(Source: levegianis)
How did these…
Clint, was this your doing?
I know it was, don’t even try to lie.
*Looks* They’re nice, but, I don’t think they’re mine. Gonna try anyway,
(Source: pastoraldisp)
Clint grinned stupidly and chuckled. “Oh yeah…” he opened his eyes and looked at Loki before rolling on his side and getting up into a sitting position, reaching over for his pants and underwear. He stood up carefully and out his still shoed feet into each leg hole, pulling them up and adjusting himself before zipping his pants up. “How ‘bout you? Not that I care or anythin’” which he sort of did. He didn’t like not satisfying someone; it made him feel like an inadequate lover.
“A shower is all I require, my clothes are still wear-worthy as I don’t think SHIELD would offer me what I normally wear to disguise myself as a civilian.” Granted that he could always change his clothes with his magic, he would always have a suit or two handy to wear on occasion.
Clint reached around for his shirt, looking down at his chest before going over to Loki’s tattered shirt and grabbing it, wiping his chest before tossing it back at his face. “Right well, I’ll see what I can do about that.” he said half-heartedly, buttoning up his shirt.
Loki caught the remains of his shirt and made a little mental note to have this fixed as soon as possible. It was a little peeve of his when his clothes are not up to standards and he often pride upon his appearance, something that his former brother has yet to pick on.
Looks like he would have to settle for the shirt that SHIELD offered a while ago, it still sat on the only chair in the room, he quickly snatched Clint’s tie to wipe off the mess that Clint decide to grace it with before folding up his shirt. Carefully standing back up, Loki tossed back Clint’s tie and picked up his pants, a smirk on his face as he moved towards the table, putting on his trench coat to cover himself for now until he cleaned himself.
Clint glared at him when he grabbed his tie and caught it in the air, stuffing it into his back pocket. He walked back over to Loki and looked up at the talked man, clapping him on the arm. “That was fun, but uh, I’m not sorry about this.” he said, winding back his arm and punching Loki across the jaw before grabbing his long hair and slamming his head against the glass. “That was just for show, promise.” he said wit a smirk before going over to the door as it whooshed open, stepping out quickly. He winked at Loki through the glass and took his jacket from the chair, and he punched the wall on his way out, just so he could bloody his knuckles. “I’ll see ya round.” he said before heading out, going over to the security to tell them to put the cameras back on and to find someone to replace him.
Clint grinned stupidly and chuckled. “Oh yeah…” he opened his eyes and looked at Loki before rolling on his side and getting up into a sitting position, reaching over for his pants and underwear. He stood up carefully and out his still shoed feet into each leg hole, pulling them up and adjusting himself before zipping his pants up. “How ‘bout you? Not that I care or anythin’” which he sort of did. He didn’t like not satisfying someone; it made him feel like an inadequate lover.
“A shower is all I require, my clothes are still wear-worthy as I don’t think SHIELD would offer me what I normally wear to disguise myself as a civilian.” Granted that he could always change his clothes with his magic, he would always have a suit or two handy to wear on occasion.
Clint reached around for his shirt, looking down at his chest before going over to Loki’s tattered shirt and grabbing it, wiping his chest before tossing it back at his face. “Right well, I’ll see what I can do about that.” he said half-heartedly, buttoning up his shirt.
Clint grinned stupidly and chuckled. “Oh yeah…” he opened his eyes and looked at Loki before rolling on his side and getting up into a sitting position, reaching over for his pants and underwear. He stood up carefully and out his still shoed feet into each leg hole, pulling them up and adjusting himself before zipping his pants up. “How ‘bout you? Not that I care or anythin’” which he sort of did. He didn’t like not satisfying someone; it made him feel like an inadequate lover.
(Source: captainrenner)
