Become Another Person (On Hiatus)

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A totally weird yet delicious situation happening this week. Clint and Loki and Clint and Loki and Clint and Clint and Tony- and Strange. It's all strange. Enjoy xo

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A panic attack? Clint didn't have panic attacks...at least, he hadn't in a long time. He'd therapy'd his way out of those nearly a year after Loki-

"I'm a world-class-"

"Assassin, yeah yeah," Tony finished. "How's his breathing, doc?"

Strange had his stethoscope to Clint's chest and was listening intently to his lungs. "Falty. Hey, Clint, can you take a big deep breath?"

Clint slapped his hand away, dislodging the stethoscope and making it clamber to the floor. "Tell me what the hell is going on," Clint demanded. He pushed himself to sit up but his chest felt tight and his vision swam. "Tony, I need to go home."

***

"I wish you were home," Clint breathed, low and needy against the rug in a foreign room. "I miss you, sir."

Loki hummed behind him, taking in the sight of Clint on his knees with his fingers gripping his ass to spread himself open for his master's viewing pleasure. "Of course you do," he agreed. "You need me." Clint nodded, face rubbing harshly against carpet. "When I return to you," Loki offered as he fell to his knees behind a body he didn't quite know, "I will remind you of your purpose." 

"Don't wait," Clint pleaded, words muffled against the floor.

The god slid greedy hands over Clint's bare back and laid over him to press his lips to Clint's ear. "There is nothing you will ever do that is greater than serving me. You are made for me, and I will keep you until my last day." There were equal measures of lust and adoration in Loki's voice, and Clint shuddered at the sound. 

"Please, Loki," Clint begged, pushing back against him.

***

Clint pushed back when Strange tried to make him lay down again. He felt so weird. Like he wasn't himself somehow, like he wasn't really here. His head was splitting, cracking in half slowly and the longer they sat here pretending nothing was wrong, the worse he felt. His hand lashed out and gripped Tony's wrist tightly. "Tony, something is wrong." 

Tony glanced up at Strange, who nodded and put his tools down in favor of turning to his internal abilities. Meanwhile, Tony rubbed Clint's shoulder soothingly and said, "I believe you, bud. If anyone can figure it out, it's Strange."

"I don't fucking know him!" Clint raged and dug his nails into Tony's arm. "Maybe I don't even know you."

Tony jolted at that. "What do you mean, Clint? Of course you know me." Tony tilted his head down into Clint's line of sight and made the archer look at him. "I'm me."

Clint was shaking his head weakly, the split in his mind growing larger. "You're not. You're-" A sharp jab went through his brain and he pressed his free hand to his temple. 

Strange hummed. "Something is most assuredly wrong," the doctor agreed. "This is not our Clint."

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"This is not my Clint," Loki reminded the man under him as he pressed down harder, making Clint collapse to the floor with a moan, Loki's body covering his completely. "You are my little bird in mind and mind alone. This body doesn't belong to me."

Clint's fingers curled into the rug and he stuttered a sob. "Please, Loki. I can't go back without this. I need you."

Loki hated the sound of his lover hurting. He couldn't stand to hear him breaking. But he couldn't violate a body that didn't belong to him, either. They were stuck. Loki needed so badly to take him, to claim him and love him and show Clint that he still belonged to him.