Sinbound (Loki fanfiction)

Part 11

Author's note: Well, I do love breaking that fourth wall. It will happen again, I promise! Also, here's a nice long chapter with what we've all been waiting for at the end. Enjoy!

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I wake up and get ready for the day putting on jean shorts, a long sleeve that has black flower motifs that I tuck in, and white keds. I tie half my hair up, exposing a few natural curls that frame my face. I jog downstairs, hungry as hell.

No one seems to be around, so I call out. "Hello?" I say to the empty room. Peter pokes his head around the corner.

"Hey Ayça! I decided to stick around for a bit, I thought you might want a friend." He says, coming over to give me a hug.

"Peter, you're sweet!" I say, hugging him back.

"I was wondering if you'd explain something to me?" He asks, trying to keep things light.

"Sure, anything."

"Yesterday when you were catching up your sister, I didn't say anything then because, ya know, lots to take in," He says, laughing nervously, "But did you actually say you're the... anti-Christ? Like, is that a thing?" He asks, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, Peter, please don't worry about it." I beg, hoping I haven't completely freaked him out.

"I'm here for you, ya know. I just... that's deep." He says, laughing nervously again.

"Yeah, I guess it is. But I promise, I'm not evil or anything. Don't worry about it, ok?" I say, smiling at him and giving his hand a squeeze. I didn't think doing that was going to make me feel guilty, it's only holding someone's hand. I guess it just felt off if it wasn't Loki.

"Ok, um... you wanna go get some french fries with me?"

"Unfortunately, she's not going anywhere." Loki growls from across the room, strutting in out of nowhere. "We have orders to keep an eye on you."

"Where did you come from?" I ask, then notice Bruce coming in behind him.

"Where have you been? You sleep like the dead." Loki remarks.

"Please, Banner? Can't you guys let me have one friend?" I ask Bruce, who I feel like is more likely to let me go than Loki.

Loki and Bruce, the last two people in all the nine realms to ever agree on something, both nod once at each other.

"How about you leave for an hour with Peter, then come back?" Bruce offers.

"That's good enough for me!" I say, completely giddy and grabbing Peter by the wrist and hauling ass out the door.

I hear Bruce mutter something to Loki on my way out, but couldn't pick up what he said. Oh well, I'm going to get fries with Peter fucking Parker.

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"Are you a ketchup or mustard person?" He asks while we sit on a park bench eating our fries.

"I think I like the classic ketchup because you could never go wrong." I answer. "What about you?"

"Oh, so you're one of those people." He teases, wiggling his eyebrows playfully while he talks.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I laugh.

"Personally I'm a mustard person, because there's a different type for every occasion. Like, if you're having a cookout, you bring out the ketchup then like, 3 different kinds of mustard."

"You... you have a valid point, actually." We laugh together.

This is nice. Having a friend to do normal things with as a break from everything else going on. I like Peter, too. He's funny, sweet, and I feel safe with him.