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Chapter 6

**Back to Peter's POV!**

I gasped slightly, not expecting the contact. Loki's face jerked backwards. His eyes widened as he took in what he had just done. His face warmed, maybe even redder than my own face. "I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking-" He stuttered. "I shouldn't have done that, I should have asked first I'm so sorry-" I cut him off, connecting our lips again. I paused.

  Is he going to kiss back? 

Does he want to kiss back? 

Do I want him to kiss back?

I stopped thinking when I felt him return the kiss, placing his hands on either sides of my face. His lips were slightly chapped, and tasted like cold ice. He moved his hands down to my waist, pulling me closer. I reached behind his neck, interlocking my hands behind him, trying to pull him closer...

"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON?!" I heard Tony's voice echo from the back of the theater. 

I practically hit the ceiling when I jumped, but Loki hardly flinched. He kept his hands on my waist, even as Dad marched down the aisle of the theater, Pops closely behind him. He stood in front of us, hands on his hips, looking a lot scarier than the taller man behind him. 

"Why do you have your hands all over each other?! Do neither of you understand what 'hands off' means?!" 

"Dad-"

"Peter Benjamin Parker, I can't believe you! Making out with a goddamn trickster god!"

"Tony," Pops tried to interject.

"Steve, back me up here! We ran all the way here because JARVIS said you were hurt, and here you are, making out with Loki !!"

"Tony." Dad froze. "Leave them alone, Tony. We came down to see if Peter was hurt, and he seems to be just fine." Pops stole a glance at me. "But I do need you guys to go to sleep. It's almost midnight. We'll talk about this tomorrow." He gave Tony a look before leading him out of the theater. The room fell into a dark silence. 

"So... guess it's time for bed?" I asked, breaking the silence. He nodded. 

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Loki's POV

I lay in the top bunk in Peter's room, unable to sleep. I couldn't stand the thought of Peter getting in trouble because of me. Granted, he was the one who kissed me the second time. He kissed me. That thought was in the front of my mind, I couldn't get rid of it. I groaned and shut my eyes tight, trying to sleep. 

When I awakened barely a half our later, I noticed there was a lump in the bed next to me. No, not a lump.

"Peter!" I whispered harshly. "What are you doing up here?" He didn't open his eyes as he mumbled a small, "My bunk is too cold, warmer up here." I didn't think as I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me. 

"Is that better?" I asked. 

"Yes." He nodded sleepily. "You're very warm."

I smiled as I drifted off.

A/N~ So That was short,,,,, and,,,,, cheesy