it to himself. Nat probably suspected something, but to Clint, this shit is private. He was never satisfied with the way Loki was punished, and he'd never told her the extent of the mind-bending way Loki had treated him. For God's sake, those few days in Loki's service were the best days of his life -- or, at least, some of the happiest.

So he takes his vacation days -- which is suspicious, but fuck it -- and walks out, suck and tired of the bullshit of everyday life in SHIELD, blah, blah, and follows the breadcrumbs. He's getting his damn bow back. He likes that one. He made that one. Or at least had a big hand in designing and crafting it. It's his. And Loki can't have it.

He has enough time to think through his plan. Enough that he decides he really shouldn't have one. Loki is unpredictable, and who's to say what he's like once he's been through Asgardian justice. Maybe he's been brainwashed himself. Maybe he's been stripped of his powers. Maybe he's only got one leg now. Clint doesn't know, and it's stupid to plan. So he has a few ideas, makes sure that he knows the area, makes sure that he's got some weapons stashed away.

And then he waltzes into Loki's trap, because this timeline is already too long, and he wants to get things moving.

Thus, he's not entirely surprised when he blinks himself to consciousness dangling from the ceiling.

Cuffs are comfy, though. Nice. He's used to the more torturous we-don't-care-how-much-carpal-tunnel-you-get kind.

Hey! That's his fucking bow!

"So," says Clint, "Option A is that you just give me the bow, let me go, and I'll ... well, actually, I'll shoot your face off, so that's probably not ideal, from your point of view. It is quick, though, so I'll let you decide."