Loki eyes the hand for a moment before taking it, subconsciously threading his fingers between Clint's. He feels that same pull, but not trying to resist the urge to be with completely does make it easier to not immediately pounce. Oh well, if they do loose control, Strange with either get a show or dowse them with cold water.

"Close your eyes again, we're going to try one more thing..."

He doesn't get much time to comply with the request before they're both awash in gold magic. Without instruction on what to think about, Loki finds his mind naturally wanders to Clint. His hand in his, a map of his years of combat, heat seeping under Loki's skin. It makes him want more. More heat, more places, he wants to be covered in it, wrapped so tightly he can't move. Wants to hear that voice-

"Yep! That's what I thought." Not that voice! "You want the good news or the bad news first?"