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[justabitoffun]

Loki didn't leave the apartment all day in part fear that Barton would attempt to escape somehow. He already knew he was going to get into trouble for what he'd done, he certainly didn't need to loose the archer on top of the impromptu transformation spell he'd cast to turn the agent into a white tiger cub. He didn't mind being stuck inside all day on this particular eve though as the entertainment value provided by Barton's defiant attitude and Raun's eager attempts to get the cub to play with him were priceless.

By the end of the day Raun had begun to settle down and when Loki took a relaxed seat on the couch the kitten was almost instantly there to lie down in his lap. The Trickster god petted idly at the kitten's soft fur as he kept a deceptively lidded eye on the tiger cub.

Coulson would be home soon. Loki couldn't be more overjoyed by the prospect.

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[sonofcoul]

Not that Clint would get a chance to try the window for very long before Coulson emerged and lobbed a pair of sweatpants at his head.

"You know what? I've decided to risk the jokes."

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

"You know, that doesn't look much like--fuck!" Hopping back from the window, Clint looked over his hands. "Jesus, Coulson, did you improvise a security system?"

[sonofcoul]

Furrowing his brow in concern, Coulson crossed over to the window. "No, I didn't. What happened?"

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

"Remind me never to wear socks in here or I might end up stealing Thor's lightning gig," he said, showing his hands front and back to prove there was no harm done. "Static shock or your window bit me."

Not one to give up, Clint checked to make sure the window wasn't locked and tried to open it again. It was cold out, but not that cold out. Even if the window was frozen shut, Clint thought he should have budged it by now. "Open sesame, you bastard."

[sonofcoul]

"Oh, honestly. New division of labor. You put on pants, I get the window open. Deal?" He crossed his arms, watching Clint's effort. "Either that or I have a strongly worded conversation with the superintendent."

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

"This counts as off-duty, you have no control over how much clothing I'm wearing." There was another shock and Clint bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything. He pulled his hands away from the window a little too quickly. "Okay, tough guy, if you can open the window then I'll let you have final say on all my pants related decisions."

... Loki is the trollingest troll ever to troll.

[sonofcoul]

Coulson promptly took Clint's place in front of the window and gave it a push. It opened easily. He blinked once and glanced back at Clint. "All your pants-related decisions?"

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

"Oh for the love of--" Exasperated, Clint threw his arms in the air. "That," he gestured sharply at the window, "has to be rigged. There's-- Damn it. Fine, fine, all hail Coulson the Pants Czar."

[sonofcoul]

"My own personal theory involves someone being slightly less gone than he's leading us to believe, but that's neither here nor there." Coulson walked over to the sweatpants, lying on the floor, and held them out to Clint. "I promise to use my powers responsibly."

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

He took the pants from Coulson and pulled them on with a little more anger than necessary. "Great. You know what I miss? Being shot at." Not sure where to look, he chanced a quick glance at the ceiling. Loudly, because there was no point in being quiet if Loki was watching, Clint added, "Stupid, Beowulf reject villains."

[justabitoffun.livejournal.com]

:Beowulf was a floozy. He only got to be a king because of his relations. His feats were stories told in the manner of Odysseus--lies and false-truths that made them sound greater than they actually were. That's why the other half of his story is 'missing'.: The reply came from nowhere and everywhere, and for once was audible to everyone in the room.

[sonofcoul]

"The more you know," murmured Coulson, bordering on under his breath. He then raised his voice. "As much fun as I'm sure this little show has been, Loki, I'm also sure that Barton would like nothing better at the moment than to leave and get home. I think he's put up with enough for the moment."

[kingofarchers.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like someone right up your alley, Prince of Pissing Contests." He crossed his arms, looking as unimpressed as circumstances allowed. "Barton would actually prefer to get to his friggin' day job so he can shoot something."