Remember, you're my safty blanket.

Loki sat with his head in his hands, thinking back on all of his mistakes. He could feel tears gathering, he missed home, his adopted mother, and father, hell, he even missed his stupid idiot brother. Loki looked about until he spotted one of the humans near by, the arrow human he believed.

"You!" Loki pointed at him, the human looked up and waited for orders, "Come. Here!" Loki beckoned him with his finger.

The blond walked forward obediently, stepping in front of his master.

"Whats your name?" Loki watched him, a hint of anger and sadness in his voice.

"Clint Barton." he replied eagerly, always willing to please his master.

"Clint, I want you to hug me." Loki held out his arms.

Clint, ever faithful, put his arms around the god, not doing much else but standing awkwardly.

"No no no!" Loki chided, "Like you mean it!"

Clint furrowed his brows, but held his master closer, not sure if he was doing it right anymore.

"No! There's no feeling! Hug me like-" Loki stopped himself from saying his brothers curside name, "... Like you love me..." he whimpered, suddenly a few tears leaked out.

Clint grew worried, he was doing something wrong, and it was upsetting his master. He sought deep inside himself to remember what a loving hug was supposed to be. An image of a bright, smiling blond woman came to him, she hummed and rocked while she hugged some boy, stroking his hair. Clint deemed it worth a try, and started to sway a little, Loki began to relax in his arms.

Clint smiled to himself, if one worked maybe the other two ideas would as well! He began to hum something soft and quiet, and Loki sighed against his chest, although he could feel the tears coming through his shirt. Clint hesitantly, and ever so gently, stroked one hand down Loki's hair, and the god sobbed, once, twice, three times. Thinking it affective Clint kept up the motions, hopping his master was happy with him. Loki just cried until he felt better, then sent Clint to finish his task.

Only a few hours latter, Loki was calling him back frantically. He once again hugged the god, who once again told him he needed to add more feeling to it. Clint had to think, his poor possessed mind working hard to find the answer. Loki wanted to feel loved...

Clint pressed a tiny kiss to the top of Loki's head.

"Like that? Master?" he questioned, hopping he had done good.

"Yes..." Loki whined into his shirt, digging his fingers into the fabric, "Shut up and keep going." he sobbed.

Clint gently pressed small kisses to Loki's hair and forehead, eager to please master. Loki stood still in the archer's arms, feeling a slight buzz in his rib cage whenever Clint pecked a kiss on him. After a long silence, and dozens of tingling kisses latter, Loki sent Clint back off to finish his work.

Soon Loki began to supervise construction of the portal generator, although his eyes constantly wondered to Clint. When he wasn't watching Clint, he was having the human hug him.

It saddened him, almost, to get himself caught, but the plan (his plan -all the plans are his!-) was important, and called for it. As he sat in his cell, waiting for Clint to come and get -rescue- him, when that ugly human girl came in, asking about his Clint! Of all things! So Loki lied to her, she would never take him, he would kill her himself to ensure that, the threat of Clint doing it sickened him, he would never have Clint dirty his hands on her.

Clint was his human. He didn't want anyone else to take him (ore touch him, or look at him, or -Odin forbid- breath on him!).
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Loki cried when one of his possessed followers informed him Clint had been left behind. He then pushed the man from the helicopter.

'Oh well,' Loki thought, 'When I take over the world, I'll get my hug slave back.'

-

The battle had started, it was not turning out like he had hoped. As it carried on he suddenly got a fearful tingle in his stomach. What if he dies? In a fit of panic he jumps onto one of the flying platforms, it has become top priority to find Clint. He even followed the evil red head woman, hopping she would lead him there.

Just as he was about to give up and go kill the man of iron or the one in the spangly tights he felt something come whizzing toward his head. Of course he stopped it before it hit him, he's not an idiot. He looked, grinning at the sight of Clint.

"Mine." Loki said, too softly for anyone to hear, but he knew Clint had read his lips.

Clint had an odd feeling inside of his chest, and it felt as if he'd just gotten knocked in the head. He ignored it, getting a certain amount of satisfaction when his arrow blew up in Loki's face, bitter, but satisfying. Loki was upset his little hawk had sent something explosive at him. He would remember to scold Clint latter, after he won of course.

-

"If it's all the same to you... I'll take that dink now..." Loki looked teirifiedly  at the team standing above him. More specifically at Clint, who had an arrow pointing straight at his heart.

This was not what he wanted to happen.

-

Loki sat very quietly in the back of a S.H.I.E.L.D transport van, flanked by Thor and Clint. Tiny tears gathered in his eyes. He was supposed to win.

He was supposed to beat his stupid brother, and spangly tights guy, and the man of iron, and that bitch in the black costume, and that horrid green monster. He, Loki, was going to win, then he'd get his Clint back, and rule the world and make bitch's kneel.

It wasn't fair.

Suddenly he felt two arm's warp around his shoulders, and he would have screamed at Thor for touching him if not for two small details.
1) He had a piece of fucking metal over his mouth.
2) It wasn't Thor.

Thor himself seemed shocked to see Clint Barton hugging his brother. The god was confused beyond reason -which is to say, more confused with this situation than with Midgards usual strangeness-.

"Barton? Why doth thou comfort my trickster brother? Are you not still upset with him?" Thor was slightly off put with this strange development, and his normally cheerful expression had gone sour.

"I have no idea big guy." Clint was quick to push Loki from his grasp, retreating into his corner as far as he could.

Thor continued to frown, and Loki just looked at Clint, a hint of longing in his tiered, water eyes. Clint watched him from behind his shades, glad the god couldn't see. Loki eventually looked down, and began to tap his foot and drag it across the floor. Once he had done it he looked up, Clint was just  sitting there watching. Loki repeated it two more times before Clint realized 'Oh! He's talking in Morris code!' He watched Loki do it one last time and finally got the message.

'Why did you hug me?'

Clint thought to bullshit his way through this, lie, or something. Instead he tapped and slid his foot on the ground.

'I do not know.'

Loki looked at him with wide, confused, innocent eyes, only to see Clint's perfect dark blue eyes looking straight at back into his. They only held eyes for a moment, then a strong, painful buzzing started up inside Clint's chest and he had to look away.

-

When Loki looked up, just before he and Thor were transported home, he shared an almost longing glance with Clint. The archer should have felt over joyed, but something cold latched onto his heart that day,  something cold, and... bitter... and jealous.

Still, he smiled, hopping into a car with Natasha, he kept up his joy. He hoped she wouldn't see all the hate and anger from seeing Loki finally gone. He just had one question:
Could one learn to love their most hated villain?

Clint felt a stone begin to sink in his stomach as they drove away.

Once again he was glad for his sunglasses, so Natasha could not see the tears gather in his eyes.