"How is Luke your uncle?" TJ asked, after everything calmed after Luke left. Kim was making dinner at this point, listening. She just needed to move. Tony and Clint listened
with open ears. Loki let out a breath. "He and my fath-Odin are brothers of a sort. They did business more or less. If warriors or civilians died in Asgard they went thru judgment and if they were bad they went to the underworld. Hell. If they were good or died a hero's death they went to Valhalla. He has a son, Damion. He...we hung spent time together alot but it wasn't always nice." Loki was shaking, thinking back to it. Seeing Luke brought back everything he tried to bury. TJ held his hand. "You don't have to talk about anything your not ready for." Loki frowned, eyes watery. "It might be helpful information. To expect it from them." Clint tensed. "What did he do to you?" Loki looked up at them. Tony frowned, his hand on Clint's back, trying to sooth him. Kim now stood still, turning to listen.
Loki swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. "Sometimes Odin would send me there when he wanted me out of his hair or didn't feel like dishing out his own punishment." Loki's hands were shaking, tears started to fall down his face. "Luke would torture me, every way possible before throwing me to his son, Damion who would...would...have his way with me. And when he was done...or they were done they would kidnap innocent people and torture and rape them until they died. Aside from torturing souls that passed judgment into the underworld. It's all they do when they take you." The tears wouldn't stop now, nearly sobbing into a panic attack. TJ Held him close, gently shushing him. Clint was so tense and angry. He wanted to kill Luke and his devil of a son. He growled, turning quickly to punch the wall. Leaving a dent and scraped knuckles.
Tony jumped, looking at Clint worriedly. Clint breathed out heavily. "I'l be in the range." He stalked out of the room. Tony got up, going to Kim, looking serious. "Angel, has he ever-" "No." She said quickly, looking in his eyes. "No. Never with me. When we were involved he never let anything harm me, did everything he could to protect me from the worst. Now, I'm not so sure he will keep that promise." Her eye widen. "We have to tell Quinn and Gage. What if he captures them?" Tony frowned, holding her arms. "Don't think like that. We'l talk to her when she comes down, ok? Then we'l figure out a way to protect ourselves from him." She nodded.
Clint was shooting pistols right now. He had JARVIS bring up a holographic image of Luke. He lost count at how many head-shots he had. 30?40? Once he ran out of ammo on his belt (he prefers just using what he carries on him normally to practice instead of getting more) he threw the pistols to the ground with a huff, getting his bow and arrows, starting to shoot. Tony walked in the door then, behind him. Clint heard the door close, bringing an arrow around quickly but not letting go of it. He softened when he saw Tony. "Sorry. You startled me." Tony smirked weakly. "Wasn't my intention." He frowned. "Just...was worried about you." Clint huffed before shooting the arrow behind him, hitting Luke in the eye, having it pass thru, going into the wall behind him.
"I'm fine." Tony walked closer, daring to touch him, just on his shoulders, gently. "Your really not. Trust me, I'm the king of not fine." Clint held his bow with white knuckles.
"I just want to kill this bastard. What he did to Loki..." Tony frowned, now letting his hands travel down Clints arms to his hands. "Hey, I want this bastard dead just as badly but he's the king of hell. I don't think there is killing him. But he is a supernatural being, there has to be something to keep him away from us and we'l figure it out." Clint was still for a second, taking in Tony's words before throwing the bow to the ground and kissing him senseless, holding his head, letting his fingers tangle in dark hair. Tony melted into it, wrapping his arms around him.
Soon the kiss became filthy, tongue battling tongue, hands traveling and feeling. It wasn't long before shirts were torn open or thrown to the floor. Clint pinned Tony to the wall, grinding himself against his lover. Starting to kiss his neck. Tony groaned, grinding back, trying to get there pants off, at least to feel each other. "These...off.." Clint smirked, helping him take his pants off followed by his own. He saw the tent in Tony's brief's, a spot of precome forming. He quickly shoved them off before taking his own off. Tony moaned at the action before nearly yelping, feeling Clint hold his cock in his hand, stroking.
Then Clint got his boxers off, sliding his cock next to Tony's, holding both of them. Both moaned. Clint spoke, sounding breathless. "Sorry, no lube down here. This will have to do." His hand stroked over both, grinding groaned as Clint moved his hand, stroking them both. "I'l..have to change that... Oh lord...Clint..." Clint bit his neck, suckling the skin, loving the sounds Tony made as he went faster. It wasn't long before both came, moaning into each other. They started to get there breath back. Tony chuckled, holding him close. Clint smiled weakly, kissing his head. "I love you." He held Tony closer, sounding more serious. "I'l do whatever it takes to protect you." Tony held him closer. "I love you to now lets get cleaned up before they come looking for us."
It wasn't much longer after that that Quinn and Gage manged to come down for dinner. He looked groggy. Kim smiled. "Look who's up." Gage waved weakly, rubbing his eye, his hair was a mess. Quinn was helping him walk, letting him lean on her. He yawned. "This one woke me up. Something about dinner and...important...demon stuff to talk about?" Kim sighed. "Pretty much." Gage looked confused. "Did the world turn into Buffy while I was asleep?" Quinn nodded. "Pretty much." Gage nodded. "i need coffee."
Once Gage had a coffee and dinner, Tony, Kim, Clint and TJ talked to Quinn and Gage, telling them what they needed to know. Quinn sighed. "Glad I did research then. I'd rather not be tortured and raped. Again. If I can help it. But I need supplies." Tony frowned but looked interested. "What kind?" Clint leaned back, putting his arm around Kim. "Oh boy, there go the science nerds." Both Quinn and Tony gave him a look, before talking,Quinn got out her list she wrote on her phone.
"Salt, Iron, Sage, holy water and enough supplies to build a shot gun." Tony gave her a look. "I can build you a shot gun. Did you forget I used to build weapons for a living but why a shot gun?" "I saw this researching. A Salt shotgun. Instead of gun pellets, it's salt and it covers the demon or whatever baddie comes in and burns them, most of the time making them leave. It's short term but it's something. And the salt we can line our house, the windows, doors, floors, anything he could come in by. " Kim gave her a look. "when did you become an expert in the supernatural?" Quinn gave her a innocent look. "Last night." Tony chuckled, remembering Maria Hill asking him becoming an expert on...what was it? Thermonuclear physics? He nodded. "Sure. We can go right now if you want." Quinn nodded. "That would be great. The sooner the better."
Loki and TJ were in TJ's room. Loki curled up in TJ's arm, still terrified. TJ held him protectively He spoke softly, brushing Loki's hair back gently. "You know I'l protect you right?" Loki swallowed, his eyes watery. "But what if he captures you? I couldn't forgive myself if he hurt you in such unspeakable ways." "If he captures me then I'l make it thru knowing your safe and I'l make it back. I promise. But lets not think like that." 'But he could pop up at any time, take you or Quinn away.-" TJ held his face, kissing him gently, thumbing away tears. "shh. Stop thinking like that. Why don't we go downstairs, have a movie night, watch some horrible movies and forget about this for a little bit?" Loki looked away. TJ smirked. "I'l make that caramel popcorn you like so much." Loki smiled weakly. "Ok."
Luke sighed, watching the mist that held the video of the Stark family. He was sitting at his desk. A nearly black cheery wood in a large room with no windows, red walls and accenting black curtains. He flipped a dagger in his hand, watching, almost bored. The door suddenly opened. "you know I was busy until you called me here, What is it?" Luke gave him a look. "Your whore can wait Damion. I have a question for you." He pointed to the mist that showed Quinn, helping her dad Salt the windows and her mom using the burning sage around the house. "The dark haired girl. What do you think of her?" Damion walked further into the room to get a better look.
He smirked. "She is a pretty one." "And fiery. She punched me." Damien's eyes widen in surprise to his dad before looking back at the screen. "I like her already." "Good." Luke nodded before waving the mist away. "Thats all. You can go back to your whore." Damion smirked, walking out of the room. His son was shorter then him, wore all black and dark hair perfectly styled. Luke took in a breath, hearing one of his sons whores screaming. Business is good.
AN: reviews welcome!