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Chapter 5

**This chapter is literally just the last chapter but in Loki's perspective !**

The theatre was deafeningly quiet as we took our seats. Peter asked JARVIS to load the movie. The AI's proper voice obliged and the movie started. 

I had so many questions. We're in space? There's glowing bullets in space?? Cinnamon rolls are a fashion statement??? But I decided to keep quiet, not wanting to miss anything. 

I had kept my hands in my lap for most of the beginning, before I absentmindedly went to place my hand on the armrest-

-and made contact with Peter's upturned hand, showing off my name on his skin. I froze. Who rests their arm face up? Should I keep it there? I thought to myself. No, he probably doesn't want to touch your hand. He just met you, jeez.

I quickly brought my hand back to my lap, hoping I didn't offend him. 

Wait- why not read his mind? 

I focused on Peter's mind, and soon the voice of his thoughts echoed in my mind.

Did I do something wrong?  No, of course not! I thought to myself.

We're my hands sweaty??  No, they were actually quite comfortable...

We're his hands sweaty and he didn't want me to know??? 

"My hands aren't sweaty." I murmured to myself, not quite thinking it through. Peter's head snapped up to look at me.

Did he just read my mind? His last thought echoed before I tuned out of his head. I froze. "I said that aloud, didn't I?" I didn't have to read his mind to tell he wanted an explanation. Guess I might as well.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, so I can read people's minds. Not that big of a deal. C'mon, the robots just landed, I want to see what happens." I tried to change the subject, not wanting the conversation to continue the way it was going.

"Wait! This is, like, a huge deal! H-have you been, y'know, reading my mind?" A cute blush danced on his cheeks. Gods, he was pretty.

I shrugged. "I usually read people's first impressions of me. It's interesting to know what people think of me." I thought back to my arrival. "Honestly, your whole family wanted to murder me. But you-" I cut myself off, not wanting to say too much. I felt my face heat at the thought of Peter's impression of me. I desperately tried to change the subject. 

"Well, you're on the Avengers, right? What kind of powers do you have?" He gave a small shrug. "My name is Spider-Man. I'll let you guess what my powers are." I smiled, praying that summoning spiders wasn't one of those powers.

"Hmm... I don't know. Can you tell me?" He got up from his seat and walked over to the wall to the right. He turned to make sure I was watching. 

Please don't be summoning spiders, was all I could coherently think before Peter started to scale the f*cking wall. I watched as he walked until he was upside down, right above me. I couldn't believe it. 

"How did you do that?! What else can you do?" He grinned and rolled up a sleeve, and attached something to the ceiling before lowering himself back down until he was right in my face. 

Dear Odin, he's really adorable. I thought to myself. I subconsciously tapped into Peter,s thoughts just in time to hear his echo: I wonder what it's like to kiss him? 

'Him' being me.

I could help you with that.

 I quickly exited his mind. I noticed how red his face was as he lowered back into his seat. "Well, you know most of my powers. Any more of yours I should know about?" He changed the subject. I figured I could show him another trick. 

"Well it's not really a power, but I can do this-"  I flicked my wrists and daggers appeared in my hands by magic. I stood, backing up a bit. I didn't want to drop a knife on my soulmate. I tossed them into the air, one by one, glancing at Peter occasionally.

I added another knife, then another. Soon I was juggling 6. I could tell he was impressed. I caught them all in one hand, one atop of another. He clapped as I set them down. 

"That was amazing! Where did you learn to do that?"

"I have a good amount of free time." I saw him look at the knives, a glint of competition in his eyes. 

"Can I try?" He asked. I hesitated. I didn't want him to get hurt.

"Have you ever tried?" He shook his head. Great.

"I just want to try with two. Please?" I sighed. I couldn't say no.

"Fine. Please, be careful. Your fathers would kill me if you got hurt." He nodded and scooped up to blades, not hesitating to toss them into the air. He then threw the other. Despite being a beginner, he tossed the knives with an astounding accuracy and grace. I couldn't help but stare. 

Suddenly, lasers fired onscreen. Peter flinched and lost his hold on the act. He yelped aloud. The knives clattered to the ground as he cradled his hand to his chest. I dropped to side, muttering to myself. "Why are the cute ones always stupid?" I asked myself in a hushed tone, hoping he didn't hear. 

"Are you ok? Shit, I should've let you do that-" I held out my hand and willed bandages, paper towels, and peroxide to appear. I opened the peroxide over his bloody hand. 

"Okay, this is going to sting, but I need to clean the wound, okay?" He gave a weak nod, and I dropped some of the liquid onto his hand. I could tell he was in pain. I continued to clean the wound, wrapping it in bandages. I held onto his hand, but not too tight as to cause more pain. 

"Are you okay? Gods, I shouldn't have let you do that! Have you ever juggled? Your dads are going to kill me, I swear to Odin-" He grabbed my hand in his, silencing me. "Loki, please calm down. I swear, I'll be okay. I need you to promise you'll stop freaking out." I stopped. I can't promise that.

"I promise." I lied. 

I looked down to see our fingers intertwined. Once again, I tapped into his mind without thinking. 

Our hands go pretty well together. My heart raced as I got an idea. 

"You know what else might go well together?" I asked. When he didn't respond, I didn't hesitate to grab his face and press his lips on mine. 

A/N- sorry for the late update! life just kinda,,, happened. 

-riddle 💕 💕