[He's the first to know? As always, he prefers not to let on but that little signal of... forgiveness or tolerance or whatever it is all but gives Loki warm fuzzies. All he sends in return is a violently pink cat emoji, which Clint is welcome to interpret for himself.
It's about half an hour before he buzzes the intercom, and he in no way has to wait for the door to open but he gives it a moment anyway, standing there patiently with a bag from Petco and a drink holder from Starbucks, like the world's weirdest Uber Eats delivery driver.]
[Clint wasn't too sure what he was doing opening up one of his sanctuaries to the being that brainwashed him but he was all about second chances - he was given one to join SHIELD, he gave Natasha one and Barnes was getting one, so why not try to give Loki one too.
The buzzer makes no sound as it's pressed but there's a slight purple glow of light instead before Clint's voice could be heard as the building's door lock clicks open.]
Hey Lokes, we're on the top floor behind the unlocked purple door, come on up.
[Lokes? That's a new one. He's going to need a couple days before he can decide whether he likes it.
But he's in now, and he makes his way upstairs as requested, opening the door with magic since his hands are full, and closing it carefully behind him after.]
Coffee for you, chai for me, assorted odds and ends for the animals. [Yes, he brought treats for Lucky, too. Bacon flavored. What kind of psychopath doesn't like giving treats to dogs?
The Petco haul also contains a litterbox with a small amount of litter, both canned and dry cat food, Churu treats, a jingly ball, and a bone shaped tag with the name Garm engraved on it.]
[Clint turns towards the door from where he's stood by the purple comfy looking sofa that the newly named Garm is lay on, a relieved smile on his face at the mention of coffee.]
Wow, you really are a God, thanks for all of this. I didn't want to leave him on his own just yet.
[Well, that's flattering! Loki looks very surprised for a moment, then smiles and shakes his head.] Cats are more in Freya's providence than mine, but since she's not here, you're stuck with me.
[He sets the drinks on the nearest table and crouches to take things out of the bag, like a cut rate Santa Claus.] I didn't get a dish for food, just for water, but you can put things on a normal plate for him.
[Clint greedily grabs the coffee filled cup and takes a gulp while watching. The cat shows interest in what's being pulled from the bag before jumping down and slowly walks over.] I think I've got the best expert right here.
[With coffee in hand he moves over to the joined kitchen area to grab a clean plate.] You think he can smell the food you've got in there?
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It's about half an hour before he buzzes the intercom, and he in no way has to wait for the door to open but he gives it a moment anyway, standing there patiently with a bag from Petco and a drink holder from Starbucks, like the world's weirdest Uber Eats delivery driver.]
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The buzzer makes no sound as it's pressed but there's a slight purple glow of light instead before Clint's voice could be heard as the building's door lock clicks open.]
Hey Lokes, we're on the top floor behind the unlocked purple door, come on up.
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But he's in now, and he makes his way upstairs as requested, opening the door with magic since his hands are full, and closing it carefully behind him after.]
Coffee for you, chai for me, assorted odds and ends for the animals. [Yes, he brought treats for Lucky, too. Bacon flavored. What kind of psychopath doesn't like giving treats to dogs?
The Petco haul also contains a litterbox with a small amount of litter, both canned and dry cat food, Churu treats, a jingly ball, and a bone shaped tag with the name Garm engraved on it.]
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Wow, you really are a God, thanks for all of this. I didn't want to leave him on his own just yet.
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[He sets the drinks on the nearest table and crouches to take things out of the bag, like a cut rate Santa Claus.] I didn't get a dish for food, just for water, but you can put things on a normal plate for him.
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[With coffee in hand he moves over to the joined kitchen area to grab a clean plate.] You think he can smell the food you've got in there?
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