And Beyond
Title: And Beyond
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Clint Barton
Warnings: mind control
Rating: PG
Summary: He's pretty, in a mortal way.
Note: yup. >.>
He's pretty, in a distinctly mortal way. Pretty, and willing, and if Loki even implies a need, a thought, he's wanting. It's almost fascinating. All that strength, all the humour and sarcasm reigned in, bent to his desires.
"What do you want, Agent Barton?" He refrains from teasing him. From calling him his pet, his little bird, his noble hawk. Instead, his fingers tease along Clint's clenched jaw, a chaste touch.
Clint still shivers, gazing up at Loki unblinkingly, the ice in his eyes a thin veil for the maelstorm beneath. He is pretty, and willing on the surface. Beneath the ice he fights, and fights harder. When he tilts his head into Loki's touch, the god knows he wants to jerk away.
And that's why this one, the pretty, fragile, small little bird, has heart. A canary, calling itself a hawk.
"Do not make me repeat myself." Loki murmurs, expression light as his fingers curl lightly around Clint's throat, and the agent's entire body goes tight, warning bells flaring behind ice eyes, but he does not stop him. "What do you want?"
"Whatever you want, Sir." Clint replies slowly, swallowing thickly. Loki can feel the motion against the palm of his hand and smiles beniegnly. He strokes the length of his throat, just once, and pulls away.
This mortal creature is pretty, in a distinctly weak, almost abnormal sort of way. Endearing, almost, with his eyes of fire battling his heart of ice. Pretty, but all together, pathetic.
"And what do I want, little bird?" He can tease now, when he isn't touching. He watches Clint, dares him to hold his gaze, is delighted when he does. Clint stands strait, and blinks up at him as though the answer is self evidant. He even smirks a little.
"Everything."
Author: Nakimochiku
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Loki/ Clint Barton
Warnings: mind control
Rating: PG
Summary: He's pretty, in a mortal way.
Note: yup. >.>
He's pretty, in a distinctly mortal way. Pretty, and willing, and if Loki even implies a need, a thought, he's wanting. It's almost fascinating. All that strength, all the humour and sarcasm reigned in, bent to his desires.
"What do you want, Agent Barton?" He refrains from teasing him. From calling him his pet, his little bird, his noble hawk. Instead, his fingers tease along Clint's clenched jaw, a chaste touch.
Clint still shivers, gazing up at Loki unblinkingly, the ice in his eyes a thin veil for the maelstorm beneath. He is pretty, and willing on the surface. Beneath the ice he fights, and fights harder. When he tilts his head into Loki's touch, the god knows he wants to jerk away.
And that's why this one, the pretty, fragile, small little bird, has heart. A canary, calling itself a hawk.
"Do not make me repeat myself." Loki murmurs, expression light as his fingers curl lightly around Clint's throat, and the agent's entire body goes tight, warning bells flaring behind ice eyes, but he does not stop him. "What do you want?"
"Whatever you want, Sir." Clint replies slowly, swallowing thickly. Loki can feel the motion against the palm of his hand and smiles beniegnly. He strokes the length of his throat, just once, and pulls away.
This mortal creature is pretty, in a distinctly weak, almost abnormal sort of way. Endearing, almost, with his eyes of fire battling his heart of ice. Pretty, but all together, pathetic.
"And what do I want, little bird?" He can tease now, when he isn't touching. He watches Clint, dares him to hold his gaze, is delighted when he does. Clint stands strait, and blinks up at him as though the answer is self evidant. He even smirks a little.
"Everything."