Magic was something Loki was very used to using, having learned it from a young age, what he wasn't ready for was the intense flow of emotion from Clinton Francis Barton when he tapped his scepter against the man's chest, where his heart beat. In that instant he felt all the power, fear, and hopelessness of the pathetic human's life, flashes of his entire life flashed through Loki's mind and he grinned. This was a great ally to have, and he submitted to him thoroughly. His plan was perfect and executed exactly as expected, except for the death of Fury, or rather the fact that he didn't die. There was nothing but small qualms at this point.
He let his mind wander down the future as Erik Selvig drove the stolen van through the desert and toward where they would build the real portal. The God reveled in his good fortune for hijacking the minds and bodies of two very useful mortals as he breathed the very dry air surrounding him. This Earth was very ugly compared to his Asgard, but this was the best way to get back at Thor, to try and destroy everything he loved. Once he ruled the Earth he could command anything he wanted, and find that girl that changed his brother so. He sneered; it wasn't as if he really cared about what the Asgardian thought or felt, he just wanted to cause him turmoil.
He closed his eyes listening to the whispering in his head, whispers from the Chitauri and the Tesseract, promising power and unlimited knowledge. He had learned so much already after his escape from Asgard and his encounter with the Other, but knowledge was something he always desired.
The truck slowed then stopped as he was thinking, planning. His eyes snapped open and he looked slowly around, it looked no less like a desert than before but the whispers told him this was where he should be, he struggled at first to move, the weeks of fatigue wearing on him then found some reserve of energy to manage to walk with some dignity.
He looked to the scientist who responded to his glance with the information he wanted, underground here was a hidden tunnel to another underground base that they could work at in peace. It had been eliminated and wiped off the government records years ago, some would probably remember it but by the time they did, they would have moved to their real location. Good information. He couldn't quite grasp how he could so clearly see these people's pasts when he first cast his spell, but then not after. They would however, obey everything he wanted, and most likely know what he wanted before he asked. He could tell the control came from the Tesseract and the god already had bond with the energy source. The trek to the abandoned underground base was a struggle for Loki, he couldn't quite remember a time when he had been so at his limit, both mentally and physically, and he needed rest. Once the small group found the room what the whispers claimed 'yesssss' the scientist set to work at once.
"I will need more people." He spoke as he started to clear things away poking around for tools to work with.
"Of course mortal, it will be next after I rest." Loki cast off the answer as if it was obvious and found a corner where he could watch the scientist amble around and sat down, back against the wall.
"Barton," He seemed to like this mortal better, perhaps it was his past, or his personality, which ran parallel to his own in many ways, "I will sleep now, make sure we are not located or ambushed." He watched the hawk as he moved towards him then kept his eyes locked with the pitch black ones that seemed to have a tint of the glowing blue when they moved.
"Yes, sir." He was crude with his words, but still fairly solider like. Loki watched as the hero turned his back on him and walked away. The whispers attempted complete thoughts, which faded out before they got anywhere as he pushed them out of his head; he needed sleep for his plans to continue. He closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing, as his conscious faded from the world he despised.
Clint felt like everything was both wrong and right with the world at once, as he looked around it felt like everything was so much sharper and in focus, which made no sense. He would have thought that if something was going to control his mind he wouldn't have control of what he did, but this was so much weirder. He held an allegiance to Loki that he had never held for anyone before and that included Natasha. Everything he did felt as if it was his own accord, but it didn't feel quite real.
Sharper, brighter, clearer.
He pinched himself to made sure it wasn't a dream or a delusion. He could do anything right now, jump off a bridge and still survive; it was a high he had never experienced. He told himself to jump and he jumped, why could he control his own body but then fight his friends? It was as if the fact that they were friends didn't matter, nothing mattered but pleasing Loki.
Nothing.
He walked around the underground base occasionally causing dust to rise. The small whispers in his mind that started the moment Loki cast his spell spoke to him told him nothing was coming and they were safe. He stopped for an instant and thought about why he had shot Fury, he was his ally right? 'Nooooo-' they whispered. No they were right, he was only using him for his abilities, and Loki actually cared, wanted better for him, for the humans. He walked back to his master and decided it was best to watch him. By this time Loki had been asleep for at least a few hours, he stood hand close to his gun if need be and watched Doctor Selvig start building the basic holding for the tesseract.
His eyes kept flickering back to Loki though, who when he first appeared looked completely drained and in bad condition. He already looked better, peacefully asleep with the scepter clasped in his hands as if an attack could happen at any moment. He felt attracted to this man's power and self worth 'yessssss-' the whispers hissed in his mind and he shook his head as if to jumble their persistence. He stood for six hours like that occasionally checking the other rooms, but the whispers telling him they were still safe. It was the last hour that he had unknowingly strayed closer to Loki as he stood ending up only a few feet away and feeling more protective than ever when he heard his master's breathing pattern change. He turned to check and watched as Loki's eyes snapped up to meet his as alert as when he had first come through the portal. Clint instantly dropped his gaze to the ground but Loki made no move and let the silence hang in the air. Clint just stood there waiting for his next order.
Loki could feel eyes on him from the middle way between sleep and waking and instantly snapped out of sleep to see the threat. His eyes met with the black ones of Clint Barton. Interesting. His subordinate dropped his eyes as soon as he realized his mistake. The whispers danced around his mind, louder now that he was more himself. He felt much better after having slept and knew he would have to be just that vulnerable several more times before he could take the group on that he knew would be waiting. Now he thought it might not be so bad though, if this man held as much allegiance to him as he assumed he did just by that second of eye contact. He took in his stance and how close he was and was now more than interested in this mortal. How interesting…
"Barton, come with me, let's discuss some plans while Selvig works." He didn't take his eyes off the hawk, as he thought of himself as, watching intently for the reaction. Clint Barton relaxed instantly, as if he thought he had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment, and nodded now raising his eyes back to Loki's.
"Yes, sir."
The god stood up gracefully, feeling a hundred times better than he did before and walked out of the room, down a unobstructed hallway, and kept walking until he was sure they were far enough away the scientist wouldn't know where they went. He wasn't sure how strong the tesseract's magic combined with his own was on any mortal's mind, although the whispers promised everything and more. He wanted to test it now, and he was sure this was the perfect time. If Clinton Barton broke control then he was far enough away from the scientist that he could disable him before the agent could do anything. His guinea pig for how far he could go before he had a whole force of agents under his control. The god of mischief stopped in another empty room and turned to face the man he knew would follow him without question, the real thing running through his mind now, was how far he would follow.
If Clint was in his right mind fear was the emotion that should have been running through his head, but why would his master hurt him when he's been nothing but faithful? That didn't make sense enough for it to even enter his head as he followed the beautiful man through the tunnels. The emergency lights that Doctor Selvig had managed to get working extended much further he knew by his explorations while Loki was sleeping. Clint instead of fear couldn't think about much else other than the grace that Loki displayed in every move he made, and by this point any part of his mind that was previously saying 'stop' had turned to admiration as well. Why fight something that didn't make sense? He lived to follow this god and nothing but pride, love, and admiration remained in his thoughts at the moment. When Loki stopped and turned to look at him he stopped as well having to focus on something other than admiration, orders, he needed orders.
He held his ground and Loki's eyes when the god advanced on him. As he stood there waiting the whispers seemed to go quiet. Suddenly it felt like a arrow shot through his brain and he closed his eyes against the pain and in that second he felt lips against his own. Surprise in this state didn't quite work the same way surprise works when you have full control of your mind. When he would have normally threw the offending person off of him now he just stood there. The one thing surprise did do was get rid of the pain in his mind and allowed the whispers to come back, he opened his eyes in surprise only to have them connect with Loki's steely forest green ones. His master's eyes held challenge and intrigue. Clint's thoughts stopped working the way they should have. Questions didn't pop up, and although he'd never been anything but interested in women, especially Natasha, right now he would do anything this man asked him to. The whispers hissed 'yessssss-' and egged him on.
Loki kept his gaze fully connected with Clinton Barton as he watched thought after thought flicker across his face, before pulling away wondering how this man would react. He wasn't quite prepared for him to push his mouth back against him in a rather sloppy kiss, but he wasn't about to turn down an offer if one was presented to him. He kiss back dominating it and pulling at the agent's hair to prove his point. They kissed until they were both out of breath and Loki pulled to other back by his hair going to place his scepter against the wall. When he turned Clinton was there and pushed him against the wall making Loki snarl, he was in charge here. At his reaction the mortal froze and dropped his head. He did know he was in charge then.
Loki placed his hand under the other man's chin and lifted it to face his placing a light kiss on his lips, which turned rough with teeth. Barton's hands started to roam around Loki's body fumbling at belts and leather. Loki pulled back from the kiss and went to help undo his pants to which Clinton instantly dropped to his knees ready to service his master. Loki wasn't sure what outcome his experiment would bring but what he got only helped to enforce his view that human's only wanted to serve. He drug one of his hands down Clinton's head through his hair pulling only lightly.
Clinton pulled Loki's pants down to free him and the god felt hot breath and a moist tongue on him immediately making him hard. This control thing was something he could get used to. He sighed at the feeling of the other man's lips and tongue even if he was inexperienced in this area. He kept his hand in the other's hair and leaned against the wall behind him attempting to keep composed. That was going to be tricky. As Clinton kept at it he seemed to get exponentially better clearly picking up on the littler reactions Loki was trying hard not to make, he didn't want his subordinate to think he had any kind of a hold on him. As he got closer though he could stop the moans and sighs and twisted his hand through Clinton's short hair.
The hawk bobbed and deep throated him, surprising Loki like nothing he had done before and causing him to come. Clinton swallowed and let him ride out the orgasm before licking the come off and looking up at him. Did he want approval? Loki too a second to compose himself pulled his pants back on and leaned down to give Clinton another kiss, light and if he could put it into a kiss, approving. He felt Clinton smile into the kiss, so he assumed his intentions had been adequately received before picking his scepter back up and walking away.
Before he left he room he turned looking down at the other man that was still on his knees.
"Next time we shall talk about this Natasha, shall we? Keep watch here, I'm going to get more workers." Loki turned and walked out thinking his experiment couldn't have turned out any better and he now felt more revived than he had after he had slept. The whispers rejoiced as he walked out of the underground base turning to find the agents that were unaccounted for in the explosion a few short hours ago.
The next chapter should be up in the next few days!
- C