#clint muse

[imxthexhandler]

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Clint / @mcltitcdes​

Amelia kissed his cheek and nuzzled the side of his neck, snuggling closer to her favorite archer. “Clint, don’t pout. I can hear you pouting,” she mumbled against his skin. “I came home. I came home to you. You’re the one I want, you silly pup.”

[starscreamloki]

Six Sentence Story

Pairing: Clint x Loki

A/N: for my lovely rp-partner @seesbetterfromadistance​ who longed for some frosthawk 😘

Clint was unraveling at the seams; he knew he was, yet, he couldn't do a single thing about it.

And once again it was all Loki's fault!

The man's face was always there, always in his mind. Be it in the night, filling his dreams, or be it in the morning when he woke from his slumber. The mischievous grin which lit up those green eyes was burned on his retina, constantly making the archer lose focus on the simplest of tasks.

But was it such a bad thing to wake up next to the God every morning?

[imxthexfinder]

Ya gonna brag or we gonna [bang]?

[Continued from here.]

Jackie resisted the urge to roll her eyes though a faint smirk tugged at her lips. “Yeah, yeah...” she chuckled under her breath as she looked up at him. She held his gaze for a moment before she spoke again.

“You gonna stand there and brag, Barton, or are we gonna bang?”

( @deadpoolxandxfriends)

[starscreamloki]

Six Angsty Sentence Challenge With a Twist

Rules: Six sentence story, maximum 40 words per sentence, any pairing. Make it as angsty as you like. Tag six people. Tag one person less if one sentence contains 10 or less words.

I was tagged by: nobody. I’m starting this…

Tagging: @maiden-of-asgard, @tilltheendwilliwrite, @anamelessdragon, @iamanartichoke, @lokikingofasgardslover713

Pairing: Clint x Loki

A/N: A while ago I participated in the smutty six sentence challange, and I wanted to an angsty one, but with a twist. A lot of writers stretchered the sentences to their limits and I wanted to see what people would write if they have a limit of 40 per sentence. Alas, here we are…

With a scream tethering on his lips, Clint’s eyes flew wide open, sweat clinging to his skin and his fingers twisted in the sheets. Vibrant blue eyes haunted him in his sleep, be it his own staring back in a mirror or from a crazed God, they were always seeking, always judging, always seeing. It had been so long ago, yet the nightmares plagued him most nights - dark dreams wrought from horrible memories, hazy and clouded by the thrall, but lingering feelings unmistakably clear.

When Clint realized he was save and sound in his own bed instead of the underground he had resided when he had been with Loki, he breathed a little easier and panted, “It was just a nightmare, he’s not here.”

The sinister voice that pierced the silence of the morning with an ominous promise sent shivers down the archer’s spine and set his heart to rapid beating terror.

“You are mine, my Hawk!”

[imxthexhandler]

A New Look

[Continued from here.]

@deadpoolxandxfriends​:

“When you said you had a surprise for me, I wasn’t expecting leather and corsets.” Clint admired the sight before him, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. “I gotta say: I like this look. I like it a lot.”

Amelia had spent the better part of the last half-hour staring at herself in the mirror, trying to mentally give herself a pep talk over her “get-up”. Though she willingly bought this outfit and put it on, she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit self-conscious, standing there in it, unsure of how Clint was going to react to it.

His voice from behind startled her, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, clearly surprised to see him now. She thought he wouldn’t be back for another hour.

She turned to fully face him, her hands on her hips. “Do you now?” she playfully asked, sounding more confident than she felt (though Clint’s compliment did help), a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The heels on her boots clicked on the floor as she crossed over to him, stopping right in front of him. “What if I made this my new uniform?”

[starscreamloki]

Loki, Hawkeye and Winter Soldier Muse (requested)

A/N: This drabble got requested by an anon: Clint, Loki or Bucky aren’t super close with the reader, but after the reader breaks down due to the loss of their mother, they comfort the reader.

I’m immune to most things I write or read - creating a healthy distance so to say - but sometimes writing something hurts like hell. Well, this was one of those. I feel so bad for the dear anon who requested this muse; personally I wouldn’t know how I would cope with the loss of my mother who is also my best friend.

And because I don’t know, I kinda struggled with the ending with this drabble. I have no clue how to comfort someone who just lost their mother. I think this kinda resonated in the characters, hence the open-ish ending.

I really hope this helps and take care, darlings <3

Warnings: loss of loved one, Loki is a little shit, author is bad at comforting.

Three weeks you had been away from the Avengers Compound. Three weeks in which you had to deal with arranging a funeral, family members, and what not after your mother had passed away. You hadn’t told the Avengers why you had left so suddenly - Tony probably knew with all the technology available at his fingertips, but he hadn’t pried. Thankfully!

Now you were back at the compound and silently you moved into the common-room, grabbing a glass of water and sitting down on a stool on the kitchen-isle.

Three weeks of hell had passed, but now you were back it felt as if it had been three years. Still, nothing had changed.

Loki, Bucky and Clint were well on their way to have a fight (again), both humans closing in on the God who was grinning at the men with something that could only be described as sheer delight.

Of course the Avengers bickered. It didn’t matter if they were Gods, enhanced humans or normal humans who were experts at what they did - if you put so many people in the same place to live with each other, they are bound to argue and fight some times.

Though Loki was another thing and he tried to drive everyone to the edge. You figured it was part of his game, to get a rise out of everyone, and that he loved the attention even though it was negative. He often mocked and taunted the Avengers and once in a while you had been on the receiving end of that mockery too.

It always escalated unless someone broke up their fighting - usually Thor, he seemed to be the only one who could temper the angry God’s rage. It reminded you of the fights you had with your siblings, only stopping until your mother broke it up.

Your mother...

She was gone now.

Suddenly your entire brain screeched to a halt, stricken with grief and tears formed in your eyes. You would never see her again. Never hear her voice again. Never feel her warmth anymore when she hugged you and that bitter realization still hadn’t set in.

Before you were aware you were crying, burying your face in your hands as your shoulders shook with every sob. Everything around you became eerie quiet though you barely registered it.

Someone called your name and you only had half a mind to pay attention to it.

“Are you crying for me?” Loki asked with a grin you really wanted to punch of his perfect face. “I assure you that I can handle these two. No need to shed tears over it.”

Arrogant, cocky, spoiled, condescending-

“Shut up, Loki,” Clint growled. “This has nothing to do with you!”

Clint and Bucky walked to the kitchen isle, standing across from you while the God stayed back, studying his nails as if it was the most important thing in the world.

“What is wrong? What happened?” Bucky asked. His voice was rough, and the inquiries were a little gruff, but you knew that was how Bucky was - not wanting to waste more pretty words than necessary.

At least some things hadn’t changed...

You looked up from your hands, barely able to discern them through your tear-blurred vision. You didn’t want to tell them. You hadn’t told them three weeks ago and that stubbornness was still standing, but sooner or later the truth would come out and you wouldn’t be able to hide any longer. They would start asking questions, especially if you broke down every time.

You dried your tears, clearing your vision, and forced yourself to speak. To your utter shame - but to no surprise - your voice was small as your throat was constricted by the lump that had formed there. “My mother recently died.”

As you spoke the words they all looked at you as if the air had been knocked out of them. For the briefest of moments you caught Loki’s face contorting into utter anguish, but you might as well have imagined it or not seen it properly as it was gone in a minute.

Clint was the first one next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders to soothe you. “I’m sorry to hear that. That is awful,” he said, pulling your head to his chest and stroking your hair to soothe you.

A fresh wave of tears took hold of you. You hadn’t expected Clint to be so... caring. Then again, you hadn’t known what to expect anyway.

Bucky had already moved to your other side, awkwardly patting your back. “Anything you need or want? Something to eat or drink?”

You shook your head against Clint’s chest. All you wanted to do was cry and bury yourself in a heap of blankets, or punch someone in the gut really hard. You were sure both could be arranged if you just asked for it, but your constricted throat barely allowed you to breathe.

Maybe you just didn’t know what you wanted.

You almost jumped out of your boots as a door slammed shut with a loud bang, and when you peeked out from the corner of your eyes you noticed Loki was gone. Of course. What had you expected? That soulless bastard caring about your well-being? That notion was laughable.

Bucky’s hand fell away and he moved to the counter, muttering something about making coffee.

Clint’s hand replaced the vacant spot Bucky had left. “What can we do for you?” he asked softly. “I- we don’t know what to do. What you want or need, please tell us.”

You took a shuddering breath. “I don’t know,” you confessed, more tears rimming your eyelids. “Just-” you swallowed. “I think, just hold me and hug me for now.”

Clint nodded and his grip around you tightened. “That I can do.”

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A/N: If you have a request, just drop it in my inbox. (Please, read the explanation there.)

[starscreamloki]

Hawkeye Muse

A/N: Yes, normally I only write Loki Muses, but I have figured that Clint is my favorite puppy and I wanted to get to know him a little better. In the future I might write more Clint and I also want to write Bucky. If you have any requests for drabbles, just drop them in my inbox and I’ll have a look at them.

Warning: swearing

Nothing time can’t kill.

Yeah, bullshit. The ravages of time could kill any living and inanimate object, yet it couldn’t kill the memories and scars it left behind within the living.

Seven fucking years had passed after Loki had brainwashed Clint with his wicked scepter and still he relived those horrors almost daily. The feeling of someone using your mind as their playground, pulling it apart and putting it back together in the wrong order and place. It fucked you up.

After the entire ordeal it still felt as if things weren’t where they belonged. Little scarabs crawling under his skin and nibbling at his mind. Flashes of shadows he couldn’t place - the feeling of someone breathing down your neck but when you turn nobody’s there.

Yeah, Clint wasn’t happy.

There was only one thing making those itches go away; archery.

Feverishly, desperately, Hawkeye had taken up the range day after day, shooting arrows until his fingers were raw and aching; until Clint lost track of time.

Seven fucking years and suddenly a purple idiot with an ugly glove showed up to turn half of the universe to dust and to shred Clint’s world to bits.

Again.

A bow and arrow didn’t suffice any longer to keep his nightmares at bay. Nothing did, and thus he had embraced the nightmares and picked up his sword.

The only thing that can kill time is time itself.

In the meantime Ronin was satisfied with killing all those who are unjust.

Original prompt line by Creative Writing Prompts

[starscreamloki]

Hawkeye Muse

A/N: Written at the request of my girl @lokikingofasgardslover713 💜 I hope you enjoy this and thank you for your endless support.

Warnings: whump, angst, hurt, mention of blood, no gore though, Loki is evil.

His voice brought back memories of dark rooms and broken bones.

Or maybe he had never left that dark room. Maybe he was still there. Clint didn’t know. After Loki had taken over earth he had isolated 'his bird’ - as Loki called him - from the others, keeping him separate for a specific task.

“Barton.”

Clint couldn’t remember. He didn’t remember how he had tortured his best friend, the events a black hole in his memory. Yet, Natasha’s screams still haunted his dreams, waking him up screaming louder than she had.

He had only woken up from the thrall of the scepter short enough to see what he had done, to see how Nat had bled out beneath his fingers from numerous wounds by his doing while he couldn’t do a thing. Some days he could still see the blood on his hands.

“Barton!”

Loki hadn’t kept his promise. He hadn’t killed the archer but merely put him back under the thrall of the scepter, his mind unmade again. After that... After that he had only fleeting memories.

Loki had mercilessly used him as executioner in every meaning of the word. Like a starved puppy he had heeded the Tricksters commands, eager for the praise with a job well done.

“Barton!”

He didn’t know how or when, but eventually he had managed to escape the mad God. That was until Loki had found him again.

No thrall from the scepter after that. No blissful ignorance that the power of the scepter would evoke and give him the ability to shut down all his emotions. He had been wide awake and fully aware as Loki had punished him for his insolence.

Not only did the evil creature make him suffer in agony physically, he was also wicked in his ways to peel Clint’s mind like a piece of fruit, trying to flail his resistance away with the most cruel methods he could come up with.

“BARTON!”

The scream of his name accompanied by a searing pain that spread through his entire body brought the archer back from his memories. He opened his bleary eyes, his vision a blur and slowly coming into focus.

“My bird,” Loki crooned. “That took you long enough. Have you learned your lesson?”

No!

No, no, NO!

He would not break. He would not! His father had never managed to break him - he wouldn’t give the arrogant God the satisfaction either.

“Ah, you haven’t.” Loki chuckled darkly. “Not to worry, you will eventually. I have time, patience and an endless supply of creativity.”

That was true. Clint had quickly learned that Loki indeed had endless creativity and was very adaptable. Whenever the archer went silent and ceased his screaming the God just changed his methods to make Clint roar in agony again.

“You will be mine, my bird, and I won’t need the aid of the scepter for that.”

Loki’s cold hand collided with Clint’s forehead in in his mind’s eye he was brought back to impenetrable darkness, the sound of snapping bones drowning out his screams and the smell of blood.

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A/N: If you have a request for a drabble, just drop the character (Loki, Clint or Bucky), the type of content (no smut, yet, for the latter two boys) and a prompt-line in my inbox. You can request x readers or these guys pitting against some other character.