In the end, Clint had no say in the matter. Loki wouldn't let him leave. He had fought tooth and nail to get out of this room, but it was no use. It was magic. After a while, Clint lost track of time. He knew that every so often, Loki would bring him an apple. It wasn't just a regular apple, it was one that would keep Clint alive forever. If Clint refused to eat it, it would be cut into slices and hid in his food. When he had finally caught on to what Loki was doing, he stopped eating. But that only got him force fed.
Clint hated Loki for doing this to him. He ranged through every emotion possible. He was angry with Loki for locking him away. He was angry with himself for not being able to escape. He was disgusted with himself because somewhere deep down inside, he was enjoying every second of his imprisonment.
He had lost everything. Most of all he missed Natasha. Every day he wondered how she was doing without him. How they were all doing without him. Because for them, Clint just disappeared off the face of the planet. Which is not far off from the truth. Loki eventually revealed that they weren't on Midgard anymore. And the worst part was not knowing what had happened to his friends.
Then one day, Clint just accepted it all. He realized that this was home now. Here in an inescapable room with Loki. And he was ok with it. Because Loki would protect him. Keep him safe. Loki would love Clint. He would worship his body everyday. And Clint had never felt so loved in his life. And in return, he did the same for Loki. What they had may not be perfect, but in the end having each other was all that mattered. Loki loved Clint. Clint loved Loki. He needed Loki. Clint's whole world revolved around his Norse God.
He wasn't sure when he stopped being Clint and started being "darling". But it happened. Darling did anything and everything Loki asked without question or hesitation, where as Clint would fight and argue with everything Loki said because he hated him for what he did.
Then one day, Clint looked in the reflective surface of Loki's helmet, which he kept hanging on the wall for show. That's when he realized there had never been a mirror in this room. He looked at himself, expecting to see someone completely different staring back. Someone broken. But everything was the same, in fact, Clint thought he looked happier than he had been before. The only thing different were his eyes. He had seen it in Dr. Selvig's eyes. It was the colour of Loki's possession. Then Clint knew that was the reason he had stopped putting up a fight. It was the reason he had finally let go. Loki had forced it on him.
Loki noticed him staring at the strange colour in his eyes. Clint felt him approach. Leaning down, he whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry, Darling. I just couldn't bare to see you hate me anymore. Not when I love you more than anything in all of the nine realms."
Clint turned around and stared deep into Loki's brilliant green eyes and told him, "It's ok. You can get rid of it now. I'm finally home." Then he dove in for a passionate kiss. And Clint knew it was the truth. Everyone he had know before was long dead. Everything he had left behind was gone. But, it was ok because now he had Loki, and Loki had him.
And maybe they both just needed a little love.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys. So I hoped you enjoyed my story. As you can tell, I got a little bored with writing it, so I decided to end it. And this is the only way I could think of doing it in one chapter. But if you read "Love me", thankyou. Please review it. Dont sugar coat anything...I'm new here, and i want to improve my writing. Thanks! Bye.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in Marvel. If i did, the Avengers would be a tv show... and everyone would be gay. And there would be alot of sex scences...Or maybe i could just make it into a porno?