Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, if I did Loki would have won.


Out of nowhere the portal flashed open and out came a man.

What on earth? Clint wondered.

The stranger was still kneeling on the floor when Director Fury ordered, "Sir, please put down the spear."

Bad idea, Clint noted, watching warily as the men the defied the laws of physics and practically flew through the air and took down many agents without even breaking a sweat. How is that even possible!? He thought incredulously. These are trained SHIELD agents, they can't be put down so easily…

"I am Loki Odin-Layfeyson –and no I am not called that because Odin and Laufey got hitched—and I am burdened with glorious purpose," The stranger, Loki, spoke.

Loki Odin-Laufeyson? Wait a moment…

"Loki, brother of Thor?" Selvig asked surprised.

Clint suddenly snorted. "LOL? Laugh out loud, seriously? You do realize that no one's going to take you seriously, right? I mean, with initials like that, what were your parents thinking? Was it like a tribute to the whole god of mischief thing?"

Loki twitched (or was he imagining it?) and turned his gaze upon Clint, and smiled a cold, chilling smile. "They weren't," he answered silkily, "In fact, no one so far has ever gotten the joke. I think you should be rewarded for that."

Remember the bad feelings you get when you're in a really bad situation, like about to be flayed alive bad? Yeah, Clint was getting one of those. He shivered. "Uh, thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll pass."

"Oh no, you must. It would be horribly rude of me if I let this good deed go unrewarded," Loki hissed. And with that, he turned the scepter's power onto Clint.

And that, my dear readers, is the real reason Loki picked Clint; not because he has a heart. Because in case you didn't notice, we all have a heart.


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