Title: Second Chance
Chapter: 1
Author: SomethingIDontknow
Rating: M (For mentions of rape, brainwashing, actual use of mpreg (Male pregnancy), maybe some smuts later on.)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, they belong to Marvel
Author's Note: A father's day fic, I guess. All of you watching my Transformers fics… um… please don't shoot me. I promise I'm spreading the love. Anyway, this is just mostly a personal kink fill. Your reviews will be given cuddles and love and understanding.
It had started like any regular Tuesday. Clint had gotten up, showered, had a quick breakfast and fled the Tower before anyone else got up. Tugging his trench coat collar up a little against the rush of February wind. The city was already rushing around him as he tightened his scarf and made for a coffee shop nearby.
He was often glad he wasn't recognized by the general public, especially as he settled in the corner of the room at an isolated table for two. A hot cup of coffee cradled in one hand, today's paper in the other, Clint settled in for his first quiet morning in the weeks following the Loki Incident. He hadn't even had the first scalding sip before he was interrupted.
"C-Clinton?"
Clint sighed, closing his eyes a moment before setting down his paper and looking up.
"Can I help y-" He froze, nearly dropping his coffee in shock. "Loki?"
The God of mischief stood before him, dressed in a long black coat and charcoal slacks, a green scarf wrapped around his throat. The raven was looking down at his muddy black shoes, his hands folded together in front of him, twisting nervously. "May- May I sit here?" he asked, his voice soft and trembling.
It might have been simple shock, or the fear Clint had never heard in the man that had held New York City itself hostage. The blonde nodded dumbly, only watching as Loki pulled out the chair and perched on the edge. "What are you doing here?" Clint asked weakly after a moment of awkward silence.
"I'm not really here." Loki said softly, keeping his gaze on the table, "This is just a projection. I- I needed to talk to you."
"I can't imagine what about." Clint was coming back to himself, feelings of hatred bubbling to the surface. Followed shortly by the attraction he'd felt since being brainwashed by the handsome god.
The raven sighed, a both hands rising to scrub over his face. "I know..." he paused, "Do you remember... When you and I-"
"I remember." Clint said quietly, his voice tight.
Poison green eyes flicked up to his face and Clint was shocked at the pain in them. "It wasn't just... I told you, one night, that you had become more than... the others. I... I don't know if... I know it doesn't make a difference. But you did mean everything to me. And when they took me back to Asgard, I only regretted leaving without telling you." Clint watched the bumbling speech silently. He had remembered soft murmurs in tangled silk sheets, but the meaning of those words he had painfully dismissed as a means of keeping his muddled mind compliant and obedient.
"This is all still irrelevant." Clint finally interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest as he slouched back in his chair, a pose that looked relaxed, but masked a position of attack.
Loki flushed, his lower lip trembling as he seemed on the verge of tears. "I had hoped you might still feel... I knew it was hopeless." He stood from his chair with unsteady grace. As he turned to leave, he hesitated, turning back to lean over the table. Clint was half expecting, half wanting a kiss. Instead, he pressed their cheeks together, tilting his head slightly with a sigh. "I'm pregnant, Clinton. With your child." Loki pulled away and Clint gaped up at him, mouth open in shock. The green eyed man looked sad, heartbreakingly so, and the backed up a step. "Hate me if you need to. But I needed you to know. Goodbye, Clinton." Loki turned and walked away. The bell above the door chimed as the door opened and closed. Clint's sharp eyes tracked the young god just a few paces down the sidewalk before his form faded, indeed a projection.
Clint sat upright again, only to collapse back again. Pregnant? With my child? Closing his eyes tightly, the blonde fisted his hands in his hair as thoughts raced through his mind. A part of him was leaping for joy. Another was furious. How dare that bastard try such a stunt! Clint remembered everything from his mental imprisonment, including the fact that Loki was very much male. They had been having sex, and Clint had been on both the giving and receiving ends of their trysts. It simply wasn't possible. But... Loki was... well, Loki. Deciding he needed to something, Clint stood up and abandoned his hope for a peaceful morning. He needed to talk with Thor.
"My brother is a Frost Giant, Clinton."
Clint fought back the twitch in his left eye. "Thor, I have no idea what that means." Clint said with a sigh, plonking down on the couch across from the God of thunder. Thor sighed back, leaning back.
"Loki was the son of the King of the Frost Giants, but he was too small. They abandoned him in a temple. Our father found him when he subdued the Joutens, veiled him in magic and brought him to Asgard." He explained, as if speaking with a child.
Clint preformed a mental facepalm. Of course. Loki was even from Asgard. "And the Frost Giants," Clint began delicately, "How do they... procreate?"
"All Frost Giants are male, but all are capable of producing offspring." Thor said, looking confused, "But why are you curious?"
"What? Nothing." Clint murmured dazedly, scrambling up off the couch. He turned to leave, but paused. "Actually, Thor, is there anyway we could make a trip to Asgard?"
Clint had been forced to tell Thor the truth before the God was willing to take him. And then Thor had been the one desperate to reach his brother. The trip had been quick after that, Clint clutched tightly to Thor's chest as they traveled some unknown route through the cosmos. Clint's boots touched polished marble for half a second before he was sprinting after Thor, storming down to Loki's chambers.
They flew past guards and Odin himself to slam bodily against the massive wooden doors. Thor banged against the door, calling out, "Loki, my brother, let us in!"
Clint stood behind Thor, feeling very small in his shadow. But he was thinking only about Loki. When the doors opened, just a crack at first, the sliver of the raven haired god was enough. "Loki." Clint said softly, interrupting Thor before he could start his tirade. Both gods turned to face him.
"Clinton?" Loki opened the door a fraction more, his expression turning hopeful, "Clinton, what are you-" He paused looking up at Thor. "My brother, please, let us be alone."
"You have a lot to explain." Thor murmured, leaning down to caress his brother's cheek lightly, his expression pained when the smaller man leaned into the touch.
"And I will." Loki whispered, looking away from his brother to make eye contact with Clint, "But there is something I must see to first."
"Be careful." The thunder god said quietly, glancing at Clint, "The both of you."
Clint nodded weakly, watching Thor turn and leave before looking back at Loki. The god of mischief met his eyes a moment, before looking back down. "Please, come in." He opened the door wider, exposing his true condition. It seemed he hadn't had the time to get less fitted clothing. His belly was protruding slightly, just a gentle curve that pushed the front of his tunic out. Clint followed him into the room, shutting the huge door softly behind him. The god turned to Clint in a small sitting room, gesturing to a seat. "Please, let me... um, I'll take your coat." He stepped up to the blonde, his hands rising to touch the lapels of Clint's coat. The assassin jerked back automatically. Loki froze. "I'm sorry." He pulled back.
"Sit down with me." Clint murmured, reaching to take Loki's hand, finding the delicate fingers trembling. The pair took the single loveseat, symbolism that did not escape Clint.
The silence between them was deafening.
"I do love you." Loki blurted suddenly, a peach blush blooming across his cheeks. But he refused to look away. "I found I loved you when I was inside your mind. I knew you hated me. But you were true of heart, a good honest man. So passionate, but subdued and thoughtful." Those bright green eyes were so soft. "You were everything I found beautiful in a man."
This silence was loaded.
"I could see you inside your mask, you were frail and uncertain. Your hands, however, were not." Clint said softly, brushing his thumbs over the pale skin along the back of Loki's hands. "I hated you. And sometimes, I still do. I appreciated the fact you were so gentle with me, even as we..." Clint stopped and sighed. "You kidnapped me, Loki. You raped and brainwashed me."
"I know." The words were a whimper. "And I hate myself for everything I've done. But..." He clutched a hand over his belly. "You gave me a second chance. Clinton, I'm going to take it. I want you to want this too, but even if you reject me, us, I'm going to keep it."
Clint stopped him with a finger to his lips. "This child is as much mine as it is yours." He covered Loki's hand with his own. "Maybe... Maybe someday there might be love between us." He smiled thinly. "But until then, at least there will be this."
Loki sobbed even as he smiled, tears finally escaping his eyes as he collapsed forward, Clint wrapping his arms around those slender shoulders and rocking them both gently. "Please don't leave me." Loki whispered against his chest, "There's nothing but fear and anguish from here for me. If, even if you would just pretend... I could bear that."
Clint pulled him up carefully, their lips brushing lightly. He smiled to feel Loki's pregnant belly against his own abdomen. "I can do better than that."