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"Morning, little bird," Loki whispered into Clint's ear as he looped an arm around his waist and pressed up against his back. Clint hummed, fully awake and alert instantly, but lazy and comfortable. Loki huffed a laugh when Clint didn't respond. He let his hand slide teasingly up Clint's side, across his arm, and around his neck where he squeezed and pulled Clint's head back towards his mouth. "When I speak, I expect an answer, darling."

Clint swallowed and felt his throat press against Loki's finger, groaning softly. "Good morning, babe," he wheezed out.

Loki's grip softened instantly, fingers going instead to stroke over his Adam's apple. "That's better." He fell onto his back, fingers sliding across Clint's collarbone and shoulder before disappearing and flopping onto the pillow next to his head. "Come," he ordered.

Clint didn't ignore him that time, turning over under the sheets and laying himself on Loki's chest. Loki hummed, pleased, and stroked his fingers through Clint's hair. Clint tucked an arm around Loki's slim chest, enjoying the coolness under Loki's skin on his bed-heated cheek. "I had a dream about you last night," Clint murmured.

Loki's attention perked up at that. "Did you? Do tell."

Clint settled more comfortably across Loki, one leg slipping between Loki's two solid thighs. "We were fighting." Loki made a concerned sound then, pulling Clint against him tighter. Clint only chuckled. "Don't worry, it gets better."

"Go on."

"It's like it was us but years ago, back when we first got together. Except you were still this you. I could tell. You were soft and strong and beautiful," he hid the word in Loki's chest, ignoring the rise of a blush on his neck. Loki rewarded his compliment with a firm scratch across his scalp, making Clint's eyes fall shut. 

"Keep talking," Loki told him.

"I...I was different. Like back when I hated you." Loki didn't tense up, didn't react to what used to be a sore subject, so long ago. "I was petulant and yelling a lot."

"Some things do not change." Clint huffed and sank his teeth into Loki's pec, which only caused the god to laugh softly and wrap a hand around Clint's hip to pull him more fully on top of his chest. 

"We were yelling about something...man, I can't remember, but then you got up in my space- you know, the way you used to when I wasn't listening to something really important."

Loki mumbled, "I recall."

"And you were looking at me that way you do."

Loki knew exactly what way he meant, but he asked anyway. "What way is that, little bird?"

"Oh!" Clint popped his head up. "You called me that, too. I did not like it."

Loki's brow furrowed. "I only call you that in private and you love it."

"I know, which is why this dream was so weird. I was so...anyway." He laid his head back down to take in the gentle rhythm of Loki's heart. "You were up in my face and I was so angry." He leaned his face into Loki's chest. "Then I just...kissed you." He accentuated the statement with a kiss to Loki's chest. "Angry and hard. I just smashed our faces together." They both laughed at that. 

"And I let you?" Loki awed.

"Not for long," Clint scoffed. "You let me just long enough to get out my anger and then you pressed me back against a wall and took over." 

Loki quirked up a brow. "Oh?" He slid his hand down to the curve of Clint's ass, just resting it to mark his territory. Clint nodded against his chest. 

"You didn't really touch me though, which was weird. You just put your hands on the wall by my head and kissed me really hard."

The black-haired man pulled Clint's hips down against his own as he rocked against him. "Is that all I did?"

Clint squeezed Loki's side harder at the sweet sensation of friction and shook his head so minutely that it was only felt and not seen. "You did that," he told his lover. "Just like that. You were pressed against me, and-" He broke off and buried his face in Loki's neck. He was never good at stuff like that. Loki was the wordsmith, the talker. Clint preferred action. 

Which Loki was well aware of. He gripped a handful of Clint's hair and pulled his head out of his neck. "Why don't you do to me what I did to you," he persuaded. 

Clint nodded, pulling deliciously against the finger in his hair. He swiveled his hips until he was right on top of Loki, looking down at his mischevious eyes. He rolled his hips against his lover and ducked his head down to mouth at Loki's smooth neck, Loki releasing his hold easily. The god exhaled sharply, leaning his chin up to let Clint have better access. 

Clint chuckled against his skin. "I did that, too, in my dream. Let you have at it, just put my head back and enjoyed it."

Loki's voice was sure, but Clint could feel the way his pulse beat faster against his lips. "I do not blame you for your figurative actions."

Clint smiled at that then bit down softly at the vein that was pressing purple against the white skin of Loki's neck. "I tried to keep my hands off you- in my dream- like I haven't since back when we both lived in the tower and you would stalk around with that attitude." Clint moaned at the memory and rocked his hips down again as he licked across Loki's sharp collarbone. "Your hair was so long then, and I remember wishing you could read my mind and pull me into some dusty office and fuck me."

Loki laughed, full and bright then. "I wished that same wish many times, my little bird. Very few times did I act on it."

Clint groaned. "Oh, I remember." He slid a hand up to Loki's neck but earned a reprimanding growl in response and moved it back down to his hip. "I'm sorry. May I?"

"First, finish your dream."

Obediently, Clint continued. "Where was I?" He rubbed soft circles into Loki's hips. "Oh, right. I tried to keep my hands off you, but only lasted until you whispered in my ear."

Loki's smirk was expected and welcome. "What did I say?"

Clint leaned down, lips just brushing. "I don't know." He pulled back and rolled off his lover. "I just remember grabbing at you and then you woke me up."

"That is too bad. I would love to have known," Loki mused. The archer turned onto his side and raised a brow. Loki held his gaze, both of them quiet for a moment before the god ceded, "You may," voice even yet toying.

Clint had a leg swung over Loki and was straddling his hips in a second. One hand spanned one side of his chest while the other slid back up to the perfect curve of Loki's neck. He reveled in being allowed to touch, took everything Loki would give him. His hands roamed, thumbed over a nipple and gripped a hip. He could feel Loki's evaluating gaze but kept his eyes on his target.

He shuffled down the bed, taking the covers with him as he moved down Loki's body and left soft kisses in his wake. When Clint reached the thin stretch of spandex holding Loki's underwear to his hips, he finally looked up for permission. Loki's was just about to say yes, lips parted and eyes alight, when an alarm rang through the apartment. Both heads swiveled towards the sound. Clint groaned and let his forehead thump against Loki's hip while the god sat up and asked, "Report?" 

JARVIS's voice almost sounded apologetic when he said, "There is a space differential opening hovering over the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The team has been alerted and will meet you on site." 

Clint crawled off the bed. "Any idea who's behind it?" He asked as he disappeared into their closet. 

Loki shoved the covers back and smoothed his short hair off his face before getting out of bed. He waved a hand at himself and a sleek bodysuit of black and dark green armor appeared over his skin. Clint emerged from the closet a moment later, suit in a new slate grey that Tony had made for him to go with the arrows and quiver Loki got him for his birthday that year- a little something special: they replenished eternally.

"Not yet, sir. Doctor Banner is working on the source from the helicarrier as we speak."

Clint grabbed his bow from where it hung by their bed and turned to Loki. "We better get moving then."

Loki swept an arm out. "After you."

They were on Clint's bike and roaring down the busy New York streets when Loki pressed a com into his ear. Steve's voice was already going. "...those people away from the area. Natasha?"

"I'm on it."

"Cap? You have me and Loki."

"Good to hear from you, Barton. Loki, since Thor is off planet, you're our resident magician." Loki rolled his eyes while Clint bit down on a smirk. "Banner will brief you on what he has so far when you get here. I'll need you on the roof to see what you can do. Clint, unfriendlies are trickling out of the portal. We've got a handle on it, but I'll need you to come take my place so I can get under the portal with Loki."

He wanted to be the one to go with Loki, but this was business and they'd had this talk a few times already, so he just answered with a yes, sir and gunned it down 5th Ave. Before they'd even reached the museum, they could feel the air being sucked out of the atmosphere and into the void that hung like a sore above the country's most famous museum of art. Clint came to a skidding halt at the base of the steps and looked up into the gaping space. There was nothing on the other side, just black and stillness. It left a sickening feeling in Clint's gut.

Loki was off the bike and kissing his cheek before Clint could pull his eyes away. That was all he got before Loki flicked his hands and green spirals of magic lifted him off the ground and towards the roof. Clint rolled his eyes and wished for the umpteenth time that Loki would gift him just one or two powers. He ran towards the tall building, already pulling an arrow from his quiver and aiming it at the roof. It released and approached the line where the building met the sky, opening into a claw and latching on. 

Clint didn't falter in his rhythm, just jumped up the side of the stone wall as he clicked the other end into place on his belt and let it lift him to the roof in a smooth, easy motion. As he ascended, he saw Natasha rushing people out of the museum and putting a shot through what looked to be the enemy in head to toe white. The rest of the team was on the roof when he jumped over: Barnes was popping off shot after shot, only half of them hitting solidity, the others going through the white bodies like air; Tony was flying above the museum but giving noticeable distance to the hole in the sky while he took out newly appearing forces; Steve was running across the roof with Loki to be right under the thing, already communicating with Bruce. 

Clint heard a rustling and swung to his right as he notched an arrow, releasing it into the white form running at him. It went straight through but didn't stick. Clint notched another and activated the explosive in the tip before shooting it. That took the thing out, but Clint wasn't happy about it taking two. He pressed a hand to his com. "Someone want to explain why my arrows are going right through them?"

Bucky's voice chimed in. "They can shift or something. You have to catch them off guard so they stay solid."

Clint huffed. "Thanks for the heads up."

"Maybe you should get here on time next time," Bucky jabbed with a smile in his voice. 

Clint notched another arrow and didn't turn towards his target until the last second, taking it by surprise and catching it in the heart. "We were busy when we got the call!"

"Ew. TMI," Natasha added. 

"Stay focused," came Steve's appropriately authoritative voice. "Loki thinks he can close this thing up but we all need to clear the area."

Clint's focused pinpointed on the slim form of his partner across the roof. "What? No way." Only because he was narrowed in on Loki could Clint see the shake of his shoulders. He was laughing. The bastard. 

"I will be fine, Clint. I cannot be harmed by my own magic. You on the other hand..."

Clint wished Loki was looking at him then so he could see the worry in his eyes. He didn't like the plan. "I'm not leaving you up here by yourself."

"Clint, this is our best shot," Steve reminded him.

"I don't care-"

"Barton," Loki hissed into his com, and Clint promptly pressed his mouth shut. Loki never used their power dynamic against him during battle unless he thought he was absolutely right.

He always was.

"Okay," Clint acquiesced. "I want constant communication, Loki. I mean it."

Everyone on the roof began running for the edges, but Clint couldn't quite move. This was all wrong. He could feel it in his core. Loki must've somehow been able to feel him there still because he turned to look at Clint for a second. The look in his eyes was confident, even from halfway across the roof. Clint had to trust him.

He turned and took off towards the edge of the roof, glad he didn't have a chance to disconnect the suspension line attached to his belt. He swooped over the edge of the building just as he felt the shift in the air. Loki must be working his magic. Suddenly, the sky turned dark around the outside of the hole and the wind swirled around the building. 

Clint reached the ground, disconnected, and ran out far enough to see what was going on. "Loki? Everything okay?"

There was a silence that was too long for Clint's liking before Loki answered, "Darling, why don't I update if it's bad news? I need both of my hands."

Clint huffed and raked a hand through his hair. He hated being useless. He hated leaving Loki up there to deal with a gaping space hole by himself. He hated the sinking feeling in his gut that this was going to end badly. He shoved a thumbnail between his teeth and nibbled, pacing unnervingly until Natasha ran up to his side and held him firm with two hands.

"Relax. He's a pro at this stuff," she reminded him.

Clint nodded, shoving down the icky rolling of his stomach. "Yeah, I know. I just can't shake this feeling-"

The sky roared, diverting both of their attention, as the hole collapsed in on itself, swirling smaller and smaller. It shrank until it was nearly gone before it exploded and a surge of black fell down from the sky towards the roof of the Met, towards Loki.

Clint forgot he had to press his com to actually speak to Loki; he forgot he was supposed to be a professional superhero; he forgot to do anything but scream Loki's name towards where the black was billowing around the place on the roof where Loki was standing. He lurched forward to go get him, but Natasha grabbed him and yanked him back. One second the darkness was there, blackness growing and leaking over the edges of the building, and the next it was sucked back up into the sky and gone along with the hole. 

Clint's hand fumbled for his com and he shouted, "Loki!" Silence. "Loki, dammit answer me!" When he received only silence he pressed the com again, but this time shouted, "Tony, get here now! Take me to the roof."

"Clint, I don't know-" came Tony's hesitant response. 

Bad sign. Tony had been hovering nearby when the sky exploded. He had a better vantage point than Clint. "Right fucking now, Stark!" he demanded as he started running towards the museum. Within seconds, Clint felt the air whoosh around him and then Tony was grabbing him around the waist and lifting him into the air. He could see the roof before they landed, and it was exactly as Clint feared.

Empty.

Tony dropped him gently where Loki had been standing moments before. Clint looked down at the spot, up at the empty sky and then back down before falling to his knees and feeling around the area with his hands like there was a trap door or something. "No, no," he mumbled as he frantically moved around the roof on his knees. "Loki, no."

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Y'all. Frosthawk has me shook. I love them as a ship- one of my FAVES in Marvel. I'm really hoping this fic turns out as good as I'm seeing it in my mind. If you all want to see more, TELL ME SO. Comments and votes keep me motivated.

Mwah! Xoxo, Jess