Does he know what happens if Clint looses that arrow? Loki won't be able to dodge it. He is not in control here, not really, which is why Clint has to come to him in the first place. He imagines it won't kill him.

Some sort of enchanted sleep seems likely. Or a coma. Not that there's much of a difference.

To say he'd rather not find out firsthand is putting it lightly.

They're in the woods. Loki has no shoes on; the ground cover is cool beneath his feet. His clothes are loose and he's unarmed.

Upsetting. But he's not in charge, is he?

He could run. He could become the thing Clint is hunting. That would be... interesting. Potentially rather sexually charged, when all is said and done. Loki really only understands certain ways of being prey. But interesting nonetheless.

He's clearly considering it. Eyes shifting to behind Clint towards the path he's turned from. But he hasn't decided and suddenly Clint is too close. He swallows. Not fear. Hesitation. The telltale amusement.

Should I run? Asked but not spoken. An understanding, a voice in Clint's head that is familiar and undemanding both.