Hello! as I promised, here is your weekend update! But without Seth Myers :(

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Please enjoy! No warnings this time- just some sad stuff. As always, a big thankyou to my regular reviewers and now new followers! It really makes me so happy.

"If you want more, then return to me tonight."

It sounded like a cheap spoken scene from a horrible movie or play—but-

His voice was full of venom and thick stench of manipulation. Much was Loki's tongue way back… but now this timid mind took anything to heart…

Barton had made him feel like no other. Like a drug- he took the pain away. He made it go away. He wasn't like Thanos- or Thor- Odin- anyone. All the awful regret and painful memories of his turmoil and evil was gone in an instant. He made him beg like a mere pup.

This was a magic he could never understand.

His fuzzed up mind and body walked slowly to the castle. He wasn't trying to understand- oh no. No no… he wasn't going to think about much… but… Agent Barton… just made him beg and whimper and feel like …. Nothing he's ever felt.

He made everything go away.

Loki heard muffled cries and then suddenly he was gently being pushed by his past friend Sif, soothing words being his encouragement to go to Thor and show his face to everyone. He looked back, staggering now with the help of Hogun and Sif, Fandral behind and Voltsagg leading them and yelling to the eager servants ahead that it was alright. He wanted to see Clint again- his face- his eyes- but where they his eyes? No… and that wasn't his voice... was it?

And then the sad thought came into him that Barton had violated him- he took his pride and body without anything. He thought nothing of Loki.

But he wasn't like the rest.

He didn't give that awful pity baby talk- or that pathetic glare of sadness. No- he treated him normally… right?...right?

Have I forgotten how to be treated normal? What did that feel like?

His mind was turning over itself in confusion. He was thinking.

But I had never been treated normal. Have I.

He could see Thor and his little Hero friends waiting for him.

Always called Silver Tongue. Always been a liar- ever since I was little. People were taught to be one step ahead of me- but then I'd be two steps ahead of them. Then he'd get scolded for his pranks- sneered at because of his snake like eyes. Teased because he was weaker than the golden son. Weak. Disquisting- UN-IMPORTANT.

He made a whimper and light head bud to Thor, who was trying to pull the brother into an embrace.

You just didn't want your reputation as a good king to be discouraged because you lost your family member.

"Brother, what has happened? What scared you so?"

They were all looking at me.

Thor pushes him into a forced hug- one that helped the torn god lighten up a bit. It brought back memories of easier days. One when Thor and He, so young, went out on adventures. Just the two of them- exploring. And usually on those trips the bulky dog would even Listen to Loki's rambling about magic. The day usually finished with one of Thor's signature hugs- which is what was happening now.

The god gave a whine and sigh…

"Brother, here, Mother was worried just as I. You should see her. She misses you."

She just wants someone to hug because her beloved Husband is dead.

Ohh, a harsh thought. Loki quickly kicks himself and his bitter soul for that.

He follows Thor without a word, ignoring the concerns and urges from the Avengers. He didn't want to be near that crowd- to be looked at by the warriors. Thor was his chosen savior right now- leading him out and up to his mother. Hopefully the woman wouldn't sob once seeing her frazzled and fallen son. Thor looked like he was about to break down along with that.

Kings shouldn't cry.

Clinton had a booming headache. As he sought off Loki, he found himself sleeping on the soft grass. A buzzing thick gross beetle woke him- and then came the hangover like pain. It felt like a party with Tony (these few nights) and now he couldn't remember anything that happened- could he? Oh god this headache was going to kill him…

What had happened…

He lifted himself up, gasping as he felt sore down… there. There? Like thighs and lower ab and pelvis muscles. Like he just had wild sex. He knew this burning sensation- this morning dew that crowds your muscles and doesn't let them go until you do it again.

But he hadn't had sex in… uh..

Had he had it…? No-

But apparently he did.

'Now wasn't that fun, little bird?'

With that he drew his arrow and bow, looking around franticly. Voices? Sneaking up on the trained killer? Not a good idea. Whoever was out there was about to get a tazor arrow in their ass.

'You won't find me out here, I'm far away.'

He could feel his heart rate beat up and up- he recognized this god forsaken feeling. Someone was in his head.

'Do not fret, I am not here to harm you inside or out. I would just like to inform you that you have what you wanted.'

"What?"

Wait- NO! Don't ask question to the obvious psychopath in your head!

'You wanted revenge- and you took it. To my surprise, your little prince enjoyed himself. Are you a sex god, on your world, Agent Barton?'

He felt a shiver run down his spine and all through his nervs.

A laugh.

Uh oh- Is it Thanos? Someone else!? Who's taking Barton's mind again? :( And wasn't Loki's punishment over?

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