“Sleip’s mother…” he confirms under his breath, he had heard of Loki in passing and had done some research. “I’m guessing you’re here to give me the talk, ‘don’t hurt him or I’ll kill you’, all that rigmarole. There was no reason to lead me out into the middle of nowhere, I’m happy to let my boyfriends family into my home.”

“I like to command a much scarier presence when I give this talk. Because don’t hurt him or I’ll kill you means a lot more when it comes to me. As I’m sure Sleip has told you who I am.” Loki smirked a bit, stepping into the light. This boy was interesting that’s for sure and he was smart. He seemed good for his son.

+i-dont-kill-orphans

Loki skipped about, cleaning house and focusing on making food. He couldn’t have been happier to have Sleipnir home. He made sure the house was in perfect condition and that some of Sleip’s favorite foods were cooking.

Sleip woke a couple hours later, completely groggy from the amount of sleep he actually got and pulled himself out of bed. He helped himself to look through the drawers, finding a nice big jumper and wore it over his top and put some sweats on before helping himself down the stairs and towards the noise, rubbing his eyes as he followed the smell of food. “Hey…” Sleip yawned softly.

“Hello...Clint just called to let me know him and the girls won’t be home till tomorrow. So I made you some dinner, what I remember being your favorites.” He smiled softly, setting plates out on the table. “If that’s alright with you?”

Shot Through The Heart || Sherlock and Loki

Sherlock smiled. The smile on Loki’s face sent a warmth from his toes all of the way to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t help the smile on his own face, though normally he liked to appear as detached as he could. “I’m fine without..thank you.”

Upon seeing Sherlock smile, Loki’s grin grew a bit more. He felt more at ease knowing the other man was also enjoying himself. “Alright, well if that changes, let me know..”

“Are you drunk, Agent Barton?”

Clint squinted at him for a moment and then rubbed a hand over his own face to try and think a little more clearly. “That’s not much of your concern.” He looked around again, still slightly lost and ran a hand through his hair as be swayed a bit on his feet.

“Considering that you stumbled into my room I think it’s plenty my business whether or not you’re drunk.” Loki sat up, standing to grab his robe.

“It’s..okay.”

“Is it actually? Or is that being said so I don’t try and avoid the conversation?”

“It is actually...”

Clint only sighed through his nose, turning his head to one side as he looked at his wrapped up hands. Most of his body was protesting any movement with dull flairs of pain, but all he could think about was how he let it happen and didn’t even try to fight back.

Loki slowly set a hand on his back and got rid of the pain. He wanted to heal, best he could. He didn’t know what to do about Clint not telling him, but he could do this at least.

“Barney called a while back.. Went out to help him outta a few things.” Clint said quietly, ignoring the chill that went up his spine but was silently grateful for the pain to somewhat recede.

“Clint...why didn’t you tell me? You swore...you promised after what happened when we were married that you would...”

Loki held him close. “You should sleep, love.”

“Can’t when I gotta worry ‘bout you so damn much.”

“I’m fine…you don’t need to worry.”

“Untrue.” Clint hid his face into his shoulder, “You’re important, gotta worry.”

“You don’t have to worry about me at all.”

Clint slept soundly, too drained to dream or even move much in his sleep. Most likely to anyone else he looked dead or almost dead with how little it looked like he was actually breathing.

Loki didn’t sleep, a little worried that if he did Clint would slip away. He watched each rise and fall of his chest, his own hurting.

“It’s..okay.”

“Are you drunk, Agent Barton?”

Clint only sighed through his nose, turning his head to one side as he looked at his wrapped up hands. Most of his body was protesting any movement with dull flairs of pain, but all he could think about was how he let it happen and didn’t even try to fight back.

Loki slowly set a hand on his back and got rid of the pain. He wanted to heal, best he could. He didn’t know what to do about Clint not telling him, but he could do this at least.

Loki held him close. “You should sleep, love.”

“Can’t when I gotta worry ‘bout you so damn much.”

“I’m fine...you don’t need to worry.”

Exhaustion must have finally caught up with him now and try as he might, Clint felt himself pulled under and into some darker version of sleep. if it could even be called His body relaxed into dead weight because of it, although it wasn’t much since he was practically starved to death from constantly running.

Loki watched over him as he slept. He ran a hand through Clint’s hair. He wanted to be close to him, to keep him safe. And that’s exactly what he did. Or at least exactly what he tried.

+thawedintothefuture

@thawedintothefuture

“Captain…to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just a social call or…check-up, I guess. How’s things, doc?” 

“Things are...well they’re things I suppose. I was finally able to move into an apartment instead of being forced to live locked up here. It’s much nicer. How are things for you?”

+i-dont-kill-orphans

He hummed sleepily in approval before eventually pulling away. “Okay…wake me up on a few.” He yawned and scratched his head, waiting till Loki was gone before deciding to take a shower. He didn’t want to muck up a clean bed. He put on some sweatpants and fell in to the soft bed, practically falling unconscious as he hit the pillow.

Loki skipped about, cleaning house and focusing on making food. He couldn’t have been happier to have Sleipnir home. He made sure the house was in perfect condition and that some of Sleip’s favorite foods were cooking.

Dennis was taken aback, he stops dead in his tracks and stares down the stranger. Who was he? Was he a man? He was certainly not a spirit, or a vampire or a wolf, nothing like the usual beasts he tangled with. And yet there was a strange familiarity.

“Who are you?”

Loki gave him a grin, well more like a strange smirk. He was happy he’d taken the boy aback with his presence. He wanted to scare him a little bit.

“I’m Loki. I believe you’ve heard my name before. I also believe you’re dating my son.”