Love of a Hawk

A/N:Any and all mistakes are my own(mostly cause I have no Beta...) And again I stress, The warnings are there because I do not really know where the characters will take me. There will be some violence, mentions of Rape, Torture and there WILL be Mpreg, meaning this is a YAOI story, BOY X BOY(er... MAN X MAN really...) you don't like that stuff, then don't read it. I have warned you. If you do decide to read it, please leave a review afterwards. it would be much appreciated. I like some criticize, but no Flamers please.
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"Speech"

'thought'
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Summary:

After the events in New York, a year later, the Hawkeye runs into the battered, bloodied, bruised mess of Loki in one of SHIELD's cells. He notices Loki's not acting like he was the year before and he wonders just what is going on. That's when things turn upside down for the assassin as memories of dreams he had been having the past year return to the forefront of his mind.
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Previously:

Back in his cell Loki groaned and hissed in pain as he struggled to sit up. He tugged at the collar on his neck that bound his magic, cursing Odin to all the realms and levels of Hel for having blocked his magic. He couldn't even heal himself, not that he wanted to. He would actually rather die than have to deal with all of this. He sighed softly and leaned against the wall of his cell the best he could as he sat on the floor, thinking back to the day Barton had discovered him here instead of in Asgard. He wondered how the assassin had even recognized him. He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes, feeling incredibly weak. He could feel his life blood draining from him and pool under him on the floor. His vision started to cloud and the light faded. Before he could fully "go dark" he heard a voice from down the hall that sounded like music to his ears. "LOKI! WE'RE HERE FOR YOU! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON US!"
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WARNING! THERE IS MENTION OF RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER!
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Loki blinked a few times as he heard Clint's voice echoing throughout the building. He struggled to breath and to suppress a smile, failing at both of them. It was getting harder and harder for the demi-god to stay awake. He felt so tired and sluggish. He idly wondered who this "we" was about but shrugged it off and kept up the valiant fight of staying awake. "LOKI! IRON MAN AND I ARE HERE TO GET YOU OUT! STAY AWAKE DAMN IT LOKI!" he heard shouted at him as he watched Clint rush down the hall toward his cell. He couldn't suppress the honestly happy smile that formed on his face as he watched the blond approach.

The demi-god felt slightly confused as to why Clint was so... worried about him, even after everything he had done to the man. He shrugged his shoulders and put his head back against the wall, not really understanding the situation. He struggled to sigh and looked down at the blood soaked ground. 'My dear Clinton. You were always my favorite.' Loki thought with a sad smile on his face, watching Clint's mouth move but unable to hear him. "I..." he frowned at how had it was to speak and licked his lips, watching the Hawk continue to talk, he guessed it was to keep him awake, it was somewhat working, he did hear snip-its, like, "Home", and "Safe." he scoffed internally at those words, those lies.

Clint looked at Loki after he had breached the cell the man was in and paled, fear gripping his heart and settling into his stomach like lead, confusion also was at the forefront of his mind, weather it was his own at the feelings he was having about his ex-enemy, or Loki's, he didn't know. All he knew is he didn't like how close to Death's door the raven haired male looked. "Boss... Damn it Loki." he cursed and gently picked the fallen deity up into his arms and rushed out to find Tony. "Oi, Tin Man, I got the package. we need to leave. now." he hoped he sounded urgent through the com link and rushed out to the roof to meet with Tony. "I'm up on the roof, you'll have to be careful. package is.." he paused for the right word, "...slipping." he managed finally. He heard Tony curse, quite colorfully and say he's on his way.

Tony vaguely heard the panic in Clint's voice and wondered just how bad of shape the trickster god was in. he heard Hawkeye state that the demi-god was slipping and he cursed, in several languages and told Jarvis to get his doc to the tower asap and to call Banner. "Jarvis, tell them both it is an emergency, and it is not me this time..." he stated as he landed on the roof after blasting a hole so he could get up to it. He froze when he saw how still Loki was in Clint's arm and how pale he looked, pale and like he was dead already. "when you said he was slipping you didn't saw he was almost dead!" he stated and grabbed Clint and Loki into his arms and flew as fast as he could back to the tower. "Come on Prancer. Stay with us." he stated, more as something to dispel the tense silence that surrounded them.

Clint arched a brow at the nick name and shrugged it off before glancing down at Loki who was, as he could see struggling to stay awake and somewhat coherent. 'Damn it... Why am I so concerned about Loki? I mean he did brainwash me...' he ignored his inner voice, which seemed to at the moment not be very helpful, as it piped off with, "Because, maybe you care for him, deeper than you are willing to admit Clint." He, however, couldn't deny how possessively he was holding Loki to him, not caring how bloody he got. He sighed internally and followed Tony into the tower, listening to Jarvis say the doctor and Banner were waiting in the Lounge. "I'll take him to my room. meet you there." Clint stated and headed off down the hall, not paying any mind to what ever Tony's remark was and sighed softly. He set Loki on his bed and began the task of taking ruined clothes off so the doctors could get to the wounds. He sighed and began to wash off the extra blood, noting how thin Loki looked. 'What the hell did they do to him up there in Asgard? Does Thor know his brother is in this state?'
he asked himself, finding himself starting to dislike Odin and Asgard in general if this is how they treated their prisoners.

Loki felt hands touching him and flinched at the touches, wanting to move away but finding he couldn't lift anything, not even to twitch a finger. He frowned and opened his eyes before turning his head to the side and saw Clint taking his close off and looking over his wounds. He noticed the man was covered in blood, his blood and he winced as warm water touched his ice like skin. He wondered if he had some how turned into his Jotun form without realizing it and glanced down only to see that nope, he was still human toned. He wondered why he was so cold then for a few seconds before realizing he was on Death's door step. 'Well my darling daughter Hel, it looks like papa is going to you sooner than we thought.' he mused as his eyes slipped closed, wondering if he was indeed dying, he heard Clint's suddenly panicked voice and wondered what was wrong. He opened his eyes again and moved them to look at the panicked face of Hawkeye and paused. 'Is Clinton Barton, crying? Over me? After everything I did to him? Why? I... I took his freedom, his mind... his will... I killed Coulson... almost killed the Widow...' he watched the tears glitter in the man's eyes and tried to stay awake and to speak. "I..." he rasped and coughed.

Clint heard Loki try to speak and looked at the pale face and quickly dimming eyes. "Don't talk. Tony went to get his doctor and Banner from the Lounge so they can patch you up."

Loki shook his head as best he could. "No... I..." he coughed and took in a raspy breath. "Sorry Cl... Clinton..." he closed his eyes before opening them again, summoning what ever strength he had left to speak. "Thantos... must warn you... Ask Thor..." he gasped and coughed, more blood dripped from his mouth. "Thor knows who Thantos is..." he started to shake from the effort, absently noting that Tony came in with the doctor and Banner. He saw Banner pale and would have found the situation amusing, but he was in too much pain to care. He saw the other doctor start barking out orders and he focused his mind on Clint. "Thantos... will... come..." he rasped, making Tony freeze and walk to Clint's side. "Thantos wants..." he blinked quickly and struggled to keep his eyes open, wincing as he felt the doctors start sewing his gashes together and bandaging broken bones.

Tony stared at the man who threw him out the window last year and heard him struggle to speak, warning them about some dude named Thantos and to ask Thor. 'What does Thor have to do with this? Does he know what state his brother is in? Did their father do this? Was he even like this when he was at SHIELD? How long had he been at the base?' he asked himself as he approached Clint. "Jarvis, run a scan, make sure everything is fixed that needed to be. And make a note to look up Thantos later, after Loki is stable and resting." he stated, hearing Jarvis' reply back.

"Scan completed sir. Most of the wounds are now stabilized. There is rectal tearing and the walls of his anus are torn as well sir." the AI responded. Tony froze at those words, while they were mostly good news, was still pretty bad, especially the tearing. "Jarvis, is it safe for Loki to sleep now? It looks like he could use it." he asked, not really paying attention to the two he was next to. "Yes it is sir." Tony nodded and looked down at their ex-enemy's face and forced himself to smile. "You'll be okay now Prancer. Get some sleep. We'll be here when you wake up." he said as soothingly as he could. Loki was already asleep before he had even finished talking.