The Nobility of Birds
Title: The Nobility of Birds
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Clint Barton
Warnings: Mind control
Rating: PG
Summary: Loki has the makings of something, but it's not nobility.
Note: so i adore these two. moving riiiight along.
Loki gasped when he awoke, the icy fingers of the nightmare still pricking at his mind, frost running through his veins even as he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sir?" Clint ventured softly, hand raised as though to touch him, fingers curling and drawing away. His mouth thinned a little, and he took a half step away, letting Loki sit up and gather himself.
"Agent Barton." The god greeted after a moment. The master spy stood at attention, ice glazed eyes staring forward. He smiled, and crooked a finger at his new vassal, pleased when he was again delightfully close enough to touch. "My hawk." He said.
Something flared in Clint's gaze. He nodded, as though to agree, and bit his lip when Loki's slim fingers came up under his chin, tilting his face up. "A hawk is a noble bird, correct? A loyal bird?"
"Yes sir." Clint answered, his unsurity colouring his tone while Loki traced his bottom lip with his thumb and continued to smirk deviously.
"Tell me, my hawk, do I have the makings of nobility?" Loki questioned, drawing Clint closer still until their lips were nearly touching and their breaths mingled.
"No sir." Clint whispered, their lips brushing just slightly, teasingly, as he spoke. He stared fearlessly into Loki's green eyes, and didn't cower when the god's eyes burnt with rage. "Not nobility, sir." He continued. "Royalty."
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Clint Barton
Warnings: Mind control
Rating: PG
Summary: Loki has the makings of something, but it's not nobility.
Note: so i adore these two. moving riiiight along.
Loki gasped when he awoke, the icy fingers of the nightmare still pricking at his mind, frost running through his veins even as he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sir?" Clint ventured softly, hand raised as though to touch him, fingers curling and drawing away. His mouth thinned a little, and he took a half step away, letting Loki sit up and gather himself.
"Agent Barton." The god greeted after a moment. The master spy stood at attention, ice glazed eyes staring forward. He smiled, and crooked a finger at his new vassal, pleased when he was again delightfully close enough to touch. "My hawk." He said.
Something flared in Clint's gaze. He nodded, as though to agree, and bit his lip when Loki's slim fingers came up under his chin, tilting his face up. "A hawk is a noble bird, correct? A loyal bird?"
"Yes sir." Clint answered, his unsurity colouring his tone while Loki traced his bottom lip with his thumb and continued to smirk deviously.
"Tell me, my hawk, do I have the makings of nobility?" Loki questioned, drawing Clint closer still until their lips were nearly touching and their breaths mingled.
"No sir." Clint whispered, their lips brushing just slightly, teasingly, as he spoke. He stared fearlessly into Loki's green eyes, and didn't cower when the god's eyes burnt with rage. "Not nobility, sir." He continued. "Royalty."