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Ok. This chapter is a little slow. I'm setting things up. The next chapter will have a lot more action. Particularly of the Loki/Hawkeye type. Please stick with me.
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Chapter Two
While Loki waited for Clint to come back around, he considered his options. From the sounds and actions of the human lying just a few inches from him, Loki knew that it was only a matter of moments before Clint woke up. That was more than enough time. Briefly, Loki thought about taking his pet to the cold reaches of Antarctica. That was a world that he was all too familiar with. The cold would be soothing for him while his magic would keep the human from freezing solid. The wasteland would prevent Clint from trying to escape. After all, where would he go? There would be nothing but more snow and ice in every direction.
Another alternative was the top of a mountain. There were several on this planet that would be perfect for Loki's purposes. It would be cold, isolated, nowhere for the human to run, and no one around to disturb his activities. Again, his magic would make the location much more inhabitable so that the human wouldn't die from exposure, cold, etc. Still, there was something about the idea that didn't quite speak to him.
There were also the deep, hot, moist rain forests of South America. Loki wasn't sure he would appreciate the heat but then, with magic the temperature shouldn't affect him. The dense forest would make watching Clint more of a challenge because no matter what he did to the human, Loki had no doubt he was going to try to escape. That was going to increase the fun.
The sands of the Sahara Desert would suffice as well. The only problem was that Loki didn't relish all that sand. It created too much grit in places he was hoping to explore. The heat again would be a minor draw back but nothing he couldn't overcome. The human, of course, would be affected by it but there were certain actions he could take to mediate that.
Finally, just as Clint's even breathing hitched and his blue eyes flew open, Loki came to a decision. Absently, the god continued to run his hand through Clint's close-cropped hair. The human really was beautiful. He was momentarily distracted by his admiration. For his part, though, Clint was immediately aware. Pulling away from Loki's hand, Clint made to slide off of the bed.
Instantly, Loki's hand moved from his hair to cover Clint's mouth. The god was well aware of the computer program still ever watchful over the archer and all the inhabitants of the building. Leaning into the now struggling archer's face, Loki smiled. His right hand was preventing Clint from calling out but his left hand began its explorations. Clint struggled frantically to get away from the dark haired god, to knock him off of him, to do anything possible to dislodge the unwanted touch.
"You are going to walk out of this room. You are going to go to one of those flying machines you humans like to use. You are the only one who can see or hear me. If you say anything to alert anyone to my presence, I will kill them. Do you understand?" Loki hissed beside Clint's ear. He loved the intimacy, the malice that being that close to the human created.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Clint growled from behind Loki's hand. The god had allowed him enough room to mumble, just not enough to shout.
"That's fine," Loki said as he sat back slightly to peer more intently into Clint's angry blue eyes. "I'll level the building with everyone in it. The choice is yours."
Clint knew the blue eyes gazing down at him were not lying. Loki really would destroy the whole building, killing Clint and everyone else inside, rather than let him get away. As much as he really didn't want to go anywhere with this man, there was no way in hell Clint was going to be responsible for the death of another agent. His nightmares had all ready been too full of the faces of people he'd killed or had killed while under Loki's control. He went still. "Okay," Clint breathed behind the too large hand.
Satisfied, Loki sat back. Catching hold of Clint's right arm, he pulled the smaller human to his feet. Clint glanced at the weapons on his wall. His hands itched to use the bows and arrows on the god. He knew nothing he had would probably kill Loki but it sure the hell would hurt him. "Why don't you just make us disappear?" Clint asked as he sidled towards the nearest arrow display. He hoped by asking questions he might distract Loki from seeing what he was doing.
"You must be seen leaving under your own power. Otherwise your friends will come searching for you far too soon," Loki responded. As if on cue, Jarvis piped up again.
"Agent Barton. Are you all right?" the computer's voice asked.
Clint inhaled, intent on signalling the AI but then Loki shook his head ever so slightly. To emphasize the point, Loki caused a small glove of energy to pulse in his left palm. That was enough.
"I'm fine, Jarvis. Just nightmares," Clint grunted. A grimace passed over his features at the lie. Despite knowing it was for the greater good, the archer still hated to lie to the AI. Jarvis only had his best interests at heart.
"Would you like me to alert Dr. Banner? Perhaps he could give you something to help you sleep," Jarvis said.
"No, thanks, I'm fine. I think I'll go for a ride, though. Could you get one of the shuttles ready? I feel the need to go for a ride," Clint said into the air.
"I'm not sure the shuttles are meant to be personal vehicles, Agent Barton," Jarvis responded.
"Jarvis!" Clint hissed, glancing at Loki. The sooner he got the god away from the people in the tower the happier he'd be.
"I will tell the ground crew to expect you," the disembodied voice stated. If it were possible, Clint thought the AI almost sounded put out.
"Thank you," Clint breathed. He turned his attention back to the dark haired, tall god. The man was smiling. The very thought of it made Clint's skin crawl.
"Shall we?" Loki asked. He stood back from Clint, opening the way for the human to head out the door. After a brief pause, Clint took the hint.
LOKILOKI
Walking through the halls of the Avenger's Tower was a surreal experience for Clint. He knew it was the middle of the night but there were still agents, guards, and other people moving about. As soon as he'd stepped out of the door, Loki had placed his right hand around the back of Clint's neck. That meant that the god was far too close. Before Clint had a chance to shrug the touch off, Loki bent down until his mouth was beside the archer's left ear.
"Not only will I kill all these people while you watch, Clint Barton, I will crush your spine. You will be left to live the rest of your life as an invalid," Loki whispered. The god's breath against his skin would, on its own, be more than enough to send a chill through Clint's body. The words and the resulting images were more than enough to cause full out trembling. "Control yourself, human. Remember what I said about the others."
LOKILOKI
After an eternity, Clint reached the hanger bay that had been placed near the top of the tower. As Jarvis had said, the ground crew was ready for him and had prepped the shuttle. If any of them thought it was weird for him to be taking off in the middle of the night alone, they had the training to not say anything directly to him. As soon as Clint settled in the pilot's chair, Loki sat in the co-pilot's chair and turned to watch him work. It amazed him that these humans had developed the ability to fly through the sky. If they were a god such as himself, it would not have been such a feat. But then, if they were gods, they wouldn't have all these damned machines. Still, Loki much enjoyed watching the human flick switches, pull back on the throttle and then they were flying through the air.
"Where am I going?" Clint asked between gritted teeth. Just because he'd cleared the building didn't mean that the innocents were out of the way. Beyond the window of the shuttle, the lights of Manhattan and then New York City looked like a galaxy of its own. Swallowing thickly, Clint waited for instructions. At the moment he was simply flying in the direction that took him away from the lights as fast as possible.
"West," Loki said. He'd come to a decision while walking beside the carefully controlled man through the sterile halls. Under his fingers he'd felt the sweat building up as they walked. The sensation of feeling Clint's skin against his was intoxicating. They couldn't move fast enough. But, he still needed to set this up carefully if he was going to have the time he wanted. Reaching over, he placed a hand on Clint's right thigh. The man instantly tensed. Releasing the controls with his right hand, Clint tried to pry the god's hand loose. He was unsuccessful. In fact, once he'd tried, Loki moved his hand a little further up and gripped a little tighter.
"Don't touch me," Clint grated as he turned his attention back to flying. His leg felt like it wanted to climb off and go hide in a corner somewhere. Or, kick the living crap out of the guy.
"Oh, Agent Barton, I will be touching you all I want," Loki said. To prove the point, he slid his hand up into the human's crotch. His fingers explored through the fabric. Clint grunted as he tried once again to dislodge the man's large hand. It was difficult to concentrate on keeping the shuttle air borne while he was being pawed at. At one point in his life, well not that long ago, this would have been exactly what he'd wanted, if the person doing it had been female.
Taking a deep breath, deliberately ignoring the probing going on below his belt, Clint went back to flying. Flying, as well as archery, was one of the great joys of his life. There was no way in hell he was going to let this bastard ruin this for him. "You're going to have to be a little more specific," Clint said.
"No, I don't" Loki responded. It disappointed him that the human had stopped squirming. That had amused him immensely. Now, he was trying to find something, someplace that would start him doing it again. He wasn't particularly successful. This again disappointed him. Frustrated, Loki looked out the front window. The lights were gone. They were down to just a smattering here and there. Well, this would have to do. "Are you ready to go?"
"What? Go where?" Clint asked. Without bothering to answer, Loki released his hold on the man's genitals and brought his hands together to generate a large ball of energy. It wasn't lost on Clint that the energy ball he saw out of the corner of his eye was the same colour as the power the Tesseract. Fear began to gnaw once more at his mind and body. Then he knew nothing as the world went completely black.
LOKILOKI
In the back of his mind, Loki watched the whole process. He was disgusted by the lust penetrating every thought the other had. Touching the human's skin brought pleasure to the other. Looking at the human's body gave the other pleasure. Feeling the human's sexual organs through his clothing gave the other pleasure. Feeling the human squirm under his touch gave the other a great deal of sexual pleasure. The other was virtually drowning in lust. Even when he used the power of the Tesseract to crash the shuttle, all the other had wanted to do was rip the human's clothes off and ravage his body.
Loki had no idea where this all came from. Loki was not interested in beings of the same sex. He was barely interested in beings of the opposite sex. His few experiences with females had been awkward and rather unsatisfying for him. The women had seemed to enjoy it but it had simply been sweaty, messy and not quite what he'd expected. Still, the female form gave him a great deal more pleasure than the male form did.
Growling, Loki turned away from the images coming from his eyes. He tried to tune out the thoughts rampaging through the other's consciousness but that was a waste of time. Grimly, Loki began to hum the lullaby again. This time it was less distracting. Still, he kept it up. It was better than the smut spewing through his mind.
LOKILOKI
"What Jarvis?" Tony Stark spoke without opening his eyes. He knew it was early in the morning. He knew the AI would only bother him if it was absolutely necessary. But still, he was having a hard time deciding whether or not he cared.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, sir, but there is a very urgent call from Director Fury," Jarvis stated from somewhere above Tony's head.
"What does he want now?" Tony groaned as he turned over onto his other side. He really didn't feel much like getting up at the moment.
"I believe it has something to do with Agent Barton's shuttle crashing two minutes ago," Jarvis stated matter of fact.
"What?" Tony demanded. He was instantly fully awake and leaping out of bed. "What the hell was Clint doing in a shuttle?"
"That's my question," Director Nick Fury's voice boomed from the speakers in his room. Tony was rapidly getting dressed. He was thankful that Pepper wasn't here tonight. His girlfriend had a protective streak when it came to the archer. Tony assumed it had to do with Loki possessing him or whatever the hell he'd done to him. She would freak. Well, to be honest, Tony himself was freaking, just a little bit.
"I'll be there in five minutes," Tony said as he pulled his shoes on. He checked to make sure he had his portable Iron Man suit and then Tony Stark burst out of the door of his apartment and turned towards the elevator. Down hallway, he saw Rogers emerging from his quarters, as was Banner a door down from him. At the end of the hall, Romanoff was all ready racing towards the stairwell. The elevator wasn't going to be fast enough for her.
"Let the games begin," Tony muttered.