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Clint grinned devilishly as he spotted the sprig of green above Loki's head. He wasted no time in crossing the room, one hand curling around the back of the god's neck and the other into his shirt as he pulled him close under the mistletoe. "C'mere, you," he mumbled before he pressed their lips together, kissing his lover slow and deep. He didn't give two fucks that they were standing in the middle of the Stark Tower penthouse. If Tony was gonna hang mistletoe, Clint was gonna take advantage of it.















