TW: dub-con (mind Control), Implied abuse, mildly graphic sex
His eyes were closed, not tightly, but enough to keep what he didn't want to see out of his vision. Cold was radiating from his chest to his fingertips. The hands on him were colder. A frozen breath ghosted across his neck, making him shiver.
"Calm." A silk voice commands him, and his body obeys. The word calms him to his core, and his eyes are open.
There is a long, pale face in front of him, grinning and staring down at him.
"Barton."
Loki's voice smelled like cold and like peppermint. Clint inhaled it like cigarette smoke.
"Yes." He breathed. He felt weightless. His hands found the bed sheets, gripping them to keep himself grounded. Loki had said something, commanded something, but Clint didn't hear it. He felt strong hands on his waist and hips, the heavy jeans he was wearing slipping off.
"Barton." He repeated. "Your trousers."
Slender fingers popped open the button and dragged down the zipper. Clint felt the pressure of fingers and the radiating cold through the fabric of his pants and boxers and a low groan rose from his throat.
Loki opened his mouth again, another command bubbling up, but before he could speak, Clint raised his hips, shedding his jeans.
"good boy." The praise was murmured in his ear, from the man kneeling over him. A hand slid between skin and fabric while the other lay flat against his chest.