A Trickster's Hawk (an Avengers fic)Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
WARNING: Minor spoilers for The Avengers.
He listened as Agent Barton told him of SHIELD and its workings.
He couldn't help but smirk when the man explained the Avengers. Superheroes indeed. He was hardly impressed, nor did he feel threatened. He merely thought of a way to deal with them before they became a problem. Always best to squash possible rebellions before they began. "Tell me everything about these Avengers," he ordered and Barton didn't hesitate.
There were six Avengers.
Barton himself, a skilled archer and assassin.
Tony Stark, a rich mortal with a suit of armour that enabled him to fight.
Steve Rogers, a mortal enhanced by science who had somehow survived being frozen in ice for nearly seventy-years.
Bruce Banner, another mortal that became a mindless beast when angered.
Thor Loki scoffed at the mention of his so called brother and Barton hesitate
Soothing Voice (an Avengers fic)Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
I was listening to the audiobook for Sally Gardner's "The Red Necklace" when I was suddenly inspired to write this.
Loki was reclined on the bed, back against the headboard, book in hand when Clint entered the bedroom. The archer had no idea how long the trickster God had been there, but judging by the fact that the book was opened about halfway he suspected Loki had been there a while. That or he was a very fast reader.
Green eyes glanced up at him for a moment before returning the book. Clint smirked as he watched Loki's lips twitch as though he were trying to form words or about to start reading aloud. Quickly stripping out of his gear and changing into a pair of sweatpants, Clint walked over and climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb Loki, who had yet to speak or otherwise acknowledge his presence beyond the earlier glance.
Settling next to the trickster, Clint managed
Lullabies and Love (an Avengers fic)Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
"Baby Mine" song and lyrics (c) Ned Washington
Loki woke when he heard the sobs and wails coming from the crib across the room. Rising as though he'd been awake for hours not seconds, he crossed the room and cooed softly at the baby who was fussing and red faced. Lifting his son into his arms, the trickster gently rocked the baby, who continued to fuss. Walking to the rocking chair near the crib, Loki sat and used the soothing motion of said chair to calm his son.
When the wailing became soft hiccups Loki started singing softly, still gently rocking back and forth.
Baby mine don't you cry
Baby mine dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
All I Want For Christmas (an Avengers fic)Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
"All I Want for Christmas is You" belongs to whomever originally wrote it (I'm not certain who this as there are many different versions/covers).
Christmas Eve alone shouldn't have been so nice.
Clint sat on the couch in the tower, happy for once that he was all alone. His fellow Avengers were spending the holidays with family and loved ones. Tony had flown back to be with Pepper. Thor and Jane were off on Asgard. Natasha was visiting her parents in Russia. Steve and Darcy had decided to spend the holiday in Rome. Being alone in the Tower, which still looked oddly enough like a Christmas store had thrown up all over the place, was a rather pleasant and rare experience. One Clint planned on enjoying for as long as possible.
He had just closed his eyes, leaned back and let his head rest on the back of the couch when the music started. It was soft and sweet and he smiled a bit as h
Not Weak (an Avengers fic)Disclaimer: All rights belong to Marvel. I own nothing and no profit is being made.
WARNING!: Contains minor spoilers for The Avengers.
"Do you know what is like to be unmade?"
Clint sat in the dark of his new room at the Stark Tower, days after the battle, and tried to keep his hands from shaking as his own question whispered over and over again in his mind.
He'd told Natasha he didn't remember the things he'd done. That the moments of clarity had been few and far between. Hence the reason he could tell her when Loki was going to initiate the plan but not where. He'd told her that the days under Loki's control were a blank.
He remembered every moment. Every action he'd taken all by the command of an alien God. He hadn't wanted to. He'd tried to fight, to resist, but it was like being trapped in his own head, watching his body act without his consent. He'd been a prisoner in his own body, forced to do what he was told. Forced to
Five Lies and One Love (an Avengers fic)1
"I love you."
The words are whispered and Sif whimpers beneath him, her nails biting into his shoulders as his lie, so carefully whispered in a seductive tone, weaves about her mind. It is believable. She most certainly believes it. He can tell because of the way she clings to him, the way she looks up at him with adoration shining in her eyes.
She whispers words of love in return and he knows they are genuine.
His movements stutter slightly. As though he has been affected by her quiet declaration.
He smiles down at her and doesn't regret lying to her.
He smiled at the powerful giantess. Her beautiful face full of suspicion.
"You know I love you," he said as he moved closer. "Just as I love the beautiful sons you gave me."
"You know not the true meaning of the word." Her red eyes burn into him and his smile widens.
"But I do," he whispered, moving closer, letting his cloak fall open, revealing himself to her. He sees the interest in her eyes. She may hate