No! Clint! Why have I done such a thing! Read to find out what happens! Also, warning, contains yaoi and I do not own anything.

Chapter 17

"Too bad Thor couldn't stay," Tony said, gathering several drinks. "Thank you for coming though, Dr. Foster. It would have been nice to hear of this adventure without us from him."

"Tony," Bruce chastised.

"I imagine there is a lot to do on Asgard," Jane admitted. "Asgard is without a Queen. Thor's mother died to protect me..."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Steve said, thinking of Thor and how he was coping with it.

"There was also an archer that got hurt as well."

The room stiffened at her words. Natasha leaned forward. "How bad?"

Jane shook her head. "I'm not sure. Thor pulled me away before I could really see. I do know Loki took him back to Asgard."

"Did you recognize the archer?" Steve asked.

Jane sighed. "I never got a good look. The man always had a hood on and stayed away from me. Thor never said his name."

"Plausible deniability," Natasha said, whispering to Bruce next to her. "If she saw Clint, she could be arrested for not doing anything. The Council would take her, never to be seen."

Jane looked down at her hands, fearing what she had witnessed. She never asked but she knew who Hawkeye was and what he meant to the team. He was the world to Thor. If Hawkeye didn't survive, it would tear Thor and the rest of the Avengers apart.

Thor knelt down by the nest where Clint was laid. The man was dressed in the deep purples he favored with black and silver accents, a splash of red could be seen on the clothes, representing his connection to Thor. Loki stood at the edge of the nest, Clint's bow in his hands as he ran his fingers over the weapon. Solveig and the other members of Clint's guard stood around the room, quiet in their grief at the loss. Odin traced a crown of silver vines that sat on a cushion. The crown would be placed with Clint to symbolized the Queen to be.

The whole realm was grieving. Asgard had lost both Queens in a matter of days. Both Queens were beloved to the people and many wondered how they would move on. Odin watched as Thor grieved, giving his son space and time to feel. Even though Clint wasn't coordinated, he was still Queen and would be laid to rest that way. Loki was waiting for the sign to fetch the other Avengers. The funeral would take place after sunset and Loki knew the others would want to say their good byes to the archer.

Thor let his tears fall. "You will always have my heart and I shall carry you with me always." Thor leaned over, taking the hand one last time, kissing the fingertips that had grown so familiar over time, holding them for a moment, a promise to never forget, and slowly let the hand go.

A blast of light erupted at the touch, throwing Thor backwards as Loki, Odin, and the guards were pushed away as well. The light radiated everywhere, throwing rainbows across the room. Clint's body was lifted up with the beams of light and was fully enveloped with the colors. The light grew in intensity for a moment, purple becoming more pronounced as the colors filled the room. In a bang, the light erupted outwards, slowly disappearing, leaving Clint standing on his nest, dressed in robes of pure white. The room froze and Clint opened his eyes, taking a breath in.

"Clint?" Thor asked, regaining his feet and taking a cautious step forward.

Clint's eyes focused on Thor as a smile formed on his face. "Thor." Clint took a step before his legs gave out. Thor rushed over, catching the archer before he fell and gently tucking him into his side and sitting them on the bed. "Thor? What's wrong?" Thor held Clint close, unable to talk through the tears as he kept telling himself that the warm body of the man he loved was alive. "Thor?"

"I'm just so happy," Thor finally said. "Clint Barton, I love you."

Clint blinked up at Thor. "Thor, I love you too. But, what's going on?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Thor asked, holding a warm hand tight.

"I remember going to the Dark World but that's it. Thor, what happened?" Clint asked.

"We fought fiercely but lost the Aether and..." Thor's voice caught in his throat, remembering Clint's still form and the blood on his chest. "You took a blast for me. To save my life, you sacrificed yourself."

"What?"

"It's true," Loki said, stepping up to the nest and kneeling down. "I was there and brought your body back."

"But I'm alive," Clint said. "How could that happen?"

"A sacrifice in the name of love," Odin said, stepping up to the group. "I believe you were rewarded for your sacrifice and have ascended into godhood. You are truly an Asgardian."

"Go fetch the healers!" Loki barked at a couple of the guards.

"That would explain the lights and the new robes," Thor mused, tightening his hold. Clint looked down at the white garments, taking them in his hands. A couple healers rushed into the room, kneeling next to Clint and Thor. The two performed a simple spell, rainbows dancing in the air at the completion, confirming what Odin said. Clint was an Asgardian, a god.

"If I'm a god, why do I feel so weak?" Clint asked, leaning on Thor.

"You did come back to life," Loki pointed out. "I'm sure your body will take some time to adjust."

"Come, my son," Odin said, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder. "We should let Clint rest. Thor, you may remain with him, if you wish."

"You wouldn't be able to take me from his side."

Odin smiled. "I must make an announcement that the Queen lives."

Loki nodded. "Not to mention he is truly one of us. Everyone will want to celebrate."

"Come. We will let them be." Odin, Loki, and the guard left the room, leaving Thor and Clint alone.

Thor leaned down, capturing Clint's lips in a deep kiss, conveying his love, happiness, despair, all the emotions he couldn't speak.

Author's Note: Nope, Clint's not dead. I'm so glad you all are enjoying the fic. Special shout out to Katie MacAlpine, ELOSHAZZY, MoonstarWorld, and field innocence for the reviews. Reviews are always welcome. Until next time!