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*~Loki's P.O.V.: Witness~*
Both Katarina and Thor rushed from the celebrations, heavily intoxicated. They were gone for quiet a while, when Fandral came over and shoved me hard.
"Thou art truly a moron." He spat at me with disdain. He pursed his lips and glare coldly.
"Oh, and what new found position gives you the right to talk to me in such a manner?"
"My position? One, where I am now the care taker of the maiden whom you were quiet obviously eye fucking earlier." His enigmatic tone confused and angered me.
"Well, it matters not what I think of her, when I know she will not have me." He let out a nasally, conceited laugh and looked down his nose at me.
"You truly have no idea?It's amazing that you are still alive with this amount of incompetence."
Fandral walked off in an air of arrogance and beckoned me to follow. I did so, and walked out of the exuberant festivities and down the corridor. We soon came across a pair of green, ankle boots laying haphazardly on the floor, we followed the sound of mother's violin and found Katarina and Thor dancing. They seemed joyful and at peace in each others arms.
"Perhaps, you're too late dear Loki. I wonder whose fault it is?" He smirked and turned in a burst of anger and hit him.
"Do not antagonize me Lord Fandral, for I am unpredictable when scorned." And with that I stalked away in a fit of anger.
*~Bella's P.O.V.: Lost Comrades~*
"Natasha, Bruce, it's been four days since Kat went missing and three since Loki, Thor and Tony joined her on the list of missing people. We need to find them! Something could have happened to them." Bruce folded his arms stubbornly and Natasha pursed her lips in irritation.
"It's not a S.H.I.E.L.D. matter."
"Oh, so the fact that Loki escaped from his glass prison yet again, isn't a S.H.I.E.L.D. matter? So it doesn't concern you that a universal criminal is god knows where, doing god knows what? That's just wonderful. Nice to know you don't have enough feeling in your whole fucking body to give a damn about your family and the planet you walk on." Natasha's eyes darkened and she pushed me into a wall, hard.
"Don't tell me about not having any feelings, I'm a spy damn you, I was trained not to have any feelings. And as for family? Katarina is nothing to me, we don't even share the same blood."
"Agony." Natasha fell to her knees and began shaking uncontrollably.
A few moments later and Clint put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly.
"Don't worry babe, we'll get Kat back. And if Loki hurt her, I'll put an arrow through his eye." A smile teased my lips into a light grin.
"Alright, but Banner, you said you would protect Kat, she needs you right now. Please think about joining us in searching for her." He sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose lightly.
"I'll run some scans to see if I can find any thermonuclear signatures that match Tony's suit." I reached up and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you." He turned and walked away, waving with a disheartened hand. I sighed and Clint's arms slid around my waist, his head rested on my shoulder.
"You alright babe?" I tilted my head back and nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I guess, I'm just worried about them. Normally I can just sense if she's in trouble, but..."
"Well what do you sense?"
"That she's safe, but she's hurt." He squeezed me and shivers ran up my spine.
"Well, then we are going to assume that she's okay." I turned and nuzzled into his chest and his arms tightened.
"You always know just what to say, don't you?"
"Of course, it comes with the territory of being a spy."
He then picked me up bridal style and carried me away to the room we were currently sharing. He kissed my neck gently and nibbled affectionately, I giggled and his heart began to race almost as fast as mine was.
"Clint, is this really appropriate?" He smiled into my neck and kissed it quickly.
"What you need to do right now is relax, and there is no better way to do so." My face heated up and he set me on my feet. His hand slowly made it's way up and underneath my red tank-top and he unhooked my bra with nimble, expert fingers. Clint's fingers were hard with callouses from using his bow, but his hands were cool to the touch. They slid at a painstakingly slow pace down my spine, leaving a trial of goose bumps in their wake. I reached up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me.
"I love you." I whispered and looked down, afraid of his response to my confession. He chuckled a bit and kissed me harshly, with nothing but raw emotion. We broke apart for a moment to gasp for air.
"That is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard." He kissed me quickly.
"I love you too, more than anything." A glorious smile broke out on my face, and spread to his.
We kissed again, but this time it was more intense, it had more feeling behind it. He forced my back against the wall and teased my tongue with his own. Without breaking stride, he pulled off his shirt ad helped me out of mine; without a bra on, I was left exposed to his sharp eyes. He reached behind me and pulled me to his chest, with a cool hand resting on the small of my back. Clint lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, his 'arrow' sticking against my damp bottoms. A shot of what felt like electricity raced over my body, making every place Clint touch tingle, and every tingle made it's way to a tight coil in my stomach. His mouth latched onto the crook of my neck and his hands groped my breasts and his calloused fingers teased them, making my nipples harden and the coil in my stomach tighten. I gasped at the sensation of his teeth grazing my skin and his manhood grinding into me. He threw me onto our king size bed and proceeded to crawl on top of me. He kissed my chest and let his tongue wander in between my breasts and a moan escaped my lips. He stood up and looked down at me with lust in his eyes.
"Pants, off, now." He growled deeply and I squirmed out of my damp sweat pants quickly. He flashed a dazzling smile and quickly unzipped his own pants to reveal his thick, elongated...There was a knock at the door and irritation flashed in his eyes angrily.
He zipped his pants up and stalked off to the door, he opened it enough to see the person outside, but block their view in.
"What?"
"I've located the last known position of Tony." I grabbed one of Clint's button up shirts and put it on, then walked over to the door. When Bruce saw me his eyes widened and an eyebrow went up in question, but he said nothing.
"That's great, thanks."
"Was I interrupting something?" Clint and I nodded and Bruce's face reddened.
"My apologies."
"Don't worry about it." I smiled and Clint glared. Bruce shuffled off awkwardly and Clint slammed the door. He was stewing over the fact that we couldn't finish our personal rendezvous. I kissed him and his eyes softened but he groaned in irritation.
"We have to go find them, don't we?" I nodded and he sighed.
"Don't worry, after we find them, I'm all yours." He smiled devilishly , grabbed my arm and tossed me onto the bed, he then crawled on top of me and kissed me hard.
"Good, because I wouldn't have it any other way."
Clint kissed me quickly, then got up and started getting dressed.
"Alright, let's go get the Loki bastard." I nodded and grabbed my clothes, after a while of searching, I looked up from under his bed with a small pout.
"What's wrong babe?"
"I can't find my underwear." He grinned and held up a pair of sky blue, cotton undergarments on one finger.
"Oh, these?" I reached up to grab them and he jerked the soft blue fabric out of my reach.
"Clint, give them to me." He shook his head with a smile.
"Nope, I'm keeping these until our special date." He then walked over to his dresser and hid them in a drawer with a lock.
"What's in there?" He held up a finger to his lips.
"It's my little secret."
*~Normal P.O.V.: First Impressions~*
After dancing for a few hours with Thor, we made our way back to the party, which was now dying down. We watched as Odin sneaked out of the room without anyone noticing.
"Hey Thor, I said I would help your love life, so help mine."
"Of course maiden, how can I help?"
"I need to ask your father something." He nodded in understanding, then he jogged up and pulled hid father off to the side and motioned me towards them. I pulled up my skirts and hastily made my way to them.
"You wish to speak to me maiden?" I nodded politely.
"I'm in love with your son." Odin's eye darted between Thor and I.
"Oh! NO, not this son, your adopted son." Odin's eyes glimmered with interest.
"Follow me, you as well Thor." We followed him and he lead us to his office/ war meeting room; a beautiful woman with curly, blonde hair with her back to us, responded to the sound of the door closing.
"Odin dear, what of the party?"
"It was splendid love, but we have an important guest." She turned and her bright green eyes skimmed over the three of us and rested on Thor softly.
"Hello Thor, is it true that your brother is home without being imprisoned?" Thor nodded and his mother's smile deepened.
"That is good."
"Mother, we must speak of Loki, 'tis important to my friend here." Thor stood aside and motioned to me.
"Oh? What of?" She looked at me carefully but gave nothing away.
She looked to Odin and they sat down, Thor and I sat across from them on white leather sofas.
"Why do we need to discuss my son, Loki, in secret?" Odin took her hand affectionately.
"Loki is engaged to Lady Silvania of the Vante's, is he not?" The woman nodded slightly.
"What do you honestly think of that woman? Of that family?" Odin's wife pursed her lips in deep thought for a few moments.
"The family is rather blood thirsty for my taste, and the woman herself is much too manipulative and twisted. Though despite this, she accepts Loki, even with all of his faults and even his true lineage. Why?" Odin looked to me and nodded for me to speak my peace. I sighed and looked down at my fingers which were tangled in my lap.
"Speak child." Odin's gentle words calmed me and I didn't even know I was nervous. I squared my shoulders and looked the older woman in the eye.
"I love Loki, and I have no idea why." She looked at me with hard eyes and began sizing me up. After what seemed like hours, Odin stood, breaking the eye contact between his wife and I.
"Iris, love, please do not judge this child just yet." She glanced at Odin and nodded slightly.
"Child, what is your name?"
"My name is Katarina, and I assume your's is Iris? It's a very beautiful name." She smiled a bit and nodded.
"Thank you, as is yours. 'Tis getting late now, I propose you and I talk further over breakfast tomorrow morning. In the garden."
"I would very much enjoy that. Thank you, for your hospitality, it's very welcoming."
We exchanged some more pleasantries before Thor escorted me to my room.
"Katarina, you were brilliant, I'm proud of your bravery. My mother is a formidable woman, and she invited you into her garden."
"Is that good?"
"Yes! It's wonderful." I smiled weakly and yawned a bit.
"Thor, I want to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning, alright?"
"Of course, sweetest dreams maiden. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I went into my room and closed the door gently behind me. changed into a violet transparent night gown and fell onto the bed. I was instantly surrounded by soft fabrics and plush pillows. I sat up, took down and shook out my hair, letting it fall down my shoulders. I got comfortable in the large bed (which wasn't hard to do), and fell asleep almost immediately.