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He keeps his word. He doesn't tell anyone where Loki's hiding out, powerless. Even though he should. At the very least, Thor deserves to know, and when he inevitably finds out, Clint is going to accept whatever anger the thunder god levels at him.

Steve's gone, Tony's dead, Nat's dead, Bruce is...happy and content with his life and doesn't deserve that dropped on him frankly. So. That's all the OG crew accounted for. The new crew would obviously have heard about Loki, but that's not the same as actually being present fighting him or his forces. That Scott guy doesn't count, either. Like, would they do something? Maybe not if he hasn't actually done anything and doesn't pose a threat.

NYPD might have a few choice words, but. Clint tries very hard not to get noticed by the local LEOs if he can help it. Loki isn't really their jurisdiction, and SHIELD is...more or less out of commission even though it still works in the shadows, where Fury and Hill are. Wherever they are.

Which doesn't mean Loki gets of scot free. If he is up to something, then it's up to Clint to suss it out. Clint's mess, as ever. If Loki really is as powerless as it seems, there are still plenty of other ways he could fuck around and cause trouble. So. His responsibility.

It's definitely not whatever lingering connection of magic that binds their minds, not telepathy, not even really empathy, but still. A connection. It might have been severed long ago, but it's as Loki implied: you don't come out of that, something that strong and strange and otherworldly, and not have there be something that remains behind. Therapy has been all well and good. He isn't angry about it, not really, and he doesn't get nightmares the way he used to, after. But also, he's not sure it prepared him for Loki being in his life again. Not just a passing glance, either.

It jumbles everything up. The same type of traitorous thought that had him pondering Loki's sleeping habits and the absurd thought of touching crops up whenever he's near. Something damn near affectionate, something starved. Something that's in Loki, too, and it makes him feel sick. Makes him feel wanting. Which makes him feel sicker.

His eyes might be clear, but his mind feels clouded. Not a great way to show up at the apartment, but he can't just let this pass by without checking in on Loki. That's most of the reason he takes these trips back to NYC in the first place. Occasionally check in on Avengers-y things, see how the cleanup of the compound is up north, catch up with a few people he actually knows. But. It's about Loki.

It's always been fucking about Loki, huh.

He raps on the door, drinks nestled in a holder. Hot tea for Loki, a spiced blend, cloves, cinnamon. Makes him think of wintertime. Makes him think of the spicy and complicated (former?) god. Coffee for himself. Peace offering.

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"That was on you. You pulled me out of an alley and tended to me and played nurse. You could have left me."

Or maybe he couldn't have. Maybe that's the real point here. He sits up with a groan. Yes, Loki has a point, but also, therapy might not be something that works with this. Does he get in touch with Strange? Wanda, maybe? Wanda's good with mental shit.

"What's the fucking play here, Loki? If we get something started, we might not be able to stop, and where does that leave us? Til one of us crosses a line and hurts the other, and then, what, give some space until coming back again for more?"

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Loki groans in frustration, slamming the knife down on the cutting board and whipping around to finally look at Clint.

"I don't know! I don't know what to do about this! There aren't exactly instructionals for how to handle being scared by an infinity stone, most don't survive their encounters long enough to start jotting notes! And even if I did, it would likely require magic to fix, which I will remind, you I don't have at the moment!" He thinks briefly of Strange, but he only met the sorcerer for a few brief moments and can't be sure the man wouldn't turn him over to the authorities.

Or worse, call Thor.

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"Then we get someone who knows magic! Let's talk to Strange, he might point us in the right direction so long as we don't get too handsy we stop paying attention. Or tell your people you're still alive, see if there's anything anyone in New Asgard can do! Are you that afraid of existing again?"

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"YES!" Loki's voice has a desperate note, like someone pleading for his life rather than the opposite. "Because it means I can stop existing again!"

He's breathing heavy now, his heart hammering loudly like he's in a fight or running a great distance.

"I can't go to Strange. He'll just lock me up, and I will NOT be caged again."

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"Existing's better than not, isn't it? I don't know how or why you're back, but at least you're back, and unless you wanna take yourself out again, you have to just deal with being here again, okay?"

But then, it must really be heavy on Loki's mind.

"Look, it's not gonna lock you up, not if I vouch for you. You haven't done anything. In over ten years, anyway."

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"Last time we met, he tossed me into an eternal fall for over half an hour before we'd even laid eyes on each other. So forgive me for being skeptical."

Loki takes a deep breath, closing his eyes in an effort to calm his heart rate. It's been a while since he'd felt like this, probably not since Frigga died.

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"...I'm not gonna do it," Clint declares suddenly. "I'm not gonna be your calming influence, your emotional support animal, because then I'm never leaving your side. I have a life, and--"

Clint stops, very suddenly, a deeply contemplative look on his face.

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"And I don't want that. I don't want to be tethered to you, but here we are! I want-" What he's about to say is 'for you to bend me over this counter and fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow,' but Clint's expression makes him pause.

"I'm not sure if that look should concern me or not."

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"I don't want to have to keep coming out here to check on you. You want to be a secret nobody knows where you are. Family's moved before, after the Ultron thing, so we keep a low profile. You could..." He spreads his hands. "I wouldn't put you up in the house, but barn's got a hayloft that would be an easy conversion."

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Well that takes him right out of the image of being pounded mercilessly by the archer.

"...Odin's beard, you're serious. Would you honestly be okay with ME essentially living with your family? Your children? Nevermind your feelings on the matter, what about your wife? Even if she would agree to this, how are you going to explain why we're constantly moments away from violently making out?"

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"Would I be okay with it, no, of course not! But it's an option. I really don't...I don't know what the solution is except me walking out that door and never, ever seeing you again."

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Loki groans in frustration, turning back to the bacon and cutting board.

"I'm going to coot us dinner. We will go to Strange in the morning." His hands are much more steady now as he chops the bacon. "After he tells us there's nothing he can do and you somehow convince him to not chuck me in a hell dimension, we will maybe entertain the idea of me coming to ruin your idyllic family life with my presence."

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"Wow, you just make the whole thing sound so appealing," Clint snarks. "Maybe I should just leave you here and we'll get over this whatever the fuck it is with time and distance and force of will."

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"I won't to stop you from leaving." The chopping stays even. "But I will not change my habits to try to avoid future encounters with you. Nor will I seek out Strange on my own."

Loki wants him to stay. He wants him to stay more desperately than he wants breath, but even under their promise of truth, he can't bring himself to say it. Not that it needs to be said.

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Clint doesn't move. He keeps on not moving. There is not moving from this spot to be had. At least not out the door, anyway.

"He won't chuck you in a hell dimension. He's a wizard, right? He'll be able to tell you don't have magic and aren't a magical threat. Can't say anything about what kind of threat you are otherwise, but..."

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"Still not a risk I plan on taking without someone else there to glare at."

Chopped bacon goes into the heated skillet.

"Do you have any vegetable preferences?"

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"'m not a picky eater." Which is not helpful, no, but also as far as he's concerned? Not the point.

"So. We do food. And we see Strange in the morning with me advocating for you for whatever that's worth. And do I...stay here? Sleep on the couch? Get a hotel room? Lock myself in the bathroom hanging out in the tub so we don't get all handsy?"

Because the other option is sleep with Loki

which

is too tempting to risk, right?

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"As this is New York there are many fine hotels for you to choose from. But my couch is very comfortable." He would know seeing as he'd spent the nights there as Clint recovered.

Loki worries his bottom lip. Not that Clint can see as he's still facing the stove. "But in the interest of honesty, I would very much like you to stay."

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He sighs, annoyed by the whole damn thing. Because now he has to be honest about something. But also: "No, I don't really think it's you as much as it's...the thing in your head. We can probably separate those into different entities, right?"

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"Perhaps. I've never been terribly good at ignoring these types of urges though."

Pasta in the now boiling water, Loki walks back over to the counter, sitting in the bar stool opposite Clint.

"Now I believe you owe me a truth."

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"Guess that I do." Loki's closer. He doesn't really like that. But he can't argue against it. "What do you want to know?" To put the onus on Loki, rather than just coming up with a truth out of his mouth.

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Closing the distance between them is not making this situation better and Loki knows it. He should have stayed on the other side of the kitchen, but that magnetic pull was there again, just behind his navel, urging him closer. He puts his elbows on the counter and leans over so he's a bit closer. They won't come into physical contact unless Clint moves as well, but it's enough to ease the urge for the moment.

For a moment he thinks about asking an innocuous question, letting the archer off easy and putting something of a dampener on the strange game of cat and mouse they'd been forced into.

"What would you do if you got your hands in my hair?" But when had he ever acted in his own best interest?

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"Pull it," the immediate answer, no hesitation. "Hard. After I pet through it a couple times to see just how soft it is."

There is a second, brief, a blink at most, where that seems like that's gong to be all. And then impulse takes over, and he grabs Loki's arms, pulls the elbows out from under him, pulls him closer still.

"I want," he growls, "to fight this. I'll settle for fighting you."

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Loki isn't resting a lot of his weight on his elbows, but he's resting enough that the sudden jerk causes him to pitch forward. It's either grab onto Clint's shoulders for balance or smack his face into the granite, so in the split second he has to decide he chooses the former.

Of course this brings them even closer, Clint's words ringing fresh in his ears. Fire zips though him at the image and again he's consumed with nothing but a violent want

"I think we both know how that's likely to end," Loki says, so close his breath ghosts over the archer's lips like a gentle breeze before a storm.

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There are several tense moments that follow, feeling Loki, feeling him, with no sound in his head other than the drumming of his heart.

He's too old, sometimes, he thinks, to still be pulling needlessly acrobatic stunts. There is no good reason for him to vault over the counter and into Loki, except that that is the shortest and fastest way to get to him. But he does it because the yearning wanting desiring connection between them demands it.

He crashes into Loki, both of them knocked off the seat and too the floor, lips wherever he can put them, fingers in Loki's hair. Running through, petting him, just as he said, just as he knew he would, until he grabs on tight and pulls.