Was it all a lie?

Chapter Two

Loki took hold of the archers wrist in a firm grip and pulled him along behind him. He lead the way up the stone, spiral staircase. When they reached the top, the god suddenly stopped, nearly causing Clint to run into him. The SHIELD agent looked around Loki to see Thor standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a look on his face, like he'd just caught them doing something they shouldn't. Barton was suddenly worried that Thor would put a stop to what Clint was practically desperate for. He watched the brothers stare at each other in silence for several minutes, but a grin soon broke across the God of thunders face and he waved them off without a word.

Loki didn't hesitated to leave his brother standing in the corridor, grinning like a fool, as he dragged his prize toward his old room. He was in agreement with his human. They had waited far too long for this. There was an anxious silence in the air around them and the god could feel the tension building. He wanted to wreck the man currently trailing along behind him. He wanted to to pin him over his desk and have his way with him, and he knew the archer wouldn't resist him if he chose to do so.

Clint's heart was beating like a jackhammer and had lodged itself in his throat. He looked up in time to see Loki wave the hand, that wasn't locked around his wrist, and two dark wood double doors at he end of the hall swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind. It brought a slight grin to the blondes face. It seems the god was just as eager as he was after their brief delay. Only once they were inside the room, did Loki release the tight hold on his wrist and he watched the trickster close the doors with another wave of his hand and heard the lock click into place. 

He was locked inside the room with the man who made him into a puppet, yet he still wasn't afraid. He turned to finally get a good look around the room that was Loki's. It wasn't like he imagined it would be. All dark colors and depressing, creepy aesthetic. No, it wasn't like that at all. The room was large and open, with large bay windows. It had dark wood floors, golden walls, with accents of dark emerald green. The was a large four poster bed in the center, against the wall. The blankets and bed curtains were the same shade of green of the gods eyes with a gold trim. The thing that surprised him the most was the amount of books on book cases throughout the room. It was like the god has his own personal library. He knew Loki was intelligent, but he didn't take him for the reading type. The room was very much Loki. Everything was clean and very regal looking and Clint suddenly felt out of place in it.

Before his anxiety had the chance to spike, the trickster seemed to know exactly how he was feeling. He felt a pair of long slender arms encircle him from behind and pull him back against a hard chest, keeping his arms pinned against his body. Instead of feeling constricted and trapped, he closed his eyes and leaned back further into the embrace, feeling reassured.

"You are always welcome here...Clinton." Then there were lips against the back of his neck.His name on the gods lips caused him to shiver once again. The soft kisses being placed up his throat to his jawline didn't help the matter. Being so closed, he knew Loki could feel his shutter, which was made evident by the smirk against his skin. "So responsive to me, my little Hawk." He felt the hot breath as it was whispered into his ear. He sounded almost predatory and Clint was about to be his prey.

"Strip." Clint knew it was not a request and soon the embrace he was held in, was gone and his eyes reopened. He looked over his should to see Loki, now sitting in a chair, with his legs crossed, watching him expectantly.