Imagine being the God of Desire, and using your powers to break Loki's mind control over Hawkeye.
“Hey, there you are,” You sighed with relief as the artificial color faded from Clint’s eyes, being replaced by the natural blue-green shade that you had gotten used to. He blinked a couple of times, trying to get his bearings and then looked up at you. “Hey,” He said with a groan, rubbing the back of his neck. The spell that Loki had over him had dissipated, not quite as powerful as your own. His brain was probably feeling the backlash of being under someone’s control, and then the immense amounts of desire that he had felt for those two minutes as you overrode Loki’s, and then you snapped him out of all of it, as tempting as it would be to keep him under your thumb. “Ahh - my head is pounding.” “Aww, poor Clint,” You said, sliding your thumb across his smooth cheekbone. Clint’s eyes met yours for another couple of seconds and then he started to blush, making you smirk. “I can assure you, you’ll feel right as rain in another few minutes.” He nodded in your direction, and then looked back down to the ground that he was sitting on. “Don’t you want to get up? Isn’t it time to get your revenge? Come on, Clint, you can do it. The celebration afterwards will be well-worth it.” “Y/N,” He said, and you could hear that little ask for help within his voice, though he was much too stoic to ever truly ask for it. You gave him your hand and helped him up onto his feet, of course checking out his ass as he did a few stretches to become limber again. “Oh, good stretch,” You purred, as if you were watching a cat with affection. Well, your face already looked like that of a cat that got the cream, so to speak. You approached him and ran your hand over his shoulder blades, making his muscles tense, making his spine shiver. He let out a small cough and then bent down to pick up the bow - giving you another delicious few for a half moment. He took an arrow out of his quiver and prepared it in his bow. Clint’s arm muscles tensed again and you could see it this time, beneath his skin, all beautiful and veiny, bulging, making you bite at your lip. “Let’s go,” He said, starting to walk, step by step. “Babe, I’d follow you anywhere,” You said, walking in line behind him.
Requested by: Anonymous
