Hidden in Plain Sight // A Spiderfrost Fanfic

Chapter 32

It's late again! I'm so sorry! I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Peter's POV

I rubbed my wrists, where I could still feel Loki's hands, and accidentally brushed against one of my spinnerets. I shivered with a sudden jolt of pleasure. I frantically fumbled around, found my web shooters, and clipped them on before anything else touched them.

I hear Loki's stomach growl and I looked up, trying to cover my slow growing blush. "Wanna go eat?"

Loki nodded and we left the room.

After Loki and I ventured out of the room to eat, the day was normal, well as normal as it can get with superheroes. We watched movies, played games, and I even went out as Spider-man. Overall, nothing eventful happened, except when Tony lit the kitchen on fire.

Despite the lack of movement and excitement, I was exhausted after everyone had dinner together.

I sleepily tugged on Loki's sleeve after everyone else left the room.

"I'm tired," I mumbled, yawning.

He gave me a soft smile and swept me into his arms. I was too tired to argue. I felt a tug in my gut and Loki teleported back to the bedroom. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

I woke up the next morning and instantly noticed my lack of clothing despite the blanket tucked around my shoulders. I was wearing Loki's shirt and my boxers, that was it.

I almost thought that Loki wasn't in the room until I saw the slight movement of breathing coming from the pile of blankets next to me.

Loki shifted and I saw that not only was he in boxers too, but that was the only thing he was wearing. Heat rose to my cheeks and I averted my gaze.

Did he change me and himself or did we take off our clothes to sleep and I was too tired to remember? If the latter was true then why was I wearing Loki's shirt? I was grateful nonetheless because if anyone walked in they would've seen my scars.

Footsteps caught my attention. They were heading here. My heart leapt to my throat. I quickly covered Loki's exposed leg, made sure that I was completely covered by the gray blanket, and pretended to be asleep.

The door slammed open.

"Wake up sleepyhead!" Ned shouted and I barely kept the grin off my face. I loved that vine.

I blinked my eyes open, trying to act as if I was just woken up. MJ was leaning on the doorframe and Ned was beaming.

I groaned and rolled over. "It's too early."

I heard the floors creak right before the blanket was ripped off of my body.

"Dude!" I protested and turned to face them. I held out my hand. "Gimme."

"Nope," MJ taunted. "You don't get it back until you get up."

I webbed the blanket and tugged it back, draping it across myself. I accidentally nudged Loki in the process. He stirred next to me and I knew he was waking up. I put a hand on his bare chest and pressed him down.

STAY DOWN! My thoughts yelled.

Of course he did the opposite and tried to sit up. I sighed and let him get up. The blankets fell off of him as he leaned against the backboard of the bed.

"You just had to not listen to me. Figures," I grumbled.

Loki gave a low chuckle and stretched. "Good morning to you to."