76. Frosthawk because I’m in need of som…

76. Frosthawk because I’m in need of some good Loki love and you always write him so beautifully!

Loki took a deep breath and looked around. He loved Clint’s farm. It was so quiet, so simple and so typical Clint. The next house was miles away and they were completely alone here.

He could hear him working in the barn and Loki took another deep breath. He had a gift for him and it wasn’t an easy decision.

But he was Loki, God of Mischief, and he would do it. He had to. It was the most important question he would ever ask Clint.

“Hey,” he heard his voice. Clint came out of the barn, wearing only jeans and boots and the sweat glistened on his naked chest. Loki’s pants became tight and his mouth went dry. It was awful. The mortal had completely stolen his heart.

“Hey,” he said and smiled. “What are you doing?”

“The tractor again,” he sighed. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and left a black oily stain.

“Why don’t you let me help you?” Loki asked and Clint shook his head.

“You can’t solve all the problems with magic,” he said.

“Well… I can try,” he said and smiled when Clint slapped his chest. “So, why are you here?”

“What? Can’t I just visit the man I love?” he asked, his hand placed on his chest theatrically.

“You can visit me every time you want,” Clint said, leaned over to him to kiss him and Loki couldn’t stop the smile appearing on his lips. “But you said you had some business in Asgard.”

“Yes,” Loki said. “And… that’s why I’m here, so to speak.”

“Huh?” Clint frowned now. “So to speak?”

“There’s something…” he said, stopped, reached in his pocket and took out a golden apple. “I want you to have this.”

Clint blinked a few times and then he looked up to him. “What’s that?”

“It’s one of Idun’s apples,” he said. “You know that people in Asgard get really old, thousands of years, right?”

“Uh… yes?” Clint said. He couldn’t stop staring at the golden fruit.

“These apples are the reason.”

“And… and…” Clint looked up again, “You want me to have one?”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Loki said. Clint’s jaw dropped.

“You… you mean…”

“I thought about it since this,” he gestured with his fingers between the two of them, “started and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“What?” Clint stared at him disbelievingly.

“I want you to eat this apple, to become immortal like me, Clint,” he said. “I know, it’s a decision that needs time. But I want you to think about it, okay?”

“Is this… are you serious?” Clint blurted and Loki nodded, even if it hurt a bit.

“There’s no one else I can imagine to spend the rest of my life with,” he said. “I know we had a difficult start,” – Clint snorted – “ but we sorted it out, didn’t we?”

“Yes, we did,” Clint smiled.

“And I really don’t want this to end, Clint,” he said and it wasn’t a lie. Since he met Clint he became such a huge part of his life, he couldn’t imagine to be without him anymore. “So… think about it.”

“You and me? For hundreds and thousands of years?” Clint asked and Loki’s heart sank.

“Till the end of time,” he said and nodded slowly.

“Yeah,” Clint said. “I’d like that.”

“You do?” Loki licked his lips.

“Yes, I do,” Clint said. He smiled, leaned over to him to kiss him. And when they parted he took the apple.