The Goddess of Mischief----Loki's Daughter

I remember Peter Parker

I woke up with a headache on a couch. I have heard this is what a hangover feels like but I'm 14 and I've never drank before. It was unusually dark, and I couldn't see any decor. So I wasn't in my own house. Great. So what's going on? I see someone walk in from out of nowhere and wander down a hall.

"Hello?" I ask, as if they would answer. They kept on walking, and I decided to follow.

I saw the person turn into a doorway after a few moments, asking them questions that they didn't answer, and I couldn't catch up to them, despite my records on my track team. I couldn't even make out whether this person had any features on their face. Okay, I must be like, lucid dreaming or something, but this feels so real. I turned into the room, and saw a weird-looking orb that seemed to be made of rings. It was orange and the rings had some sort of ancient scripting on them. I rubbed my sunken in eyes, the orb was bright. I saw the figure behind it, waving a hand for me to come over, then I no longer felt the need to fall asleep. I hesitated, then remembered nothing bad could ever come from a dream. I walked forward and stood behind it by a few feet. The person didn't speak or do anything, so I had time to look around. It looked like I was standing on space. I was standing on solid platform, but the stars were moving, and the environment around me was colorful, it looked like it was the galaxy. It was beautiful, very peaceful and relaxing to look at, but then I heard a voice.

"Do you know the name, Peter Parker? "

"Peter Parker?" I muttered. Peter Parker. It definitely rung a bell, but I just couldn't place it. "An old class mate of mine?"

"Peter Parker is Spider-man," the voice said plainly. I looked up at this figure to see if they had a face. They were hooded in a dark cloak, but I recognized the voice soon, to be of a masculine figure. I had heard this voice before today, and yet I was still clueless. His face was of the one and only Doctor Strange.

"Doctor Strange?!" I shouted, "Why are you here, is this a dream?"

"You're not dreaming, now I want you to take this spell," he said as he held out his hand.

"Why?"

"This spell contains every memory I've had since finding out Spider-man's true identity."

"Why did you choose me?" I questioned because I had never thought of myself as anything other than a normal jackass.

"You have powers, Laufyson, more powerful than those of the Scarlet Witch's, and I'm not sure how, but if you harness these powers, you could perhaps find your father, Loki, and help Peter live a normal life with friends and family."

"LOKI?! MY FATHER?!" I freaked out. I couldn't believe this, how could I not be dreaming? "STRANGE, WAKE ME UP, I DON'T ACCEPT YOUR TASK!"

"You don't have a choice, young lady."

"Can't Peter just live life like it is now?!" I said, pissed off. I can't believe Strange just told me my dad was a fucking alien, and didn't even try to explain shit!

"Listen, you don't know how much I care for this boy, he is more than just a colleague, he is my friend," Strange said as he looked me in the eyes. "Please..."

I slowly walked towards the "spell" and grabbed it as slowly as I could, but once I was within a few centimeters, I was seeing so many different things at once. Peter takes his mask off in front of Strange, Peter standing next to two other spider-men, so many things in my head, too many. I couldn't even think my own thoughts...

"Lucy!" I heard faintly. "LUCY!"

I sat up abruptly, panting. "What the hell?" I remembered everything vividly, and looking back, I was seeing stuff that wasn't through my own eyes. Peter Parker is Spider-man.