I WATCHED HOMECOMING! Man I have been writing Peter so wrong. I'll fix it, one day I may go back and change the published chapters. Also, this fic will have no ships at all except maybe Wanda and Vision and Tony and Pepper. The canon ships, y'all. Definitely no Thorki (which is my worst favorite ship in existence) PeterxLoki or TonyxPeter (second worst) or LokixTony. We have a father a son and an uncle. Anyway
Mid through chapter: I WATCHED RAGNAROCK! It is the best movie i've ever watched fight me
Either way, this chapter is extra long! Mostly because I couldn't bring myself to cut to a different perspective
POV: Loki
I don't understand young Peter. He knows I really want a knife, and I've tried to take over the world, he hasn't even heard my version of it, and yet, here he is, lending me books and rick rolling Tony and letting me in to his lab and all the things that no one in their right mind would ever do.
It's a trick. It has to be a trick. Nice to meet you, Mr. Loki? Definitely a trick. No question.
Still, I can't help but wonder what he wishes to gain out of this... As a prisoner, I don't have much of anything to offer.
My notebook was in the same place when I walked in, Thor slightly disappointed watching the lava lamp. He turned to me and smiled.
"Brother!"
"Yes, hello," I said. "Are you planning on leaving tonight?"
"Am I not allowed to stay in-"
"The door locks in five minutes. I would advise you to leave before then..." I looked at the clock on my desk. It's ten twenty-five. Five minutes on the dot.
"You go to bed this early, brother?" he said, looking at it also. I knew all too well that he hardly slept until past midnight.
"Yes, I do. Now-"
"Alright, Alright, Brother. I'll leave."
"Much appreciated," I said, sitting down on my bed and trying to smooth out the wrinkles. The door clicked behind him.
The silence and lack of people hit me harder than I'd think, and I had to close my eyes to steady myself. I'm alone now, and I'm not going to think about Mother, I'm just going to go to bed and think about simple things, like finding myself a knife or the tesseract. Of course, I know if I really want a knife I could just take one from the kitchen, and if I really wanted the tesseract I'd just leave through a window somewhere. And then what would I do? I had an army and couldn't take over one of the nine worlds. And look where that landed me for trying... Prison, the one person left after a jailbreak, getting revenge on whoever was stupid enough to kill Mother over something as stupid as an infinity stone...
Trying to fake my death and getting called out on it by Thor... Not to mention now I'm stuck here on Midgard surrounded by simple minded mortals... I can try to pin it all on Ultron, but honestly he was only a minor influence. I'd stolen the staff and I'd still wanted to rule somewhere. Without him I might've tried a less forceful approach, but... I'm not lying, I still wanted the throne. I still would've reached for it somehow.
"Uncle Loki are you-" Peter came in, holding his web-bracelet things. The door clicked behind him, then clicked once more, louder. I looked at the clock. Exactly ten-thirty.
"Young Spiderling, do you know what you have done?" I said, pressing my nails into my palms hard enough to hurt.
"What- did I wake you up- I'm sorry-" He stammered, looking up at me. I brushed past him and tried to open the door. Locked.
"No, not that. You're just locked in here now," I sighed. "The door doesn't open again until seven tomorrow. Then someone has to unlock it manually. You've..."
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My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)
Fanfiction(ACTUALLY CONCLUDED) Neither Loki or Tony really had a good father, and when Peter Parker finds his way into their lives after Uncle Ben died, they both decide to give him what they never had. On top of that, Ultron's story has more to it than anyon...
