Waking up in the same horribly uncomfortable place he had decided to take a nap, Loki groaned, He knew that his actions had left him having nowhere comfortable to sleep.
Though really as much as sleeping on somewhere that wasn't the best place to rest made him cranky, he didn't care about that as much as he did his plans. Loki was already planning new things to get back at the Avengers.

The god of mischief was rather angry, he hated always losing to the Avengers, it was getting rather bothersome. For once he wanted to win. He wondered if he should take over Clint's mind again, even if it served no purpose in end, it could just be fun. Though he knew he could use that as a plan to find out what the Avengers were up to. His hands gripped tightly around his staff. What ever happened Loki knew that he needed to win for once, he still dreamed of taking over earth. 

Smirking the god of mischief wondered if he could beat down Clint enough to get him to submit to him. The idea was quite amusing to the god of mischief.
Loki tried to remember where Clint lived, he wasn't quite sure. The god then closed his eyes, thinking if he remembered from the last time he had taken over Clint's mind, he had learned a lot during that time. 
He really couldn't seem to focus on anything much but taking down Clint. When Loki remembered where the man lived he took off there, his eyes seemed full of rage.

"Barton!!" He snarled. Loki was standing outside his door. He wondered if the man would open the door or whether Loki would have to destroy it, not giving him a chance to answer, Loki growled and used his staff to destroy the door, he smirked when the door fell to pieces, he didn't really care if he had destroyed the door. He was Loki anyways. Loki stormed into Clint's place, staff was still in hand, he smirked evilly. He knew that Clint would not be pleased to see him.