Loki took hold of the archers wrist in a firm grip and pulled him along behind him. He lead the way up the stone, spiral staircase. When they reached the top, the god suddenly stopped, nearly causing Clint to run into him. The SHIELD agent looked around Loki to see Thor standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a look on his face, like he'd just caught them doing something they shouldn't. Barton was suddenly worried that Thor would put a stop to what Clint was practically desperate for. He watched the brothers stare at each other in silence for several minutes, but a grin soon broke across the God of thunders face and he waved them off without a word.

Loki didn't hesitated to leave his brother standing in the corridor, grinning like a fool, as he dragged his prize toward his old room. He was in agreement with his human. They had waited far too long for this. There was an anxious silence in the air around them and the god could feel the tension building. He wanted to wreck the man currently trailing along behind him. He wanted to to pin him over his desk and have his way with him, and he knew the archer wouldn't resist him if he chose to do so.

Clint's heart was beating like a jackhammer and had lodged itself in his throat. He looked up in time to see Loki wave the hand, that wasn't locked around his wrist, and two dark wood double doors at he end of the hall swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind. It brought a slight grin to the blondes face. It seems the god was just as eager as he was after their brief delay.

Only once they were inside the room, did Loki release the tight hold on his wrist and he watched the trickster close the doors with another wave of his hand and heard the lock click into place. He was locked inside the room with the man who made him into a puppet, yet he still wasn't afraid. He turned to finally get a good look around the room that was Loki's. It wasn't like he imagined it would be. All dark colors and depressing, creepy aesthetic. No, it wasn't like that at all. The room was large and open, with large bay windows. It had dark wood floors, golden walls, with accents of dark emerald green. The was a large four poster bed in the center, against the wall. The blankets and bed curtains were the same shade of green of the gods eyes with a gold trim. The thing that surprised him the most was the amount of books on book cases throughout the room. It was like the god has his own personal library. He knew Loki was intelligent, but he didn't take him for the reading type. The room was very much Loki. Everything was clean and very regal looking and Clint suddenly felt out of place in it.

Before his anxiety had the chance to spike, the trickster seemed to know exactly how he was feeling. He felt a pair of long slender arms encircle him from behind and pull him back against a hard chest, keeping his arms pinned against his body. Instead of feeling constricted and trapped, he closed his eyes and leaned back further into the embrace, feeling reassured.

"You are always welcome here...Clinton." Then there were lips against the back of his neck.

His name on the gods lips caused him to shiver once again. The soft kisses being placed up his throat to his jawline didn't help the matter. Being so closed, he knew Loki could feel his shutter, which was made evident by the smirk against his skin. "So responsive to me, my little Hawk." He felt the hot breath as it was whispered into his ear. He sounded almost predatory and Clint was about to be his prey.

"Strip." Clint knew it was not a request and soon the embrace he was held in, was gone and his eyes reopened. He looked over his should to see Loki, now sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed, watching him expectantly.

The archer did as he was told and started by slowly slipping off his brown leather jacket and laying it across the back of a second chair. He didn't want to leave a mess of clothing in the gods spotless room. Under the leather he had on a long sleeve white shirt.

"Stop." The voice cut through him, causing his hand to stutter to a halt, where they were about to lift his shirt over his head. He look up to see the trickster standing and walking toward him, until they were face to face. Clint was confused and a little worried.

"But, you said-"

"I know what I said." Loki cut him off. "I changed my mind."

Clint's eyes widened in concern. Had he done something wrong? Had he upset the god somehow? His heart sank as his anxiety rose up quickly.

"Quiet your mind, darling." The green eyed man soothed as he placed his hands, comfortingly, on the archers shoulders. "There's a reason I stopped you...I would like to disrobe you, myself."

Clint couldn't stop the relieved smile from beaming across his face. Loki watched and could visibly see the tension leaving the blondes body as he relaxed again. His smile was quite infectious causing the god to give him a small one in return.

"May I?"

Clint gave him a short nod of approval and Loki set to work, removing his lovers clothing. He made sure to do so slowly, wanting to drag it out and drive the archer into begging for more of his touch. His hands slid from the midgardians shoulders, down his chest an sides, until he reached the hem of the white shirt. Without needing to be told, Clint lifted his arms and Loki lifted it over his head and discarded it in to the room, where it vanished from sight. The god huffed in mild annoyance when he realize that the SHIELD agent was wearing, yet another shirt under his last.

"You wear far too many layers." He complained.

"It's winter..."

Loki looked at him as if confused by his statement.

"Normal people get cold when the temperature gets below freezing." He reiterated and Loki finally understood as he seemed to notice the chilled bumps across his lovers flesh. A hand waved toward the fireplace behind them and it burst to life, casting a warm light around them. "Thank you."

Loki nodded and proceeded to take the last of his hawks top layers off and tossed it away into the unknown. Now his human was partially naked, but partially wasn't good enough. His eyes roamed over the mans lean body. He noticed his little hawks skins was far from flawless. It was cover in scars of all different shapes and sizes. Most likely from his years as a SHIELD agent or his circus life before that. He wanted to know the story behind each and every one of them. He traced a finger down a thin jagged scar on the blondes shoulder, before looking at the archer expectantly.

Clint frowned before reaching a hand up, aiming to hide the scar from view, only to be stopped by a cool lithe hand.

"Scars are nothing to be ashamed of, Clinton." The god explained. "They prove how strong you are to survive getting them."

Clint took a deep breath and lower his hand back to his side. "I was in South America, busting up a drug cartel and a thug attacked me with a knife." He finally answered the unasked question.

Loki drew his thin finger up and traced over another scar that ran along his collarbone. "And this one?"

"You already know my father was an abusive alcoholic." Loki nodded and let him continue. "Well, He tried to slit my throat one night while drunk...he missed."

Loki frowned deeply. Why would a father try and murder their own son? It's a good thing for Barton's father that he was already dead, or he would be soon.

The scars the god was most curious about were the ones in the archers ears. "And what of these?" He reached a hand up to cup the side of the mans face, but he didn't get the chance because as soon as Clint's eyes followed his gaze, he quickly flinched and shrunk back away from him. His brows furrowed as he watch the man cover both ears with his hands, as if to hide them away. He could practically feel the aura of panic coming off the agent in waves. It must be a sensitive area for him. Loki kept his movement slow as he stepped forward, lowering his hands to reach for his lovers waist instead. His touch seemed to snap Barton out of his sudden fearful trance and the man looked back up at him a brief flicker of fear crossed through his eyes, but was gone in an instant. The trickster never wanted to see that look again.

"I'm sorry..." Clint apologized softly as he lowered his hands back down to his sides.

"No need to apologize. I should have ask permission before touching." Loki reassured him. "But can I ask why it bothers you so much? What are they from?"

"It's a long story, but I've actually lost my hearing twice now. Once from and ultrasonic machine, but I got it back. The second time I wasn't so lucky. I was caught and stabbed in both ears, with my own arrows. It did too much damage to be fixed. Stark made me some hearing aids a few years ago, after not hearing a thing for fourteen years. Needless to say, everything was a bit too loud at first. Sometimes it can still be a bit overwhelming...I'm sorry I pulled away from you. I'm not afraid of you. It's was just...a gut reaction." Clint ended his rambling and just stared at the floor.

"Clinton." Loki spoke softly. "Look at me."

Still, without hesitation, Clint lifted his gaze to meet the gods. "I'm -."

The tricksters lips against his own cut him off and caused his eyes to widen. They slowly closed; the Avenger's arms slipping around the God. His lips tasted of... Strawberry and lime, and something sweeter. Cherries, perhaps. Whatever it was, it was distinct to Loki.

The kiss slowly became more passionate, the men's tongues beginning to battle for dominance. Loki won quickly, taking the time to explore his lover's mouth. After a couple of minutes of breath taking kisses, Clint, being the human that he was, needed to come up for air. Loki's lips almost immediately attaching to the younger's neck. A small, soft moan slipped through the archers's lips as the god worked on leaving visible love bites along the archer's collar bones. He may be losing Clint, back to his own world soon, but he wanted to ensure it was known who he belonged to... Who he longed for.

The trickster roamed his hands up and down the mans body, mapping out every inch of him. He wanted to explore his lover and know everything thing about him. All the little things that made him tick, made him shiver with delight. His cool hands made contact with many more scars, on which he would question the archer about at a later time. He finally let one of his hand slip 'below the belt', as the midgardians say, and palmed his little hawk through his jeans, relishing in the small gasp of his name being released from his human lover. His felt the archers length twitch beneath his hand and kept up his slow maneuvers. He wanted to keep Clint on edge, wanting him...needing him. The way Loki needed him.

Finally the god leaves his lovers member, erect and twitching, so he can continue his disrobing of the man. His slender finger working slowly and delicately to undo the zipper, but then decided he was finished wasting time and just want to see Clint bare before him. He took a couple steps back and waved a hand and the archers jeans, boxers, shoes and socks vanished, leaving the make finally nude for the tricksters eyes to drink all over him in. Clint always had insecurities, ever since he was younger, but he didn't feel any of them in this moment. He felt beautiful under the gods heated gaze. Beautiful and wanted. "Your turn."

Loki grinned and opened his arms out to the side in a gesture that said 'then come do it.' Clint didn't hesitate before closing the gap. He grips the front of the tricksters robe and pulls him down into another kiss, which Loki gladly reciprocated. He just couldn't get enough of this man. Clint had had other partners, both men and women, but none could even hold a candle to how Loki made him feel. While kissing his godly lover, he set out on what he came to do. He pushed the robe off his shoulders and it vanished before it could hit the floor, leaving he trickster in just his dark green tunic and black leather pants. The archer moved his kisses from the tricksters mouth and traveled down his jawline and neck, as his hands made work of the knots holding Loki's tunic in place.

When the knots were finally unraveled by frustrated hands, the god let out a small chuckle. "You are not a very patient man, are you Clinton?" He asked in a low, lust driven voice.

The archer huffed an irked sound. "Not when I want something this badly." He admitted as he pushed the tunic off of Loki's shoulders, letting it drop into nothingness, leaving him bare-chested. His skin was pale and immaculate. Clint wanted to explore every inch of it, leaving marks on it, so Loki would never for this night they would spend together, just in case it they couldn't be together again.

"And you shall have me, just as I shall have you, my beautiful Hawk." The god promised, causing Clint to blush lightly from him term of endearment. Loki reached forward to grip the agents waist, but his hand was stopped by his human lover.

"Wait."

The trickster furrowed his brows in confusion. "Clinton," he lifted the archers face to look at him, "We're finally together again, while wait a second longer?...Having second thoughts?"

Clints face broke into a grin and he nodded. "Absolutely not! I want to." He slowly slid Loki's hand away, giving him plenty of authority to refuse, before kneeling in front of the trickster and sliding his leather trousers to the floor. "But I want to warship you like you deserve first."

Loki's hand found his hair instantly, stroking his scalp and murmuring praise as Clint parted his lips and sucked the god into his mouth. Loki groaned at the same time the archer pressed his tongue just under his head. He rocked forward, deeper into his hawks mouth, making him moan while he let his eyes fall shut. "That's right, my hawk. Just like that." He led Clint's head back and forth on his cock until he felt that coveted burning feeling, deep in his core, and he pulled out. The SHIELD agent still whined at the loss. "I don't want our night to end so fast and you keep doing that, I'm afraid our time together would end rather quickly. You've taken care of me, now let me take care of you."

Clint looked up at the god, through his lashes, and nodded. Loki pulled away and signaled with two fingers for the archer to stand. He rose to his feet and crowded into his lovers space, the need to be close, overwhelming. The Trickster smiled adoringly at the man and slid his hands over Clint's chest and down his sides. Loki let his cool hands travel down his lovers back and gripped two handfuls of the mans ass. The archer swallowed down his sound and let his head fall to the god's shoulder. "Please, Loki...Touch me." The taller man bit down on the soft, golden skin along Clint's neck and groaned. "I can finally grant you that, my Hawk." He kept a litany of kisses up, mouth parted and leaving wet trails along his skin. Clint gasped and hitched his hips towards Loki's body heat.

The Trickster leaned back just enough to look down at Clint's proud erection. He trailed his hand down the waves of the archers abs, fingers tickling the line of his hip, until he circled the girth of his lover's cock in his hand. Clint's mouth dropped in silent lust and Loki looked back up to him. "Finally," he whispered. His hand started a strong, smooth rhythm, swiping over Barton's head and keeping tight.

"Lo-Loki..," Clint gasped. His hand came to the god's wrist and slowed him. "I haven't..." he shook his head to clear it. "I haven't let anyone else touch me since...I'll come too soon."

Loki growled and took Clint's mouth with his, biting harshly and digging his other hand into the mans hip. "Because you know who you belong to. You know you're mine, Clinton." The god smiled against his lips. "And now here we are. Well worth the wait, I'd say." The dark haired man could feel the burn of his hawks blush and it only made Loki want to ruin him more. "On the bed."

Clint straightened at the direct order and slipped from Loki's loosened grip. He went to the exquisite bed and laid himself back on it, head propped against the pillows. The god came to the end of the bed and let his eyes roam from the archers toes to his disheveled hair. The agent smirked. "I thought we were done waiting. Or did you want to do this some other time?"

Loki raised a brow. "The cheek on you. I should punish you for it."

Clint gasped and then chuckled as the Trickster clambered up the bed and placed himself between his legs, attacking his neck and chest with kisses. He ground his hips down into his hawks as he worked on mark after mark, a blaring declaration of ownership that Clint moaned for.

The archer joined the older man in moving his hips up, brushing his cock against The gods. "Loki, please," he pleaded.

Loki took both of them in his hand and pushed harder against Clint. "I want you to come now."

"But-" Clint gasped in air, "I want to...with you...inside me."

The god shook his head at his hawk's natural gift of making him melt without even trying. "Clinton," he groaned and pressed a harsh, quick kiss to his lovers mouth. "You will. Trust me, you will. But I want you to come now, too. I want you relaxed, so I can open you up for me." Clint nodded frantically and closed his eyes as Loki's hand sped up, dropping his own cock and focusing on the agents. The midgardian fisted the sheets in one hand and scratched down Loki's lean bicep with the other as he came over the trickster's hand and his own stomach.

Loki cut off the deep, guttural sound of his own name falling from Clint's throat with more determined snogging. He dropped the archer's sensitive dick back to his stomach. "Look at you," he mused. "If I'd known how amazing you sound when you come, I would've broken out of my prison a long time ago and made you come all the time."

Clint licked his lips lazily and smoothed a hand up and down The god's front, from chest to pelvis. "If I'd known how it felt to have your hands back on me, I would have broken in and let you."

Loki raked rough fingernails up the archer's thigh and over his hip, causing him to gasp."Want me to put my fingers in you? Stretch you out for me?"

Clint groaned and rocked down like he could feel them already. "fuck yes."

"Tonight, you shall have whatever you want, my Hawk." With that, Loki, just this once, used his magic, on himself to coat his fingers in a clear lubricant, this things easier on his archer.

Clint watched him with drooping eyes and spread legs. When the god leaned back over him, his lover's fingers disappearing between his legs, he licked his lips nervously. Loki instantly erased that fear with a kiss to his human's knee and three words. "You are mine." He pushed his first finger in slowly, stopping at the second knuckle and kissing down the inside of Clint's thigh. "You're the most perfect being in the world."

"Loki?" Barton asked an arsenal of questions with one name and a rock of his hips. The Trickster pushed his finger deeper, letting the tight vise of his hawk's body pull him in. He wiggled his digit, getting Clint used to the feeling before thrusting it carefully in and out of his body. The agent groaned at the friction, arching off the bed and dropping his head back to his pillows. "More."

"Clinton," Loki groaned and lined a second finger up. He licked up the line of Barton's thick erection as he pushed the finger in. Clint inhaled a shocked breath, teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip. "How is it, love? Too much?"

The archer shook his headed stiltedly. "I'm good. Just, God, it's been so long."

The god hummed his acknowledgment and started pushing both fingers against his lover's hole. "And there's so much more to come. I want you to have everything, my Hawk."

"Everything," Clint repeated dumbly. "Yeah, yes, please."

"Good man." Loki sucked the archers cock between his lips and thrust his fingers harder. Clint cried out at the sensations, hand squeezing the Trickster's shoulder to keep himself grounded. When Loki tittled his fingers and curled them into the agents spot, the midgardian scratched across his shoulder blade and begged, "Please."

The god quickly teased the third finger at his lover's entrance. Three fingers slid back and forth easily inside Clint, who stretched around Loki's digits like he was made for it. The Asgardian supposed he was. He moved to lick along the side of Barton's shaft as he prodded three fingers at Clint's prostate until he was shaking and stuttering for air.

Loki moved to within a hair's breadth of the archer's lips. "Don't you want my cock, Clinton?"

"Yes." He groaned.

"Of course, love. It's yours." The god slicked himself up, using his magic again, and brushed his tip back and forth over Clint's stretched entrance before pushing in. Barton tightened immediately, stopping Loki only a couple inches in. The sorcerer massaged his thighs and whispered to him, "Relax, my Hawk. Let me make you feel good."

Clint took a long breath and consciously relaxed his muscles. When he loosened enough that Loki could move without harming his fragile lover, the trickster pulled back a little before pushing in deeper. He alternated between short pulls back and long thrusts in until he was flush against Clint. He stilled and lowered to his forearms before kissing the man, slow and intimate.

"Alright?"

Clint tightened his arms around Loki's back and kissed him deeper. The god took that as a yes and pulled out to his head before pushing in again. The archer moaned at the feeling and his legs bent up to wrap around his lover's body. Loki groaned when Clint pulled him in deeper, starting a hard pace into the midgardians body.

Clint loosed quiet grunts and hisses with each of the god's trusts. And when Loki directed his thrusts up and deeper, the man cried out and clawed at the sorcerer's back. "Yes," He praised. "Harder."

Loki groaned at Clint's new tightness, increasing his rhythm and pushing into the archer with more power. "You are so good for me, my Hawk."

"Loki," Barton breathed. "I'm-Loki, I'm going to-"

The god wrapped a hand around his lover and pressed his lips to Clint's throat. "Come for me, Love."

The archer rocked between Loki's hand and where the Asgardian penetrated him until his breath caught and he released for the second time over the Trickster's hand, leaking down onto his stomach. Loki stroked him through it, kissing across his chest and nibbling on his collar bones as he kept a languid rhythm.

"Come on, Loki. Please, come inside me. Mark me as yours." The god bit down on the place his lips rested and growled as he quickened his pace again, chasing his finish. Clint threaded his fingers into his lover's hair and tugged, latching his lips onto the column of Loki's throat, determined to mark him as well. "I want to feel you." He pulled back enough to look Loki in the eye. "My Hveðrungr."

The gods eyes widened and he buried in deep and moaned as he filled Clint's body with his release. "Clinton!" He grunted into the hot air. He snaked a hand between them and rubbed around the stretched muscle sheathing his twitching cock. The Shield agent made a sound deep in his throat while Loki pulled out.

The misgardian starfished flat on the bed and Loki fell to his side, pulling Clint into his side so the man could rest his head on his chest. "Clint." He breathed into the mans hair.

"Yes?" The archer sighed.

"You are mine."

Clint just hummed and kissed Loki's chest. "I am yours." He agreed.

And hour later the two were freshly cleaned up and the bed had had new sheets put on, all by Loki's magic of course. They were curled up together under the heavy duvet. Clint was in an out of sleep where he lay with his head resting of the gods chest, listening to his heart beat, and one arm wrapped around his torso. His lover was currently using the arm that was wrapped around the archer to trace all the little scars the littered his back. He knew Loki wanted to asked about them, but was probably afraid to after Clint reaction earlier in the night.

"A lot of them don't come with interesting stories." He told the Sorcerer. "Most of them are quite boring actually."

"Clinton, I doubt there is anything about you that's boring."

The agent huffed a short laugh. "If you really want to know, I remember how I got each other."

"I want to everything about you. Even if you, yourself, don't think it's an important detail, I want to know it. "

Clint looked up into the gods bright green eyes and saw nothing but honesty in them. "Ok." And so, they laid there for hours, with him telling Loki the story behind ever scar he had. Even the most boring one, the trickster still seemed to take interest in. He spoke until his eyelids grew heavy. He should head back home. He hadd never stayed in Asgard overnight and his friends may start to worry.

"I...I should go." He said in a voice full of exhaustion, eyes so heavy they were nearly closed.

"Don't you dare leave me, not yet." He heard the god whisper in his ear. "Stay. Sleep."

Clint didn't want to move. This was the first time in almost two years that his mind and body were not at war with each other. He actually felt at peace and he just wanted to sleep in the arms of the man who cared for him. In the arms of the man he felt safe with. So he did. He gave in the fatigue and let himself succumb to sleep, all while his lover drew delicate patterns across his back with smooth fingertips.

Bright sunlight gleaming through the open window is how Clint was awoken the next morning. He felt another body wrapped around him and for a split second tensed, before glorious from the night before came flooding back and he relaxed in the gods hold. Part of him still couldn't believe last night happened. He didn't regret it one bit. They only bad part was that he had to leave soon.

"Don't think about it, Love." He heard Loki's voice whisper to him. How long had he been awake?

"I have to go soon. If the others find out-"

"Am I to be your shameful secret?" The trickster asked, his voice raising a slight offense.

Clint frowned and untangled himself from the gods arms, pushed him back on to the bed, and straddled his hips. "Absolutely not!" He said trying to will Loki to feel the sincere honesty in his words. "I don't want to keep you a secret. Hell, if I could, I'd shout it from the roof tops, as cliche as that sounds. But they can't know...At least not yet. If I tell them, Even Natasha, they will you're controlling me again and they won't let me come back. They will lock me away in a SHIELD facility until they think I'm free of you." He tried to explain. The archer leaned down until his forehead met Loki's. "I don't think I would survive, if they kept me away from you."

"Yes, you would, because you are strong, Clinton." Loki said as he leaned forward for to meet his Hawks lips in a soft, delicate kiss and wrapped his long arms around the tense man. "But we won't let that happen. I won't let anyone keep us a part...You trust me, correct?"

Clint nodded before laying his head to rest of the sorcerers shoulder.

"Good. Then trust that I won't let anyone keep us apart ever again."

The archer nodded again. "Ok."

Loki smiled against the midgardians cheek. "Good man." He praised. "Now, let us get you home."

Clint sighed and and removed himself from The tricksters lap and walked around the room, looking for his clothing, but remember that most of his cloths had disappeared. "Uhhh...I kinda need clothes to get home." He said, still standing, very much naked, in the middle of Loki's room. The god grinned and let his bright eyes roam over the archers body once more, before gesturing behind him. Clint turned to see his clothes neatly folded and sitting on the chair that had his jacket draped over the back. They had definitely not been there a moment ago.

"Thank you." He said and started dressing. When he looked back at Loki, the man was already dressed, despite not moving from his place. "That's not fair." He teased.

The god smirked. "Trust me, I'd rather us be without."

"I'm sure you would." Clint mocked.

The two left Loki's room together and walked down the hall. Thor was already waiting for them in the great hall when they arrived. He didn't say a word, which Clint was grateful for, and simply lead the way out. There were three horses waiting for them outside. Loki was sure their father had order Thor to escort them, so he did not try to escape back to Midgar, but he wasn't planning on doing anything to jeopardize his and Clint's future together.

The three rode across the rainbow bridge in silence. When they arrived to the Bifrost, Thor graciously decided to wait outside and give the two a moment to say their goodbyes. He was all for whatever relationship was forming between his brother and his team mate. It seems to be working some good on the both of them. Barton seemed far less anxious and tense. Loki seemed far less insecure and arrogant. He knew the other Avenger would not approve, so he would keep their secret until the two were ready to come clean and confront the other. And when they decided it was time, he'd be there to stand beside them.

Loki lead Clint into the Bifrost, completely ignoring Heimdall's presence. He only had eyes for his Hawk. "You will come back." It was not a question.

"Only death could keep me away."

Loki didn't even want to think of how...mortal...his lover was. How fragile his human body was. He would have to think of a way to change that. "Then don't die."

Clint chuckled. "That is the plan." He teased. "I will be back. I just need to take care of some things and make sure Shield doesn't need me for anything."

The archer reached out and clutched he front of Loki's long robe and the god allowed the man to pull him close and met his kiss with a soft, but fierce passion. "One day we won't have to hide."

"Clinton, I look forward to that day."

"So do I."

"You must go now, before the team thinks I abducted you and had my wicked way with you." Loki gave him a teasing smirk.

"Oh no. We wouldn't want them to think that." He played along, before his face softened. "I will be back soon. I promise."

"I'm holding you to that Promise, Clinton." The god said as he watch his lover back away from him and turn to the Bifrost. A moment later, he was gone.

Loki sighed and turned to walk back to the bridge where his brother awaited him. They mounted their horses, Thor having to lead Clint's horse back. "Brother..." Loki spoke before he even knew words were forming.

"Yes, Loki?"

"Thank you." Those words weren't as hard to say as he thought and he was surprised to realize that he actually meant them.

"You're welcome." Thor said with a genuine smile. "I will stand beside you both when the time comes."

Loki was surprised at then, but tried not to let it show on his face. "I'm sure, Bar-...Clint. I'm sure Clint will appreciate that...As will I." He was not going to lie. If he wanted things to be real with his little Hawk, then he had to be real as well. It would take time, but he would do it...For Clint.