Round 4
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Keep up the awesome, folks.
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NOTE: We've noticed that some of the prompts being posted have Thor characters only making cameos or not featured at all. We realize that Thor is closely involved in the Avengers, but we're requesting that any ( Read more... )
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Clint's been in quite a few dire situations during the course of his life. There was the thirty-foot-tall Doombot that had just missed stepping on him by a couple feet; the rogue SHIELD agent that he and Tasha had hunted down who had almost blown them both up; the rather unhinged Norse god who had a tendency to play cat-and-mouse that usually involved some form of new and unusual creature from one of the other nine worlds. Near-death experiences were written into the SHIELD contract, a few lines under the nondisclosure clause and the checkbox agreeing to allow the medical team to cut you open and examine you when you died. (It was, in fact, phrased as 'when'.)
Clint has never, however, been coughing up blood as a giant fiery dog stalked toward him, while pinned beneath a chunk of concrete that had been nice enough to fall on him. His bow's just out of reach and his arrows are scattered across the floor, and he can swear the dog's lips curl in a grin as it towers over him. He can feel the heat of the flames on his face as he turns his head to the side, closing his eyes in resignation.
A furious roar shakes the building. Clint's eyes snap open as a massive wolf the size of a goddamn pony barrels into the flaming dog, snarling and snapping as it sinks its teeth into the flesh beneath the flames. The fire doesn't seem to do anything to it and Clint watches, openmouthed, as the two canines battle it out. Fangs the size of his hand glint in the dust-filled air, claws raking and teeth biting and it's over, quickly, the wolf pinning its opponent down as it rips its throat out. The flames on the creature's body slowly extinguish, and Clint doesn't realize he's staring until the wolf looks up at him, muzzle bloodied and eyes glittering. He swallows hard as the wolf leaves its opponent and pads over to him, trying to shift beneath the heavy piece of ceiling.
"Ah...thank you?" he says, trying to strain for his bow without looking like he is. The wolf looms over him and he has about two seconds to recoil as it leans down before a cold, wet nose is nudging against his cheek, a soft whine snuffled against his ear. After a few stunned seconds he reaches up with his non-pinned arm to pat the wolf awkwardly on the head, surprised at how soft its fur is.
"Hey, it's alright, I'm fine," he soothes. The wolf pulls back to look at him, taking his situation in with an unimpressed look. He grins sheepishly. "Well, maybe not totally fine. But if you could go find one of my friends-an annoying guy in a shiny suit, or maybe the blond with the cape..?"
The wolf sniffs disdainfully. It steps away to survey the chunks of concrete pinning Clint down and lets out another whine. Then it sits back on its haunches, tilts its head back and howls.
Five seconds later a very worried, very alarmed-looking Loki pops into existence. Clint lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched noise and struggles futilely to push out from under the concrete, scrabbling to get away. But Loki's attention isn't on him at all, the Norse god crossing over to the wolf immediately to pet its head.
"What is wrong?" Loki asks in a surprisingly gentle tone. "What troubles you, my son?"
And then it clicks into place.
"Oh, shit," Clint rasps. The wolf--Fenrir--looks over at him, and Loki follows his gaze. Surprise flickers across his face before it's replaced with the usual smooth calm, an eyebrow arching as he strolls over.
"I am surprised my brother hasn't come to dig you out yet," Loki comments, even as he reaches down and grasps hold of one of the larger pieces of concrete. He lifts it as though it weighs nothing, tossing it to the side as Clint stares at him blankly. "You're lucky my son likes you so much," the god adds.
Clint opens his mouth to reply, to say something, but then all coherent thought fails him as Fury stalks into the ruined building.
"What the hell have I told you?" he immediately starts yelling at the wolf. "For fuck's sake, you know-hello, father-better than this-"
Loki waves at Fury in reply and Clint just gapes.
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"You have not," Loki corrects as he lifts another chunk off him. "Hela wouldn't let you in, anyway. She's always thought Fenrir needed to find someone to settle down with."
"But I-"
And then everything in Clint's world flips as Fenrir's form shimmers and shifts, shrinking down into the shape of a man that Clint is intimately acquainted with.
"Did you really think I would have left him to die?" Phil snaps, the wolf still present in the curl of his lips over his teeth, the snarl in his voice. "I don't care if Odin himself knows where we are now. And don't even try to tell me you wouldn't do the same for Natasha, Jormungandr. Don't you dare."
"Are you positive I'm not dead?" Clint asks Loki plaintively. The god smiles in a way that is clearly supposed to be comforting but just freaks Clint out. He lifts the largest and last piece of concrete off and Clint has to choke off a scream, then, a strangled sob torn from his throat as the compression lifts and the pain floods back, along with blood. It soaks quickly through his vest but then Phil is at his side, eyes wide and worried as he clasps Clint's hand. He looks up at Loki, pleading.
"Father-"
"Of course," Loki murmurs gently. He reaches down and lays his hand on Clint's chest, warmth spreading outward from his palm. Clint exhales a shaky, grateful breath as the pain eases, a cut in his arm healing in front of his eyes. He lolls his head to the side to squint at his lover.
"Gotta lot to 'splain," he informs him blearily. Now that the adrenalin rush and the pain have faded he lets the exhaustion hit, his body loose and pliant and just grateful to not be hurting anymore. Phil smiles at him but it's a little strained, his mouth still taut with worry.
"After you're safe," he agrees gently, rubbing his thumb across Clint's cheek. Clint nods, turning his face into the touch as sleepy warmth creeps up on him, his eyes slipping closed. He's distantly aware of Loki's hand pulling back and strong arms gathering him up as he's lifted from the debris, his head resting on a familiar shoulder.
"Hey, Phil?" he mumbles.
"Yes?"
"You're a pretty awesome wolf."
Phil's chuckles, the sound a comforting rumble against Clint's ear.
"Thanks, Clint."
And just before Clint finally succumbs to the darkness, he hears Loki's soft, distant laugh.
"Alright, Fenrir. You may keep this one."
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I love each and every single fill of this prompt so much.
Seeing Loki being so indulgent of his boy was absolutely adorable. <3
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Yeah. I love your fill! (And your Phil!)
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i want more!! ^_^
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"you may keep this one."
...where are the others Fenrir wasn't allowed to keep?
And was one Tyr? Because that would be messed up.
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