This is just a little i'm sorry gift to all my readers who probably hate me for taking so long to update the rest of my stories. I swear that they will ALL be updated by tomorrow evening.

Enjoy!

Clint glared at the bar full of people, hating everyone, hating everything except for the glass of whiskey in his hand. 'What lowly humans, you are surrounded by sheep you know' Loki's voice whispered in his mind, Clint shook his head, wondering, not for the first time, if maybe he should tell someone about this. Maybe he should tell Nat that he still heard Loki in his head. Maybe he should tell her that in the mirror sometimes he imagined that his eyes were a bright, unnatural blue. But then, if he was going to tell her that, then he would have to tell her everything else. He would have to tell her about what had really happened when he was under Loki's influence.

'When you were my pet you mean darling?' Loki's voice whispered, smile evident in his tone.

"Shut up" Clint muttered, taking another swig of his drink.

'Oh but this is too much fun. I get so bored in here Clint' The trickster god drew his name out much longer than Clint would have thought possible, savoring every letter. ' Asgard seems to think that throwing me in a cell will stop my mischief.'

"Not very smart of them." Another whisper, this time hidden by his hand, and he already was getting odd looks from the bartender. Time to leave than, once Loki has started talking to him he normally doesn't stop until he's driven Clint insane.

'Oh I would agree pet, but than you were always so much more intelligent than everyone else.'

"Flattery won't get you anything Loki. And I'm not your pet." He whispered as he left the bar and walked down the road, headed for the nearest hotel, he didn't want to be around the rest of the avengers tonight. They already treated him weirdly enough; it was as if they didn't trust him anymore. Not that he blamed them for that.

'Oh Clint darling, my little bird, I'm not trying to get anything. Aren't I allowed to fawn over you? Isn't that the point of a pet?"

"This pet thing is a really disturbing kink of yours Loki." Then he sighed and shook his head "Why am I even talking back to you? Fury would kill me for this."

A slow, seductive laugh 'Fury would kill you for a lot of the things that you've done with me Clint.'

The archer didn't even bother responding to that, he walked into the hotel and paid for a room, flipping open his phone to text Nat to tell her that he wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning as he walked down the hotel hallway.

'No wait, let me rephrase that, Fury would kill you for a lot of the things that you're doing with me Clint.' As Clint locked the door of his hotel room behind him he felt all of the heat leave the room as Loki projected himself into the room.

Clint never asked how Loki could possibly do this, they both knew that he had practically unlimited resources of magic at his fingertips and most of the time Clint didn't care how he was doing it. Loki wasn't taking over the world so it wasn't a problem that the avengers needed to be made aware of. 'At least he's not making me choose between him and them again.' Clint thought to himself.

There was a hand on his shoulder and Loki spun him around, slamming him into the door, smirk practically eating his face. "Do stop thinking so much pet. I don't like it when you think. It creases that pretty face of yours."

"Then stop being so complex" Clint smiled, feeling himself go boneless in Loki's grasp, he stared up at him, eyes imploring him to stop all of this pain and confusion. Because with Loki things had been easy, Clint hadn't even thought twice about his decisions, he just did whatever his god wished of him, and there had been such freedom in that. Loki sighed as if in exasperation and leaned down to kiss him, releasing him from all ideas of right and wrong. "'Please" Clint whispered desperately.

"What's the magic word?" Loki laughed mockingly at the pleading in Clint's expression.

"God, please my god."

"Please what?" The trickster god ran his slim fingers over Clint's shoulder and down his chest, pushing the thin fabric of his tee shirt out of the way, ice cold skin ghosting across Clint's fevered flesh. "Please what my bird? Please make you forget about being good? Please dominate you and make you belong to me again? Is that it? Is that why you never seem to stop thinking about me? Would you like me to control you again?"

Clint shuddered at the all too familiar feeling of power sparking just underneath Loki's skin. He could feel it traveling inside of the god, like he was an electrical wire. When Clint was little he had once seen a fallen electric wire, he had stood there, about 15 feet away, and stared as the wire danced across the road, spraying sparks of energy as it moved. That wire reminded him of Loki, all chaos and erratic emotions, there was nothing reasonable about Loki, he was not the type of person that one could predict. Clint had stepped closer and closer to that wire when he was little; close enough that with one more step he would die. But then his father saw him and yelled at him to get away. But even as normal society was screaming at him to run Clint never had been able to resist that type of insane power. Even when he walked away from that fallen wire he still was compelled to glance back.

"Please my god, I want to feel what I used to, when I belonged to you and only you." He said quietly, arching into Loki's hand and the power that raced through his veins. "And I know that you want to feel it to. So go ahead."

"Very good my pet."

Clint trailed a weary hand across Loki's chest as they lay twined together in the uncomfortable hotel bed, sweat drying on their bodies. "How do you do this?" He asked, reveling in the feel of Loki's skin, always so much softer than he was expected, and cold to every touch except for Clint's, only he could feel the hot electricity coursing beneath the god's frozen skin.

"Don't be stupid darling" Loki said quietly, threading long fingers through Clint's hair, stroking him like he really was a pet. "You know how I do it."

"I realize that you project yourself here yeah but how can I feel you? How can this be happening if you're just a projection?" The avenger pulled himself up into a sitting position beside Loki and stares down at the trickster god, daring him to call him stupid again.

A quiet, pleased laugh comes out of Loki, surprising Clint with how genuine it sounds, but then, this is a god of lies that he is dealing with here. Really he shouldn't be believing anything that Loki says or does but Clint has never been very good at doing what he should. "Mmm, I do like it when I am questioned without being challenged."

"What?" Clint asked, feeling dumb, but then when does he ever feel anything else around Loki?

"Nothing pet, now in response to that lovely question of yours….this is in your head of course. I am projecting my image, my scent, my taste into your mind." As he spoke in that smooth, cultured voice of his, Loki pulled Clint back down onto the bed, and rolled him onto his back, he rose above him, trapped him on each side with slender but strong arms, no chance for escape. Not that Clint would ever consider attempting escape from his god. The archer's eyes widened at the sinful note to Loki's voice and the smirk that was filling up his vision."All of this….." He licked a bead of sweat off of Clint's temple and started kissing and biting his way down his torso. "Everything that you see and feel and understand to be reality" Loki stopped just at his waist and glanced back up at Clint's strained expression, the sweat rolling down his forehead and the god's emerald eyes narrowed in amusement. "It is all happening inside your head. According to the human definition of reality, you are alone in a hotel room, no one is with you, none of this has happened."

"I think…" Clint gasped and had to bite down hard on his lip to stop the moan that had been building in his throat when Loki started kissing even lower. "Ah, Fuck Loki."

"It was the other way around actually." Loki laughed quietly, almost to himself. He looked up at Clint again and his smile widened on one side. "Continue what you were saying pet."

"I think that…holy shit" He muttered as Loki's tongue did things that he hadn't even known were possible "maybe, the human definition of reality…." Clint wound his hands in Loki's long, sleek black hair, trying to steady himself, no way was this all in his head "isn't a very good definition at all."

The trickster didn't say anything in reply, he just continued to drive Clint insane with that mouth of his until the avenger's vision turned black and green and every color in the universe and he cried out his god's name. Clint was floating in between asleep and awake when he heard Loki's voice again and felt him stroking his short hair. 'You're smarter than you know my little bird. And when this world is mine…..you will be as well, and then it won't just be in your head. Goodnight.'

When Clint woke the next morning he was covered in bruises and bite marks that hurt when he pressed down on them, but even as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror they slowly faded and disappeared, hiding all evidence of his liaison from his teammates. He sighed, not sure if he was happy or depressed about his unmarked skin. The archer turned on his phone and saw a few texts from Nat asking if he was alright, one that was just random letters from Thor (he hadn't quite learned how to use a cell phone), and one from a number that he didn't know.

Sent at 1:32 AM yesterday: Here is a better way to talk my bird, seeing as how when I speak to you in your head you insist on responding out loud like an idiot. And that just won't do, I can't have people doubting the mental stability of my pet can I? There, see how human you're making me act?

Clint smiled fondly and keyed in Natasha's number, raising the phone to his ear, head full of Loki, Loki, Loki, his god.

"Hey, Nat, no….I'm fine, better than fine actually. Yeah I'll be there soon." As he left he glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall and grinned at his reflection, his eyes were their normal shade of grayish green, not a hint of unnatural blue.

Review and let me know what you all think! This is the first time I've written this pairing so I hope it turned out well!