This stopped being a hunt some time ago, and Loki's stopped being prey, and somehow he turned this whole scenario on himself. Outside of this, in reality, maybe he would have seriously injured himself. Here, it's like a spear in his side, and he and the devil are walking side by side. Both hands feel like kindness and a devotion that he's not sure a human would ever be capable of.

And oh, it scares him. The ferocity of needing to feel.

If nothing else, they can agree on being fucked. Loki kisses, and there is gentleness and violence in this as well. Clint leans into it, not ripping, not biting as he was before, but matches what he's given this time. Pivots them to wrangle Loki's back to the floor, cool and solid and stray bits of hay. Moves his hips against Loki's, rutting animals. This goes beyond some sexual desire, but it's a dream. They can make it as easy as they want if they put their minds to it. Interpretation is a skill neither of them have time for now.

Funny that he still did as Loki wanted in the end. He is being consumed one way or another.