Loki X Starlord

Family meeting part 1

(Loki pov)
"Now peter I advice you too be careful my family can be a bit 'too much'" he chuckles, in the way he always does in turn makes my heart skip a beat. "I think I can handle it sweetheart" he kisses my forehead gently as I role my eyes.

"However I'm being serious they can be very boastful and overzealous, well at least the men of the family" he looks down at me raising an eyebrow ciriously "does that count you?" I furrow my eyebrows in protest "of course not I might be prideful and sometimes maybe overly spiteful, however I at least can act properly." He smiles "Suuuure"

I stop in my tracts "whats that supposed to mean?" He keeps walking "nothin, nothin, I'm just wondering what your parents look like, they have to be at least decent looking to peoduce something as eyecatching as you"

I speed walk for an instant to catch up, blushing a bit at the compliment. "well I look nothing like them, mostly because there not my real parents." He looks down at me confused."Friga and Oden raised me, and Thor was already 3 when I was taken into their home" I take a deep breath in an out "My real parents have been long gone with the rest of their species, they were killed long ago by my- by Odin. A peace was made but my brother ended it, he had done with the rest of them. ."

he just stares at me like hes trying to figure out a puzzle. Truthfully it doesn't bother me much, but I would be lying to say it didn't bother me at all "well it doesn't bother me I never knew them and I could have grown to be a completely different person if things didn't go the way they did"

I keep walking and he stops me and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into a hug I blush slightly. "what are you doing?". "I love you and I always will you know that?" I blink a few time "yes. I know"

he hugs tighter "then don't hide how your feeling" he pulls back and puts his hand on my cheek "you can talk to me, never feel like you can't" I nod "now please, we'll be late" he smiles laughing a little and we finally make it to the front door after a bit of walking. Many people stared at us on our journey here peter never noticed however. In which I am glad I love him more than anything but he can easily get involved in conflict.

I knock awaiting an answer. The doors open inwards, funny since last they were broken I could have sworn they fixed them correctly. Despite my knowing,Maybe things have changed...

We walk in and I notice more and more changes some slight like the coloring in the walls and curtains, and some huge like whole nother windows, chandeliers, or even additional rooms.

Peter notices my discomfort and pulls me close to his side smiling softly."No worries?" I breath out smiling  looking up at him "No worries." He started this project with me, obiously his idea, for i would have never came up with it.

Whenever either of us are stressing or upset over something. One of us will comment no worries to remind the other that they are there to help. Its like emotional s.o.s, it really does help. I have no clue why it does but I'm not complaining.

We make our way to the dining hall where everyone is sitting. I sigh pushing open the doors trying to leave behind all worries. Here is too a night, full of the wrong kind of mischief.