Hello everyone! After such a long time, I am back! I've been hit with some inspiration and figured I should write again. I'll come back to my other fics soon. Now, a brand new one. I hope you enjoy! Once again, like always, I do not own anything


Chapter 1

Clint held how bow close, watching out the window. He was at a safe house for now after a long mission. He wasn't sure when his pick up would be coming but he knew he would be home soon at Avenger Tower. At least, Clint wanted to be home before the Council decided to put him away. The Council was still angry about the whole Loki thing and they still wanted someone to pay for what happened in New York City. It didn't matter that Clint had helped save New York City. They wanted him. S.H.I.E.L.D. had done their best to keep the Council off him for as long as they could. Even the combination of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers wouldn't be able to stop the Council when they decided to take action. At this point, Clint knew he had two options, either be locked away for the rest of his life or be on the run.

A loud explosion echoed in the open field outside of the window caused Clint to grip his bow tighter, pulling an arrow from his quiver. He ducked by the wall, keeping the outside in his view at a tower of rainbow light hit the ground. The light ended, leaving a woman in strange clothing standing in the field. The woman turned, staring at the window before disappearing in fading green. Clint blinked at the empty space, lowering his bow slightly.

"No need for that, Hawkeye."

Clint jumped at the voice, leveling his bow at the intruder. "Who are you before I put an arrow through your eye?"

The woman smiled gently, as if he wasn't even threatening her. "You have spirit. I am here to help."

"I don't need help."

"Well, maybe not the help you think," The woman said. "I know you are in danger. You will either face life in prison or life on the run. Or even a worse possibility, death."

Clint lowered his bow slightly. "How do you know about that?"

"I know many things," The woman answered. "But Thor does speak of his team quiet often."

"You know Thor?" Clint asked.

She nodded. "Of course I do. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Frigga."

"You're his mother."

Frigga smiled. "Does Thor speak of me?

"Of course," Clint said, lowering his bow down and returning the arrow to his quiver. "He speaks highly of you."

"Thor speaks highly of all of you as well," Frigga said. "But I am not here to discuss how highly we are all spoken of. I am here for you."

"What about me?" Clint asked, gesturing to the living room, offering her a seat.

"I know that the Council will make a decision about your life within a week," Frigga said, sitting down. "I wish I could have done my plan at my own pace but they have forced my hand."

"What are you talking about? What plan?"

Frigga sighed. "Have much has Thor talked to you about our customs?"

Clint shrugged his shoulders. "Not too much. Or at least, I think he tried but he's not the best at explaining stuff."

"Loki was always better at words," Frigga smiled fondly. "As the future king of Asgard, Thor will need to take a queen. Our custom dictates that the mother chooses an Intended for him to accept or not. As Thor's mother, I have searched and watched his interactions with several people to determine who would be a good queen and who would make him happy."

"I'm sure you saw him with Jane Foster then," Clint smirked.

Frigga nodded. "I have but what I saw was platonic love. She also would not be able to cope with the duties of the queen. After her, I turned and watched his team, the Avengers."

"You think Natasha?" Clint gasped.

Frigga laughed. "Not all queens are female. There have been many male queens in the past. Plus, Natasha is a bit too head strong for Thor."

"Who did you have in mind?" Clint asked.

"I have chosen you, Hawkeye," Frigga answered.

"Me? I don't even know if I could make Thor happy! I'm just an archer. How could I even hope to be a queen?" Clint panicked, gripping his bow.

"I have known my son for a long time," Frigga said. "You do make him happy, even now. Given time, I believe you two would make a wonderful pair. And if not, he will do what he needs to do for Asgard for you would make a wonderful queen."

"I don't think..."

"A queen supports the king. Specially, we work in the shadows, similar to how you look from above to protect," Frigga said. "With time, you will make a great queen."

"And how would this help with my situation with the Council?" Clint asked.

"If Thor would to accept you as his Betrothed, you would be considered a citizen of Asgard and under out protection," Frigga said.

"So I would basically be a foreign diplomat?"

"I believe that would be correct," Frigga smiled.

"And if Thor doesn't want me?" Clint asked, his voice fading a little.

"I have some other options available to me to protect you. But you are welcome to stay in Asgard for however long you want," Frigga offered.

Clint stared down at his bow. "I have some people to talk to..."

"I would keep those informed at a minimum," Frigga said. "If you must, I would talk to Natasha and the Director Fury. It would be smart to have someone informed of your location just in case."

"I..." Clint breathed, unsure of what to say. "Thank you."

"You are welcome," Frigga smiled, placing a hand on his knee. "I must return to Asgard but I will return in three days for your answer. I hope you will come with me next time."


Author's Note: Hello again! So, just to make some things clear here, everything is cannon up to the first Avenger's movie. I'm kind of ignoring everything after. If not, I'll let you know. Also, just for a reference, Clint has a crush on Thor but has never said anything and Thor's love for Jane is platonic, for obvious reasons. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Until next time!