The god of Mischief On Midgard

3 Are We Friends?

AN:

SORRY IT'S SHORT!

First Person: Peter

"Okay well here's your room. Peter can show you around. Maybe take you on a tour of the tower later. Someone will come get you when I finish dinner. Okay? Well bye." Steve heads off back downstairs.

Loki turns to look at me.

I stick out my hand. "Hi I'm Peter Parker Stark. I'm Tony's son. I'm also Spider-Man. When my Aunt found out she kicked me out of the house. Tony took me in. I've been living with the Avengers for a couple months. Yeah...um...so." I open the door.

We walk inside. I have webs strung up everywhere. "Whoah!" Loki says.

"I know right." Loki blushes like he didn't realise that he said that out loud.

"Well where am I sleeping mortal?"

"We can share the bed."

Loki looks disgusted but for some reason he complies. Must not like mortals much. Wonder why he agreed to share the bed then ?

"Fine."

"Great!"

"Pathetic mortal." Loki mutters.

"Come on. We mortals can be fun."

"No."

"At least try and play a game with me." I beg.

"Fine. If it will make you stop talking.''

I show Loki how to play with lightsabers. We get into a game of Star Wars.

We watch a few recap videos of the movies. We each pick a character. I take Luke Skywalker and Loki picks Darth Vader. I change into a tank top and leggings. I convince loki to wear it too.

We run around my room shrieking and screaming. Our lightsabers smack against each other. I climb on the walls and Loki floats. We are mostly evenly matched. Loki is trained in fighting with weapons and I'm not. He gets me on the floor. He raises his lightsaber to plunge it into my heart.

"Ahh! No Loki. Don't! Ahh!" I scream.

"DIE!" He plays along. He goes to stab me through the heart but I roll out of the way. The tip runs down my side. I scream in mock agony. The secret compartment that I installed opens and fake blood pours out over my side. It makes it look like I'm truly hurt.