In the morning, Clint wakes, finding Loki in his arms, he grins and starts rooting around for his boxers, trying not to wake Loki. Loki, being the stubborn type, wakes up anyway, looking down at the interesting array of bite marks over his body.
"Huh, so it wasn't a dream…"
"Good morning sunshine!" He beams "And no, it wasn't a dream." He laughs and pulls on his boxers. Loki smirks and hunts for his own clothes.
"Glad to hear it." He says, Clint looks at him, registering the bites.
"Sorry about the bites, I was… yeah…"
"It's fine, I rather enjoyed it." He pokes one, wincing slightly
"What are you gonna tell Thor this time?"
Loki bites his lip. "Well… he won't have to see me with my shirt off and he knows about most of the ones on my neck… I should be fine…" He looks at his ripped shirt. "Oh."
"Fuck man." Clint rubs the back of his neck. "I'll give you a shirt, it's O.K., but how are you gonna explain coming home at ten in the morning?"
"I don't know… oh crap my parents are coming home… shit, that's it, I'm dead, it's over." He falls back on the bed.
Clint laughs. "I thought your parents were coming next week, that's what your brother told me."
"Yeah, but these bites will take longer than a week to heal."
"So what are you gonna do?" He laughs.
"I have no idea, I am so dead, seriously, they'll know in seconds." He mutters, pacing the room worriedly.
Clint grabs him, sitting him down. "It's okay, I'll give you a shirt, and the bites on your chest, stomach, and, thighs, no one's gonna see them, except for me." He smirks.
Loki gives a small smile. "You're right, yeah, I'll just say… I fell over and scratched my neck." He still looked a little worried.
"Sounds good. And I'm pretty sure your brother is still asleep." He rolls his eyes.
Loki snorts. "Yeah, I should get back before he notices, don't you have work?"
"Yeah, I'll take a shower first, if anyone asks, tell them you were paying a visit to agent Clint Barton." He throws over his one of his shirts; black, short sleeved with a band logo on it.
"O.k." He smiles. "I'll see you later?"
Clint grins. "I'd better." He pulls Loki in for a kiss, grabbing him closer, Loki snakes his arm around Clint and kisses back. Clint smirks and pulls away.
"I don't want to be late for work and fired, pretty boy, I have work to do!"
Loki nods smiling shyly he pulls on the shirt. "What time do you get off work?"
"About seven thirty, you should visit me sometime." He winks.
"I shall." He smiles. "See you then."
"Bye pretty boy." He grins, Loki walks out, smiling broadly.
"Bye."
Clint shakes his head and walks to the shower.
"I'm so fired, it was worth it though." He says under his breath.
Loki creeps back to the palace, and breathes a sigh of relief, he goes to his room, showers, changes, although keeping Clint's shirt under his pillow, and walks downstairs as though nothing happened. Thor wakes after an hour and a half of Loki's return and goes downstairs.
"Morning."
"Good morning." He passes him some toast.
Thor takes the food. "How was your night? Did you sleep O.K?"
"Yeah, I suppose." He smiles thinking about the previous night.
"Mom and dad didn't come back yet, right?"
"I don't think so." Loki says. "I hope not." He adds.
"Good, anyway, I'll be out and I'll be back around midday-ish."
"Ah, I see, I might be out be out for a bit too." Loki thinks quickly.
"O.K then…"
Loki coughs and reaches for the day's schedule. "First up… swimming… hmmm" I think not, not without a body suit… "Think I'll, uh, miss that, umm…"
Thor laughs. "You're still using the schedule? Have some fun while our parents aren't here!"
"If you say so." He snorts slightly into his drink.
"But fun in a good way." Thor raises his eyebrow.
Loki splutters a little. "I don't know what you mean."
"I mean, no… research… now excuse me, I'm going to take a shower." He walks to the bathroom. Loki sits, allowing his red cheeks to turn pale again, and wanders what to do with the day. A few minutes later there is a shout from the bathroom.
"Oh, Loki?"
"Yeah?"
"Barton might drop some of my stuff off, if he does before I get out, drop it in my room, yeah?"
"Will do." He smiles to himself.
Ten minutes or so later, there is a knock on the door. Loki opens it and smiles at Clint.
"Hey!"
"Hey Loki." Clint raises an eyebrow.
Loki grins. "I'm guessing you've got Thor's stuff."
"Yep." He lifts the box he was holding and plonks it into Loki's arms.
"Thanks." He puts it in the hall, he'll put it in Thor's room later. "D'you want coffee?"
"Oh, I better get back to work, I was lucky to keep my job!"
Loki laughs, "I'll see you later then." He begins to shut the door.
"Wait!"
"What?" Loki smirks at him. "If you want a kiss, I warn you, my brother could be out at any second."
Clint grins, bites his lip and whispers. "I told your brother, I'm busy tonight, I'm expecting your visit."
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Great, see you later, pretty boy."
"Will do." He smiles shyly before pushing him outside and planting a kiss on his lips. Clint smirks and walks away. Loki smiles happily and walks back into the palace, where Thor is waiting.
'Hey, Clint dropped your stuff." He points at the box.
"Good." He takes the box to his room without another word. Loki fiddles with his hands, only three- thirty, he sighs. It was gonna be a long afternoon.
Clint accidentally bumps into Natasha in the tower. "Oh, hey, sorry about that…"
"Watch where you're going arrow boy!" A thing that looks suspiciously like a smile appears on her lips.
"Sorry." He says in a hurry.
"Where are you off to?"
"Boss' office, I have some unfinished paperwork."
"Ha, careful, he's not in a good mood." She walks off, hips swinging.
Clint finds himself staring, he shakes his head and walks away. "Am I straight or gay?" He mumbled under his breath.
Clint managed to finish his paperwork, and then headed back to his room, reading a few files. At seven thirty exactly there is a buzz on the intercom.
"Loki?" He says in a sleepy voice, tired from the work.
"Hey handsome, did I wake you?"
"Nah, come on in." He buzzes the door open.
Loki sighs. "You got a drink?"
"I guess there's some beer in the fridge you can have…"
"Ta." He helps himself to one.
Clint rubs the back of his neck and flops onto the bed. "I thought you weren't gonna come for a second."
"Why on Midgard would you think that?" He sits next to him gingerly.
"Because of the bites." He laughed.
Loki smirked. "Believe me, those are not a problem."
"Good." He pulls Loki by his shirt onto him and starts kissing, Loki kisses back, hands running through Clint's hair.
"Still didn't get in trouble yet?" He smirks into the kiss.
"Not yet." He smirks back. "I'm just waiting for the penny to drop."
"What do you mean?"
"He's not that dumb, he's gonna figure out why I leave in the evenings and
Come back with bite marks… and then there's my parents…" Loki sighed, Clint shushed his worrying with another kiss, biting softly into his lip. Loki started making lots of little noises as Clint bit slowly down his body, and soon enough Clint made Loki forget his problems, if only for a little while.
Loki was lying back, still breathing heavily as Clint cuddled him in his arms, he turned to him.
"Loki, listen, I have a mission tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, about a week and a half."
"What?" Loki sounded startled.
"I'm sorry. I'll come and visit the second I get back, I'll be fine, don't worry!" He laughed. "I've done this before."
"Yeah, I guess." Loki said, not at all reassured.
"Hey, I'm coming over later to tell Thor, you'll see me then, o.k."
"Yeah, sure." He said, clinging to Clint a little tighter.
"Hey." He lifted Loki's chin and kissed him softly. "I'll be fine. Now, come on, you've a brother to go to, don't want to get in trouble pretty boy." He smirked.
"Yeah, alright, I'm going!" he pulled on his clothes. "See you later?"
"I'd better.' He smirked, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Loki sighed into it, pulling deeper, before leaving, smile wiping off his face the second he left the room. Clint sighed. "Guess I'd better pack…"
Loki returned to Asgard and slung a scarf around his neck to distract from the obvious markings. Thor raised his eyebrows when he walked in.
"Where have you been?" He walked over, hands on his hips.
"I- uh- out, I told you I was going out." He stuttered.
"That's not what I asked you." He sighed.
"Just… with a friend."
"Who?"
"Uh-…"
"Why are you warring a scarf inside?" He said suddenly.
"huh- Oh, it was cold, that's all." He edged back a bit.
"So take it off." Thor's arms were folded as he walked closer.
"I- uh- well, thing is- HEY!"
Thor ripped Loki's scarf from his neck and looked at him, opening his mouth in shock.
"LOKI! WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE?!" He shouted.
"I- uh… Fell over!" He tried lying.
"No Loki, I know what those are, I've had those."
Loki hung his head. Thor sighed.
"Who is it?"
"No one." He muttered.
"Loki…"
Loki recognised the warning in Thor's voice and went red. "ntbarton." He muttered.
"What?"
"Your friend from the other night."
"WHAT!?"
Loki flinched. "He's not that bad."
"NOT THAT- Loki, no, he's not a good guy, you don't understand, he's a- damnit, I'm gonna kill him!"
"Please, I love him, don't." Loki pleaded, Thor looked at him, oh Loki, he's not good for you. He sighed, suddenly angry with Clint.
"Of all the people, CLINT FUCKING BARTON?" He stormed to his room, slamming the door. Loki looked at his shoes. Well that went well. He went to the desk and flicked through Thor's address book. Aha Clint Barton. He rang the number and paced, praying for him to pick up.
"Hello?" Clint's voice sounded.
"We have a problem."
"Loki? What is it?"
"Thor knows."
"… I'll be over in ten minutes."
He made it in five, pulling Loki into a hug when he opened the door.
"How is he?"
"Pretty pissed off, are you sure you want to talk to him?"
"yeah, sure, it's the decent thing to do."
"O.k." He smiled. "He's gonna have your head."
"I know." He sighed and walked up to Thor's room, following Loki; who knocked on the door.
"What?" A gruff voice sounded from inside.
"Umm.. Thor? Clint's here…" He opened the door. Clint walked in meekly.
"I'm guessing you're pretty pissed… and that's fair enough, I deserve it…"
Thor sat up. "Understatement of the century."
"Yeah, I know, I just wanted to say, I would never hurt Loki."
"Loki give us a minute. Alone." Thor says, not taking his eyes off Clint. Loki sighed and left the room, throwing a worried glance at his partner.
Thor sighed. "Clint…"
"I swear, I wasn't just trying for a shag." Thor looked at him. "O.k., I was, but that was before, now it's different. I love Loki, and I'm pretty sure he loves me." He said suddenly.
Thor sighed. "That's what you always say, I mean you say that, and yet yesterday you were bragging about this thing with Steve."
"That was nothing! I was drunk! I truly mean it. I would never hurt Loki!"
Thor turned serious. "Good, because if you do, I promise you, bad
things will happen, he doesn't deserve it, and I know you, you are a player and a jerk."
"Player I'll agree with, but jerk's a little harsh, don't you think?"
"Get out." Thor pointed at the door.
Clint chuckled and walked out, smiling at Loki, who was waiting nervously outside.
"Well that went as well as could be expected."
Loki looked at him. "He didn't hit you…I thought he was going to hit you"
"So did I." He smirked, pulling Loki into a hug. "It would have been worth it."
"Really?" Loki said in a small voice.
"Of course, I'd do anything for you." He kissed him tenderly, hand to Loki's chin.
"I love you too, idiot." He smiled, kissing back. Thor walked out and saw them kissing. Clint smirked smugly, Loki went red, looking at his feet. Thor rolled his eyes and walked to the kitchen. Clint grinned broader, pulling Loki to his room, proving to him just how much he did love him, and how much he would miss him, leaving plenty of reminders over Loki's body.
At midnight, Clint manouvers himself out of the bed, Loki whimpers and clings tighter.
"Listen, I have to go now, to get some rest for tomorrow."
"Uh huh." He sighs sadly. "See you in a week and a half."
Clint opens his arms. "Come here pretty boy." Loki does as he's told. Clint hugs him. "Don't worry, okay?"
"Not possible." He grips him tightly.
"Everything is going to be all right." He whispers. Loki nods, closing his eyes, committing the feeling to memory. Clint kisses him passionately, a silent promise to return, Loki kisses him deeply, making needy noises. Clint grabs him closer, Loki already clinging tightly.
"Just make sure you come back in one piece."
"I promise you, just stop worrying, you'll get used to it."
Loki nods. "Yeah, sure."
"I'll go say goodbye to your brother." He kisses him again.
Loki kisses back. "O.k."
Clint walks to Thor's room and knocks on the door. Thor is sitting at his desk.
"Hello?" Thor asks. "Come in."
"Hey…" He rubs the back of his neck.
"Clint… what do you want?"
"Listen… I have a week and a half mission, starting tomorrow so I came to say goodbye and yeah…"
"Right… well, goodbye, we'll meet up after? How's Loki dealing with it?"
"He's worried but he'll get used to it…"
Thor nods. "I'll keep an eye on him."
"Thanks, uhm.. listen… we're cool, right? Just because Loki and I are together doesn't mean that we can't still be friends."
"Yeah, sure, what I said still stands, hurt him…"
Clint nodded. "I swear, and I'm a man of my word."
Thor knew this to be true. "Alright then, see you after?"
"Sure." He smiles.
Clint grins and leaves, finding Loki in the hallway.
"So you're off?'
"Yeah…"
"O.k."
Clint hugs him one last time, Loki clings tightly, eyes squeezed shut. Clint pulls back, kisses him and walks away, Loki watches him walk goes to his room, managing to worry himself to sleep. Loki would discover the true meaning of pain in the next few days, but by now it was already too late, Clint and Loki were fated and set in their course, one that would prove to be destructive, passionate, and, heart- wrenching, perhaps Loki would live to regret the previous day, perhaps not…
