It was extravagant. Having just a few two many loosened his tongue as he sat with the older male. The next thing he recalled, there was a wonderful feeling of kisses on his neck. hiding away from the other patrons in the bar. Talk of true bonds; how he was the missing link in the god's life and there was a ritual that would bind their very life forces together, essentially making Clint immortal. The bowman had been too caught up in finally talking about his attraction and accepting that the other male felt the same to say no. He was more than willing to stay at the god's side provided he didn't get used. Loki had agreed with ease and genuine affection that Clint had - up until this point - never thought the man had. But he had it; affection, compassion, even understanding that Clint was not Asgardian and as such was not as strong physically as Loki was. They'd ended up back at Clint's apartment where he'd let Loki in completely, giving control over and being caught by surprise when Loki would give that control back to Clint. He'd fallen asleep tucked against the god's chest, one hand laying against the bare skin so even asleep he could tell Loki breathed.
The morning sun the next day burned Clint's sensitive eyes and he reached to smack a button that automatically closed the curtains. He rolled to his back, one hand rubbing his neck and feeling along the area where his neck met his shoulder where the mark was that bound him to Loki. He tried to remember how it had happened, of what had been done, but the ritual itself was a haze for him. He could remember the pure ecstasy of having the roles reversing over and over as he and the god had made passionate love as the archer had never even considered. Giving a soft smile, he reached over, only to find empty space. Frowning, he moved to sit up. "Loki?" his voice was soft, a denial in him rising swiftly. No, not again. "Loki." his voice was louder now, and the near-deaf agent closed his eyes to focus. He began to truly panic, hating the lack of hearing. Where had he gone? Had the others found him? His chest tightened and he slowly withdrew from the bed, slipping into a pair of pajama pants as he began to look around his apartment. Worry wasn't something he was used to in such high amounts, but as he found the main rooms empty, he circled back to the bedroom, a sense of regret filling him. Why had he given himself to the so-called higher bond if he knew he would be left? He reached up to run a hand through his hair and hide his eyes, which were brimming with tears, when there was a strange vibration through the floor and as he stood and turned towards the bathroom, he laid eyes on the other male. Relief flooded him and he moved closer.
Loki paused as he noted the tears. "Clint?" he asked, frowning as he reached to pull the younger male to him. "What's wrong?"
"You weren't here..." Clint breathed, eyes closing as he leaned into the god's touch, a few tears slipping passed his eyes. "I thought..." he stopped as a soft finger laid over his lips.
"Never think that. I am never leaving you. Not anymore." Loki replied, reaching up to brush away the tears. "I told you last night, Clint. I chose you because I knew you were meant to be mine. I never meant to make you hurt so much, make you hate me so." he leaned in, laying a kiss on the archer's lips where his fingers had once been. "You were sleeping so peacefully I couldn't wake you. The ritual is very draining for your kind in the first ten hours. I didn't want to risk you hurting yourself because of it." he explained.
Clint watched him, giving a slow nod. "Just promise me we can break this to the others easy." he said, knowing from experience how Loki loved flair. "We can't just go announcing it to everyone. This takes finesse."
"Which is something only you have." Loki smirked, wrapping his arms around his love. "I will follow your lead in this. I do not wish to cause you any more harm than I already have, Clinton." He smiled as Clint buried his face in his neck, reaching up to run a hand through dark gold tresses. "Come, you need rest. I will tend to your every whim today o ensure the ritual's magic has completely subsided."he said, moving to pick Clint up and place him in bed. "I will be your servant." he promised.
"Then get in bed, I want you to lay with me." Clint replied.
Loki shook his head, chuckling before standing up and walking to the opposite side, moving to lay on the bed as Clint laid a hand on his chest and relaxed into his warmth. "I love you, Clint."
"Love you, too." Clint murmured sleepily, curling where his god could hold him as he drifted back to unconsciousness.
