"How does it feel, my little mortal?"
I feel so
The man was at a loss for words. Loki looked at him curiously, a smirk spreading across his lips. "Yes?"
Clint thought for a moment. "Empowered," he decided.
Loki's smirk widened. "Yes. It is a wonderful feeling, is it not? Freedom. You are free from your old mind,
free from your old emotions. Free from your old attachments to this petty world."
"Free," Clint repeated, relishing the word, not knowing that he was in fact experiencing quite the
"You have been freed, and now I claim you as my servant." The god smiled at the wonderful irony. "You
will do whatever I command of you, will you not? After all, I saved you from yourself."
"Yes, sir," agreed Clint, "Thank you, sir."
Loki chuckled quietly and walked in a slow circle around his new minion, observing him. He had a lean
build, the muscles in his arms clearly visible due to the sleeveless vest he wore. The curves of his body
were so precise, so
tempting. This man was very strong, and quick. He had already demonstrated his
outstanding skill in archery.
In a word, this mortal man was
perfect. At least, as perfect as a Midgardian can get.
"Do you have a name, human?" the god questioned.
"Clint," his slave answered.
Clint. What a strange name. A strong name, nevertheless. Loki whispered it to himself, the name rolling
naturally off of his tongue. He rather favored it.
"How may I serve you, sir?" Clint asked.
Loki stopped circling him, pausing directly in front of the mortal. "What a broad question."
The human furrowed his brow slightly.
"How may you serve me?" continued Loki. "That solely depends upon my mood, my intentions, and
"How may I serve you in accordance to your desires?" corrected Clint.
Loki turned his gaze upon him, his eyes hungrily longing for his image. He took a step forward, closing
the gap of space between him and the human. Clint showed little reaction to this transition.
"Look at me, mortal."
Clint looked up to meet the hypnotic gaze of Loki. "Yes
"What I desire," said Loki in a hushed voice, "is to understand this world that is soon to be mine. It is so
different than my former home. There are no gods here, save for myself and my mindless brute of a
brother. Only you mortal creatures roam this world. I find you fascinating."
Loki stepped forward again, forcing Clint to take a step back, finding himself against a wall. The god
leaned in, letting his body rest against this human's, his mouth at the man's ear.
"Let us start with the basics," he whispered in a voice that melted like chocolate. "Teach me of the
Clint's eyelids fluttered closed, the feeling of the god's breath on his neck sending a submissive shiver
down his spine. Involuntarily he tilted his head, revealing more of his skin. A lock of dark brown hair
tickled his cheek, the sweet scent drifting to his nostrils.