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This is Lokeye! He was named by my brother because he couldn’t decide to name him Loki or Hawkeye so he combined them. He’s really shy and super sweet! He’s a bit lazy and he has a derp face that is so adorable!

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My art teacher just pronounced Loki's name as Lok'eye' and i laughed at him

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He felt nothing. Saw nothing. Heard nothing. He could only compare it to standing in a cramped, dark room, blindfolded, and tied to a bed. And as freaked out as he should've been, as much as those were the things he feared the most, Clint didn't exactly panic. There was a strange peace about it. How or why he was like that, however, was a completely different question. So he lay awake, or not exactly awake, whatever state he was in, and just thought to himself. He thought a lot. Sometimes it was just small things, like what time was it, what day was it. Other times, it was complete contemplation on his life, what went wrong, what he would have changed, what he wanted, what he wished for. It was probably the most reminiscing Clint ever really did. There were times when he wanted to wake up so he didn't have to keep thinking about these things. But then he realized he couldn't wake up. The panic set in once he realized. He was trapped. It wasn't like when he was stuck in a small space and got claustrophobic. No, he was stuck in his own head, and that was probably the worst kind of trapped he could've been. Every now and then, he would hear something. At first they were only muffled sounds, things he could hardly distinguish, but in time it became easier for him to understand. It always varied from voices he recognized to voices he'd never heard in his life, and for the life of him it was always so hard to make out what they were saying. He'd hear his name, and want to respond, but his voice wouldn't work. So he continued laying in his abyss, listening to the sad tones of his friends, or the disheartened speeches made by strangers. It took him a while before he realized that some of the disembodied voices were actually doctors. Sometimes, he would feel things as well. The archer would feel needles in his arms, or something cold on his chest, just above his heart, and damn if it didn't remind him of Loki, of his scepter and the Tesseract. It often spurred long thoughts of his god, of how they'd gone from that to where they were today. He'd often ask himself what Loki was doing, if he was alright, gettin' himself fed and all that. The last thing he'd said was as he walked out his apartment door was "I'll be home soon". Hopefully, that wasn't a lie. He'd gotten restless at some point. 'I want to wake up now. I'm done with this crap. I want to get outta here.' He thought to himself, and tried with all his willpower to move, especially once he heard voices nearby once more. 'I'm right here!' He wanted to call to them, 'Just shake me awake already!' But no one heard him. Instead he felt a hand on his, and he wanted so desperately to hold onto it, it didn't matter whose it was, he just wanted to give some sort of sign that he could feel it. So he only listened to the conversation going on in the room, feeling his blood run cold. Everyone sounded so... sad. So hopeless. The words he made out the most terrified him to the core. "Not going to make it." "Isn't going to wake up." "Dead." "Say your goodbyes." It was right about then that Clint was ready to give up on himself. But then he heard her voice. Natasha. She was still fighting for him. The archer could barely make out the angry Russian, could feel the hand in his squeezing. And he wanted to hold on back, to tell her he was still worth fighting for, to let her know he could come back. Instead he only felt her hand leave his, and he wanted to cry out for her not to leave. His only response was the sound of footsteps leaving, and another needle in his arm. They gave him a week to wake up. Could he even do it? How long was a week? One night (or day, he'd lost track), Clint lay, listening quietly to the silence around him. 'Maybe I should just die.' He mused silently to himself. 'I'm practically dead already. It'd be easier if they just disconnected me already. I tried. M'sorry, Tasha. Loki.' His apology, however, didn't seem to go unheard. Between the steady beeping that was always around somewhere, he heard a door close, and footsteps. He felt a shift of weight, and could only assume someone was sitting next to him. The cold hand on his hand would have made him flinch, but it brought a strange comfort, cooling him down. "...In hindsight, I should have insisted upon a vow as well." The voice jolted him away from his thoughts, and he wanted so hard to open his eyes to see. Loki. He was there. "I ought to have made it as difficult for you to leave me as you seem to have made it for me... to leave you." 'I'm still here, boss.' The archer cried in his mind, and he wanted to wrap his arms around him, to hold him close and comfort him, but he knew he couldn't. 'Damnit! Wake up!!' He screamed at himself. No matter how he tried, his eyes wouldn't open. He wouldn't move. His body wouldn't cooperate with him. 'I don't wanna go like this... I can't...' It was getting hard and harder to hang on to his last thread of life. There was press of lips against his temple, and he could practically feel the words being mumbled. "Would you promise me now? Do not leave me, Hawk." 'I don't wanna leave you...' Clint sobbed silently to himself. 'I'm sorry...' Who would have thought that his last thought would have been an apology. "You know... that I love you, yes?" 'You... love me?... ... I love you too...' The god waited. Silence. Loki could have sworn he saw a smile on the archer's face. He watched in silence as a single tear rolled down his cheek, before the steady beeping in the background slowed to a single hum. The god stood up, running his knuckles against the once warm skin. His hand drifted slowly down to Clint's chest, right above his heart. No warmth. No life. There was no beating. "I truly wish I had made you promise me sooner."

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