Loki X Stark!Reader

Oh No

Sorry about the wait, I kinda forgot about this for a second there. I have like three different books going at the minute, so sometimes my attention goes to one for a long time and the others just kinda sit there.... sorry :p

When movie time came around(9pm), Peter was nowhere to be found. Eventually I mustered up the courage to ask dad, but I found them together in his lab. 

"It was probably Mr. Loki sir. Can't he shapeshift?" 

Little bastard. 

"You're right kid! I knew I should've kept him away from her." 

I walked into the room, "Bailing on me Parker?" 

He turned to face me, "S-sorry." 

I rolled my eyes, "You aren't, but that's ok." I looked to my dad, "It wasn't Loki." 

"Then how?" 

"Figure it out yourself old man!" 

I left the room, and felt a little hurt. I mean Peter chose my father, over me. Very rude.... Also replaceable. I made my way to my next victims room, and pounded on the door. There was a loud groan, and then his door opened. 

"I thought you were leaving me alone." 

I sighed, "Got bailed on."

"I liked it better when you did not know I was here." 

"That makes one of us." I grabbed his arm, and dragged him out of his room. 

"What are you doing?" He tried to pull his arm back, but I wouldn't let him. 

"I'm forcing you to watch a movie with me. You can blame this on Peter Parker, he bailed and now you're stuck with me." 

I dragged him right into the elevator, and to the couch on my level. I hadn't noticed it, but he had stopped fighting me. I flopped onto the couch, and motioned for him to do the same. He sat on the end farthest from me, and I started the movie.

"Have you seen a movie before?" 

He shook his head. "Thor said it is like theater." 

I nodded, "Basically is theater, but not in person." 

Two hours later I found myself half asleep. Lazily I looked over to Loki who looked confused as ever. 

"You didn't like it?" 

He shot his head to me, "I do not understand. What were they playing?" 

"Tag." 

He scoffed, "Yes, but what is the point of tag?" 

A tired laugh escaped my lips, "It's a kids game. Basically one person is it, and the others have to run away from said person. If that person touches someone they become it, and now the first one is also running away." 

"I still do not understand." 

I sighed, and sat up. "Ok, say I'm it." 

I pulled my knees underneath me on the couch, leaned over and tagged him. "I tagged you, so now you're it." 

"How is this fun?" He asked while staring at his shoulder where I touched him.

"It personally don't think it is, but that's only because I'm not very athletic. Running around, isn't fun for me. For kids though," I shrugged, "It's getting rid of energy I guess." 

He sighed, and stood up. As he walked away I decided I could be a little nice. 

"Thank you."