Clint wandered back in after cleaning the kill from his hunt, the meat gathered and ready to stock as he walked in to clean up himself. He’d gotten quite used to the little hide away deep in the mountains where he and his mate could live without any nuisances. He put the meat up and then went to shower, once done, he slid into jeans and a flanel shirt before going to find his mate. “Loki?” he called curiously.

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The afternoon had worked its magic on the trickster. He was asleep on the couch, an open book on his chest, breathing deeply in sleep. He didnt even twitch when Clint called for him. Afternoon naps were not often indulged in.

Clint found his way to where Loki was resting, moving to kneel by the couch and leaning to press a kiss to his mate’s head. He debated not waking him since he wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep, Loki didn’t often nap since he’d fully recovered, and he petted his fingers through ebony hair. After a moment, he moved to nudge Loki gently. “Loki, my love. I’m home.” he said softly, tenderly.