Open Post for voice testing and shenagians!

[iwouldnttrustme]

~Comment with your character or start a thing (which would be easier for me until I get the hang of him)
~Profit!

~Random Scenario Meme here if you need prompting

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[ihazanest]

Partly it was the blindness and partly it was the fact that he was never entirely sure what to expect from Loki's touch. It was usually benign, even pleasant sometimes. But there had been pain in it just often enough to keep him from trusting it right away.

"Alright." He replied to the request, or the permission, whichever it was. He unfolded to his feet again, wincing only a little when his knee popped again and making sure to keep the edge of the bed against his arm, so that he knew right where it was so that he wouldn't overbalance himself and end up on the floor again as he climbed up on it.

[iwouldnttrustme]

He frowned slightly at the pop and the creak in the man's knee. He knew it wasn't a good sign for a human but he seemed a little young to be having trouble with it He would hate for his plaything to break so soon. Perhaps he should get a healer to have a look at it.

Loki shifted slightly, spreading his legs and gripping Clint's arm firmly to direct him to kneel between them. It was quite the sight; he could appreciate how handsome the mortal was at least. It was a minor factor in his decision to make Clint his personal toy.

"Now, how shall you earn breakfast?"

[ihazanest]

It would work itself out soon enough, at least this time, mostly it was due to just how tightly-curled he'd spent most of the night. His elbow and shoulder would be protesting too before long.

For the moment, however, he just settled where he was guided, kneeling on the bed was somewhat more comfortable than kneeling on the floor, and at least now it was easier to tell where Loki was, and one hand settled lightly on his master's knee, edging slowly upward when he wasn't immediately batted away, "I'm sure I'll think of something."

[iwouldnttrustme]

He would be keeping an eye on it at any rate. He knew mortals were pathetically frail and their lifetimes ridiculously short. Loki just wanted to get the most out of Clint as he could before he discarded him.

His attention shifted, however, to one of interest. Loki hated going without but sometimes it was necessary. Clint just needed to make up for it this morning. No problem.

"Mmm..." Loki settled in more comfortably. "I should think so. I am not terribly difficult to please." A lie, but one he believed.

[ihazanest]

Of course Loki hated going without, that was part of the reason for this whole rule-the-world plan. Not that Clint knew that part of it, of course.

There was a twitch of expression at the statement, one that before all of this would have been a wry smile leading to an out-and-out grin. The 'Sure you aren't.' was almost audible, but what he actually said was: "And I'm good at improvising."

His fingers had finally met the edge of the loose tunic that Loki wore to bed -when he wore anything at all- and he toyed with the fabric between his fingertips for a moment before rolling his weight forward a little so that his fingers could continue their trek, slipping beneath the fabric a moment later, finally trailing along the jut of Loki's hip, which was when his other hand started a similar movement on the other side.

[iwouldnttrustme]

No, as far as his pets believed this was the way things had always been and if Loki had his ways it was how it would be from now on. It took quite a bit of energy to do maintenance on the spells that kept the Avengers in the dark but it was only required every once in awhile and more than worth it to get what he wanted. Without them, there was nothing to stand in his way.

“Yes, you are,” Loki praised with a nod. He liked it when his pets were happy and he was getting what he wanted. He settled into the bed and made an approving sound as Clint got started. He was going to let him do what he wanted this morning. Loki was just going to lay here and enjoy himself.

[ihazanest]

Clint was quiet for the time being, still trying to get any sort of read on what Loki might want. The noise of approval was helpful, but only a little, there was still so much that could go wrong, especially if he ended up doing something that Loki didn't like, even by accident.

Which was why, fingers curling and uncurling against Loki's hips, kneading there for the time being, he asked: "Hands or mouth?" he'd been reprimanded for trying one when Loki had wanted the other, or both, or for using both when Loki had only wanted one, and at a time when he was already uncertain, he wanted things to be as clear as possible.