Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

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Peter was still crammed into the couch, compensating at the fact that he was discussing Wanda's adopted kids with a god. An actual god.

"Uh.. orphan here" he decided, not wanting to throw Tong or Stephen under the bus, since word hasn't fully gotten out to the tower about the adoption yet.

Tony wanted it to be revealed after Wanda had her kids, because he didn't want to steal her thunder or anything. As far as everyone knew in the tower, Peter was just staying there because of the whole aunt fiasco, and since he was Tony's intern.

He still hadn't spoke to most of them either since then, because Tony and Stephen were being quite thorough on keeping Peter secluded from any unwanted conversations. Not that he minded, he was not ready to be having casual talks with random heroes yet.

Which is partly why talking to a god about baby showers and whatnot was really freaking him out. It was quite a step-up.

"Ah. We are the same then" Loki reached over and out what Peter assumed was supposed to be a sympathy hand onto his shoulder, "I lost both sets of parents I was gifted to. What fate did yours suffer?"

Clearly, the actual god (holy shit), was trying to make casual conversation. Or.. maybe not so much casual as it was any conversation at all. Peter decided to assume it was from loneliness, so he rolled with it.

"Uhm.. my birth parents died in a plane crash when I was little. I lived with my uncle and.. and my aunt, till my uncle died" he gulped a bit, convincing himself not to care about it for the sake of not starting to cry in front of a stranger, "and uhm.. my aunt got arrested.." he tried finishing the sentence, but decided it best to stop there instead, "how about yours?"

"Birth parents abandoned me, to which I was founded by the king and Frigga, raised as a prince until the two of them suffered very different deaths" he said casually.

Peter assumed he'd had a lot of time to mull over their deaths, because he recognized the far off look that was expertly buried in thought. It still held the layer of sadness, but also that of acceptance.

It gave Peter some hope.

"Moving on. Your aunt. You say she was.. arrested? What crime did she commit that'd warrant a place in the dungeons on this planet?" Loki asked, not all to familiar with how cruel humans were opposed to how weak and stupid he saw them as.

Peter breathed out a large breath, his eyes widening in the awkwardness that he felt.

"Uh.. like.." he couldn't think of how do describe it.

"Did she kill another midguardian? I do love stories like that, no offense directed towards you" Loki theorized, scratching his nose.

"No," he shrugged, "but she almost killed me" he bounced off of what the god (holy shit, again) had said, internally thinking 'nailed it', before realizing in fact, he did not nail it.

Loki looked at him quizzically, as if mulling over what he'd said.

"My father tried to kill me once too. Was it a purposeful matter?" Loki sounded as if he was partially sympathizing with a shared experience, and challenging Peter's struggles with his own.

A toxic habit he enjoyed greatly.

"I don't think so, but I uh.. I do have some nasty scars from it" he admitted, surprised that he was partially relieved to talk about it with someone who had a bit of understanding.

Like yeah, it was an actual god, but like.. it was also really cool.

"So you are a survivor then" Loki concluded, kinning with the look Peter held in his eye. One he'd recognize from anyone who had the power to show it, "A warrior. Your kind is granted one of the greatest seats in Valhalla, so long as you strive to rekindle the gift that opportunity grants to you with your limited time".

It was a weird way of putting it, but Peter had to admit he did feel a bit better.

"So uh.. you.. also live here?" Peter asked, looking around the empty room.

"Occasionally. I visit from time to time to learn. A cluster of the stories you small creatures come up with occupy my time quite frequently" Loki admitted, looking to his nails as if there was something on them, "I am not allowed to leave to Asgard with them, according to the red haired leader, so I reside here from time to time to finish them off".

"Oh, you like reading books?" Peter clarified, trying to figure out if by red haired leader, he meant Pepper or Natasha, "I've got a couple recommendations if you'd like. I could stop by the library and pick a few up, granted you haven't read them already".

Loki bore an untrusting look in his eye, looking at Peter as if he was trying to find something.

"What do you want in return?" He asked.

Peter bit his lip. This seemed like one of those situations, where if he said 'nothing', that would result in even more distrust, and he wouldn't get to show off some of his favorite books.

"Uh.. I want you to.. uhhh.. tell me what you think of them" he concluded, "so then I can get you more that you actually like. Also, because I find it fun to share my interests".

Peter felt partially robotic saying that, but he had to make it seem like he actually had something to gain from it, otherwise he had a gut feeling that the god (literally wtf) would deny it at any other way.

Loki squinted his eyes at Peter.

"If we both gain something from it, I see no issue. I receive however many hours of entertainment from your 'recommendations', and you receive.. fulfillment? For shared interests?" He clarified, as if the deal was something rigged.

"Yup" Peter replied, actually surprised that it worked.

"Fine. If I am not in sight when you get them, leave them under the coffee table in here. I will eventually get to them" he closed his eyes, leaning into the couch.

"Alrighty" Peter pursed his lips, unsure where to go with the conversation now.

Loki seemed to endure the same thought process, standing up and exiting the room without so much as a goodbye.

Well, that was fun.

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Ayoo filler check.

It wasn't supposed to be, but you guys know how changeable I am since I'm actually insane. Yallre great tho, thanks for reading.

Anywhosies, you all better have a wonderful day, or I'm going to make sure that no matter what, whenever you try to fall asleep, it will smell like cat piss. Doesn't matter when or where, it will happen.

Love you all 💛💛💛

Sincerely, someone who's too lazy to go get water rn 🤷