SpiderFrost

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I don't know how many of you like Peter x Loki but I love that ship. I rarely ship people other then Wade and Ned with Peter but I just think they would be so good together.

If nobody likes them I'll probably just go back to writing Spideypool.

Ships: IronStrange, SpiderFrost (it's okay because in this story Peter is 16 and Loki is 16,000 and 1 Midgardian year equals 1,000 Asgardian years), Stucky

Warning: SpiderFrost (if you don't like it then please skip this chapter), Swearing

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Every person in the large group of superheroes looked at Asgard's throne room im awe.

Well, every person except for Peter Stark-Strange.

Peter didn't want to be on Asgard, prefering to be in the saftey and comfort of his mini library/training room. He wanted to finish the books that his Pops, Stephen, had given him for his 16th birthday and perfect his levitation spell.

Yes, Peter had been learning both the Mystic Arts and Magic, which made him a very powerful teenager. He seemed to have a very large magical core and was a quick learner, quicker then his Pops had been.

Anyway, Peter Stark-Strange rolled his eyes at his group of family members and continued texting Ned random nonsense. 

He only acknowledge that the people in the room were speaking when he heard the name Loki.

"Welcome to Asgard! You must forgive the behaviour of my youngest son, Loki. He seems to be going through his moody teenage years." Odin said, looking at Loki with distaste.

Loki glared at Odin from the shadows of the large, golden throne. "If i was going through my 'moody teenage years' as you affectionately put it, all of your throats would be slit and none of you would be breathing. Not you mother."

Loki had a soft spot for his mother, Frigga, and loved her with all of his heart.

"Dont worry, we have our own little nuisance." Tony smirked, refering to his son Peter.

"Says the guy who yeeted his phone out of the tower because he didn't want to watch an add." Peter grumbled, looking up from his phone.

Tony grumbled about Peter for a few seconds but the teen just tuned him out, he was too focused looking at a certain someone anyway.

From across the room Loki stared at Peter, chuckling lightly. Peter smiled at him widely, using his super hearing to hear the god.

After about 20 minutes the Asgardians and Midgardians started mingling, Loki and Peter being the first to start talking.

"I didn't think the son of someone like Stark would be quite like you." The god of magic said.

"And i didn't think the god of Magic and Mischief would be as good looking as he is." Peter flirted, making Loki blush.

"So what do you like doing in your spare time?" Peter questioned.

"The usual, Magic, Mischief, Murder." The god answered.

Spider-Man grinned. "I prefer learning the Mystic Arts, Magic and watching hours of vines at a time."

Loki's mouth dropped open. "You're a fan of Vines?! What's your favourite one?"

Peter crossed his arms. "I saw you hanging out with Caitlin the other day."

Loki knew which vine he was quoting since the first word. "Re-Rebecca! It's not what you think!"

"I won't hesitate, bitch!" Peter held up his fingures like a gun.

At this point everyone in the room were staring at them as they looked at each other. It only took a few minutes before Peter spoke up.

"I think I'm in love."

"No more then i am."

"Oh yeah? Well then then you'll have no problem marrying me."

"No problem at all. How does next Friday sound?"

"Next Friday? Why not tommorrow?"

"You want to play that game, huh. Lets make it right here, right now."

"That's fine by me. I'll get my friends while you set up the throne room?"

"Perfect. The ceremony will be in two hours."

"Great."

Peter quickly opened up a portal leading to Ned's house while Loki started changing up the throne room.

The Avengers, Odin, Frigga, and all of the guards in the room looked at Loki in shock.

"You heard us, get ready for our wedding." Loki said, clapping his hands.

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