#clandestinearcher

Meme

The sound of knuckles rapping against the door pulled Loki from his thoughts and he stood from his armchair, running a hand over a stray lock of hair. Smirking at his reflection in the mirror, he walked to the door, pulling it open with a flourish and indicating for the archer to enter.

         "I heard dinner was a common option for courtship, and thus have tried my hand at mortal dishes, as this world doesn't have half the ingredients necessary for food back on Asgard. Of course, if it turns out inedible, I could always order something."

“I told you we shouldn’t have taken this job… This looks really bad.”  The  Tanuki daemon sighed from the floor

Clint knew he shouldn’t have taken this job. Every single thing about it screamed wrong, but when you were strapped for money you did stupid things. That was how he ended up beaten, chained, locked up in the dark, damp basement of what the the basement of what he believed the Serpent Society.    

The cell was small and cramped, even with just him and Arrow,  his  daemon.  His arms were bound behind him and Arrow immobilized across the room.  The situation was bad, but he’d gotten out of worse. Clint searched the floor as best he could for anything to break these locks off. Luck this week proved not to be on his side.

Clint finally looked across the room at his daemon ”If it looks bad, I can tell you that it feels worse”  He  responded with a grunt.

Clanking from down the hall alerted him of another prisoner making their way down to this hellhole.  He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that they wouldn’t drop off this sorry son of a bitch in his cell. He had enough to worry without another person in here. He would be lucky to get himself out, much less another.

The man cursed as he was dragged down the hallway, struggling against the men’s grips. “Let me go!” he snapped, fear gripping his heart. He was not a fighter like his brother. Perhaps that was why they chose to capture him over Thor; less of a fight. Fools, though. For one, their father preferred Thor. Kidnapping Loki would make it easier for him to reason that they wouldn’t negotiate with terrorists. No one was going to come for him.

His daemon was held and dragged by his captor’s wolf daemon and she was still in its grip, unlike Loki. She was calm where he was panic. They suddenly came to a stop in front of a cell door. It was pulled open and he and Katlarion were roughly dragged inside before being chained up.

I hate you. You have a nice ass though. You make me confused. You  should do my paperwork for me. Someday I will ink bomb you. You + me

= total chaos. If I saw you now I’d be totally distracted (I’m distracted now

so it wouldn’t make a difference. I am writing this letter instead of doing

paper work. Coulson can suck it.) I want to Fuck   Kill   Make love to  

Murder  Marry  Fuck you. I  would build a Bomb Shelter just  for you. If I could sing you any song it would be ‘Rio’ By Duran Duran.  We could do covert ops under the stars.  Love,  Clint Barton (P.S. Caw Caw Motherfucker~)

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Dear Hawkass,

Get back to work

Loki had always wondered about the name Clint that was written on his wrist. the young prince now of age had never been out of Asgard before other than on the small trips he took with his brother.

Now as a gift, his father let him go and explore the realm called Midgard.

He was now walking through the Midgardian city they called New York. It was warm so he had his summer wear on and his sleeves rolled to his elbows.

He looked around fascinated not watching where he was going which was a mistake because moments later, he crashed into some one.

Tom was alone at home today, his room mate having gone to go visit his mother back in his home land back in the other universe.

He was reading over Loki's lines in the script as his hair dried from dying it black, when there was a knock on the door.