The Prompt Fic of Mischief

Title: Cuddlebear
Genre: Humor
Rating: M (for Clint's mouth)
Timeline: Mid-Avengers.
Characters: Loki and Clint.
Warnings: Un-beta-ed. Minor Avengers spoilers.
Summary: He's an assassin for cryin' out loud!

The second of two fills for this prompt. Pure crack.


Prompt: "That awkward moment when you're a brainwashed minion and your affection-starved evil master keeps wanting to cuddle." (From Norsekink.)


Clint has gotten kind of sick of Loki's… clinginess.

Frankly, to be honest, it's grown kind of disturbing.

Loki is a fuckin' god for crying out loud! He shouldn't well up with tears and sob every other moment. And Clint is a trained assassin, not some… some… cuddly stuffed animal!

He's a trained assassin. A stone-cold killer. If Loki hadn't mind-controlled him, that bitch would be dead right now.

(Or so Clint likes to tell himself, anyway.)

But Loki is depressed again, and fixing him with those big green puppy-dog eyes… and, despite himself, whether due to mind-control or just the power of that soulful stare, Clint melts. "Aw, c'mere, you," he sighs affectionately, opening his arms in invitation.

Loki whimpers. Then, Clint suspects, teleports because he's there so goddamned fast, and is he sobbing…?

Yes. Yes, he is.

Pulling the teary-eyed Prince into a warm hug, Clint smiles, barely resisting the urge to give him a brotherly noogie.

Because, weeping into his shoulder or no, Loki is still a god… and he can still kick Clint's ass at a moment's notice.

Clint smirks, chuckling to himself. "There, there." He pats Loki on the head. "It'll be alright. Hawky's here."