Loki/Clint

Just one step. But one step closer to his rain, his revenge. Soon he wouldn't just have the world´s most powerful energy source in his hands, but his brother's precious planet as well.

"Sir, the men are ready to begin the operation."

Loki had been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard the archer walk in on him. Few could tread with steps that light. The years of being a killer for hire had proved well. Loki clenched the scepter with eager hands and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Very well…Let's take off."

Natasha paced the cramped space off her cabin. She tried finding a valid reason of why Clint would ever join someone like Loki. Eager to kill or enslave all of humanity. It didn't make sense.

As she only became more and more frustrated, she gave up her pacing and decided to answer the calling from the brig.

There they all were. The merry gang of misfits. That frozen solider was wearing a forced smile while being pestered by Agent Coulson, begging him to sign his collections of trading cards, baseballs, or whatever. Doctor Banner sat perfectly still, clenching his fists as if he was holding on to something for his life. Or maybe for their lives. That God, Thor, seemed to be having a wild discussion with Nick, his arms flailing wildly as his deep growl like voice echoed in the airship. And then there was Stark, sitting with his hands in his lap while casually spinning on his chair.

And of course the empty chair next to hers.

She gritted her teeth and slowly walked over to it, just carefully sitting down before the airship violently shook, and the sounds of explosions and tearing metal occupied her senses.

Loki paced his glass prison, waiting. Patiently waiting. As the first explosion was heard, his face lit up with his trademark devilish grin.

He'd done the right move, turning that archer to fight at his side. And seeing the terror in the poor Russian girl's eyes had only made it more exciting.

Sentiment. Such a poor quality in a solider. Or in a human for that matter. An eternal restraint, a chink in one´s armor that could always be exploited by those who wished to.

Oh, what satisfaction it had been, seeing her eyes water at his hurtful words, for all the armor she put up, he could read right through that weak facade.

He almost wished he had told her all those other things she didn´t know. But petty teasing was something he never dealt with.

Well almost never.

After escaping Nick Fury with Professor Selvig and Clint, they finally found themselves at Loki's newly acquired headquarters. Like machines, his new allies moved, obeying orders without a second though. All while still remaining their humanity. Pity.

Professor Selvig immediately began working on the portal, while Loki retired to his chambers.

Restlessly pacing his room, Loki was beyond himself with anticipation. What power he had demonstrated during his entrance to this world. Surely it was a power matching the one of his brother Thor? He grinned and began shedding his robes, revealing pale, godlike skin, partially covered with scars from his earlier trysts with his brother. He felt impatient, and powerful. His entire body shaking with anticipation, sweat pouring down his naked skin.

He would soon dominate everything.

Everyone.

A swift knock on his door brought him back to reality, and he opened the door, not bothering to cover up his naked, sweat drenched chest. Outside the door stood his newest recruit, short ash blonde hair and taut muscles dancing under tanned, smooth skin.

Loki smirked, Clint was a handsome man. Not breathtaking, but handsome.

He could see why the woman of this wretched planet might enjoy a man like him. Though he expected that Clint's job didn´t come with any office romances.

"Yes?" Loki said nonchalantly while leaning against the doorpost, exposing his gleaming chest in the dim light of the cellar.

Clint didn't seem faced at his revealed skin and simply stated his business.

"Professor Selvig asked me to inform you that he estimates the portal to be ready to launch in the time you ordered."

"Excellent." Loki answered and let his eyes trail the outline of Clint's neck down to his exposed muscular arms.

Clint turned to leave, but was interrupted by Loki.

"Hold on Barton,"

Clint turned back to Loki.

"Yes master, anything else?"

Master.

Loki liked the sound of that. He figured he might as well enjoy himself when he had the opportunity. Like he said, Clint was a handsome man.

"What about your orders?" Loki asked, forcing himself to conceal his smirk.

"My orders master?" Clint looked at him with a face like a question mark.

Loki couldn't help but to smirk at this, and almost let out a laugh as he continued.

"Yes, your orders. Didn't you understand?"

Clint looked back at him sheepishly.

"N-no master. What are my orders?"

That was exactly what Loki wanted to hear. He stepped back into his dimly lit room and said.

"Undress yourself."