Loki's blue eyes trailed over Agent Barton's body momentarily. They shimmered with mischief and wonder at the sight. Thoughts of the archer filled his head even more so than before. He was odd, even for a Midgardian, but his quirks were what Loki found most intriguing.
The way his Tesseract infected eyes stared intensely only into his own. The way his fingers flexed in the dim lighting. How his body moved, each muscle in his body reacting with his movements as he drew closer. How unbelievably toned he was beneath his clothing.
The God wondered briefly if he should be pursuing this relationship with his subordinate, especially under these conditions. There was work to be done, humans to kill-
But the moment that particular mortal brushed his cheek with his hand he knew he wouldn't be able to order him away. His only wish was to be worshiped like the God he was raised to be, and since Agent Barton seemed to desire nothing other than to satisfy Loki's wishes he allowed himself one glorious night to drown in the pleasure he had never granted another to bestow upon him.
My niece decided I was Hawkeye and she was Hulk when we went to watch the Avengers movie last Sunday with a few of my friends. We all ended up with an Avengers name and sometime during the beginning of the movie I whisper to Thor "Yeah, so Kate is Loki since he seduced me with just a touch. That is the story of how I came to love HawkLoki... Hawki? Idk.