AN: So, this is the sequel to Fire and Ice. I have an idea for the general plot but not the whole story so I don't know how often I'll update. Thank you all so much for liking my previous Loki stories! Thank you also for the reviews, favorites, and follows. For those of you who are reading this that haven't read Loki's Match or Fire and Ice, you probably won't understand this story. If you're interested, please read my other stories, it would be awesome =] I think that's it for now. I hope you like!

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Chapter One:

Loki was pacing the living room of the apartment of his former mind control slave, Clint Barton. Loki's hands were clenched into fists, his breathing was rapid and shallow, and his heart rate was sky high. Loki was dressed in his usual Asgardian garb; all green leather and golden horns. The god was overwhelmingly nervous. Waverly had been captured by The Other. Loki honestly felt as if he was going to throw up. Waverly was the only person in all of the nine realms that he cared about, the first woman he had actually loved, and he couldn't think of being without her. If The Other had her, she was in grave danger. Loki wouldn't even allow himself to think about what The Other might do to her. He couldn't bear it. So instead, he found comfort in his usual sarcastic commentary.

"Good lord Barton, you take longer than a woman to get ready."

Clint stuck his head out from his bedroom. "You can cut the attitude, Loki. I can save my sister by myself."

Loki rolled his eyes but remained quiet while Clint finished getting ready. The two of them were preparing to steal a SHIELD hyper-jet, an aircraft capable of space travel. Yes, Loki god of mischief and Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye were teaming up to steal one of Fury's planes. In addition, Clint was going to retrieve Loki's scepter from the weapons vault. Fury had been adamant that Loki was to be separated from his weapon. Why was Clint going against his agency in such a massive way? His sister's life was at stake and Fury's plan was not to his, or Loki's, liking. The director had insisted that instead of immediately jumping into action, which The Other was counting on them to do, they should form analyze their situation, propose a rescue strategy, and then jump into action. The rest of the Avengers and an assortment of SHIELD agents agreed with Fury's plan. Loki argued until he was blue in the face, but to no avail. Clint understood the validity of Fury's plan, but this was his little sister. The girl he practically raised. He was not going to take any chances with Waverly. So, Clint and Loki devised their own scheme. The archer and the kind-of-maybe-reformed Loki decided to team up and take matters into their own hands.

In was midnight the night after Waverly had been kidnapped. Neither Loki nor Clint had slept since she had been captured, and both were rather irritable. Still, nothing was going to deter them from their mission. As soon as Clint finished suiting up and gathering the arrows and other equipment he would need for this trip, he was going to return Loki's scepter. Then, the two of them were going to steal a hyper-jet and take off from the roof of Avengers Tower, plotting a course to the desolate moon that was The Other's home. They would take turns sleeping and flying the jet so that both would be rested and ready for battle when they reached The Other.

For now though, Loki had to wait while Clint prepared himself. Loki, tired of pacing, finally dropped onto Clint's sofa. Loki had never been in the archer's apartment and it was interesting to see where Waverly's brother lived. Since he had controlled Clint what felt like ages ago, Loki knew all of the intimate details of the SHIELD agent's mind. Still, it was intriguing to see his apartment. The place was organized chaos. There was a pile of clothes on an armchair, various piles of magazines, mail, and other important documents on the coffee table, and an assortment of utility belts, old bows, combat boots, and arrows littered around the floor. At first glance, the apartment looked like what Loki would expect from any master assassin. But, after taking a closer look, Loki could see some personal touches that showed Clint's true identity. In the attached kitchen, there was a photo of the archer with his sister hanging on the refrigerator and on an end-table, a picture of Natasha. She was smiling a genuine smile. Loki guessed it was one of the few pictures that depicted the Black Widow with anything resembling a human emotion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Loki but was only a few minutes Clint emerged from his bedroom ready to go. His bow was in his hand and his quiver of high tech arrows slung over his shoulder. He had another small bag with other necessary tech.

"You ready?" Clint asked Loki.

Loki bit back a sarcastic remark and instead simply said, "Yes, may we be off?"

Clint nodded. "First thing's first, we gotta get your spear. Follow me." Clint led Loki out of his apartment. The two odd companions then made their way down into the depths of the tower, towards the weapons vault. While they walked, Clint told Loki the plan to get the god's scepter.

"If you cast an illusion of yourself down in the corridor, the guards outside the vault will take off after you. I'd incapacitate them but it would alert Fury to our motives sooner than I'd like."

Loki nodded in agreement. The plan was sound, not that he had any doubts. He had been in the archer's mind and knew how it worked. Clint was exceptional at his line of work. Sneaking out of the tower with the scepter in tow was all too easy for the experienced agent.

Clint continued with the plan as they descended down the elevator. "I've got clearance to the vault so I'll let you in. I'll keep watch while you grab the glow stick of destiny and then we'll head to the roof."

"Understood," Loki said. "Then you shall take the first round of flying while I attempt to sleep. When I wake, you'll show me how to operate the aircraft and we will switch positions."

"That's pretty much it," said Clint. "You have any idea what we're gonna do once we actually get to The Other."

Loki's voice was deadly quiet when he answered. "I plan to kill him quickly, without so much as a hint of mercy."

Clint smirked. "For once, I'm glad you have homicidal tendencies."

Loki returned the smirk. "As you should be."

The trek to the weapons vault occurred without incidence, as Clint knew it would. The night guards would be stationed down here, but other than that, the tower was silent for the night. Clint was still in the lead as he led Loki down the corridor. Clint still couldn't comprehend that he had teamed up with the psychopath that had controlled his mind and forced him against SHIELD, but then again, this was Waverly. Clint would do anything to protect his sister, and he knew Loki would too. So now, Clint was about to engage in massive subordination with SHEILD's most wanted criminal. Clint smiled. This might actually be fun… ya know, if it wasn't for his sister being in mortal danger.

As they neared the weapons vault, Clint signaled for Loki to stop. The two stuck to the shadows and Clint instructed Loki to send an illusion of himself down the hallway. Clint watched in amazement as Loki created a perfect duplicate of himself just by waving his hand. Clint still had trouble believing that magic was real. Aliens, okay. Eight other realms, sure. But magic? Still, the proof was right before Clint's eyes. He watched the Loki illusion strut arrogantly down the hallway, much like the real Loki. Sure enough, this alarmed the two guards stationed on either side of the massive steel door that opened into the weapons vault.

"Hey!" Clint heard the first guard shout. "You're not authorized to be down here."

The Loki illusion walked past the two guards without a care. The second guard took off after it. "Stop! I order you to freeze!"

Within seconds, the first guard took off as well. Clint smiled. All too easy. He beckoned for Loki to follow him and then took off at a run down the corridor. With a swipe of his I.D. badge and a quick retina scan, the vault door slid open.

Loki rushed inside and Clint peered down the hallway to make sure the two guards hadn't discovered their ruse.

It was a few short minutes, but to Clint they were agonizing. If Loki didn't hurry up, no doubt the guards would discover that the Loki they were chasing was an illusion and then be hauling ass back to the vault.

Finally, Loki emerged with his spear in hand. "Shall we be off?"

Clint didn't waste time answering. He slid the door back along its track and it shut with a resounding 'thud.' Then, Clint took off at a sprint back towards the elevator. Loki was at his heels. Once in the elevator, Clint punched the button for roof access. Clint and Loki were both silent as the elevator ascended. In less than a minute, there was a 'ding' signifying that they had reached their destination. The doors slid open and Clint and Loki rushed out. No doubt they could be seen on the towers' security cameras and Fury might be after them already. But it didn't matter. It wouldn't take Clint long to fire up a hyper-jet and then they would be off.

Clint pointed to the jet they were going to use. He knew Fury kept its fuel tanks filled at all times in case of an emergency. Another swipe of Clint's I.D. badge opened the door to the jet's cockpit. The archer jumped in, followed by Loki. Clint strapped himself into the pilot seat and Loki fumbled with the restraints in the copilot's chair. Clint didn't wait for Loki to finish strapping himself it. The archer fired up the jet's engines and programmed their destination into the GPS. With a roar and a lurch, they were off.

"Don't worry, Wave," Clint muttered. "We're on our way."