I Don't Know. Are We?//Spiderfrost

I don't know. Are we?

"Mr. Loki?"

Loki turned around, looking around but seeing no one.

"Down here." A small voice said. He looked down to see a boy. He had seen him many times around but never knew who he was.

"Um. Hello. Who are you?" Loki asked, looking down at the sixteen year old.

"Oh! I'm Peter, Peter Parker. Nice to finally meet you. Thor's told me tons about you!" Peter said excitedly.

"All bad I presume?" Loki questioned.

"No actually. It's all good! Great, actually! He told me how much he loves you!" Peter smiled, looking up to Loki. His big brown eyes shining with admiration.

"Oh. Really?" Loki was confused to say the least. After all he did to his brother, he still loved him? And, this kid, why was he so, kind to him? He destroyed the city this kid grew up in. He might have even killed family members.

"Yeah. So, now that we're friends, why don't we get to know each other a bit better?" Peter asked, grabbing Loki's hand and dragging him to the couch before he could respond.

"So, what's your favorite color?" Peter asked.

"Green. What about you?"

"I'd say either blue or red."

Loki knew he wouldn't get out of this anytime soon so he went along.

"Okay. What do you do in your free time?"

"Uhhhh, I really like to work in the labs with Mr. Stark. You?"

"I prefer a good book."

"Nice."

This continued until,

"Um, I definitely don't like this food I don't remember, um, anchovies? I think?" Loki asked, but it came out as more of a question.

"Yeah. Me neither." Peter admitted.

"So, kid, you got anyone? Like, girlfriend? Crush? Boyfriend? Unidentified-friend?" Loki trailed off, turning his attention back to Peter.

Peter blushed almost as dark as Deadpool suit red.

"Uh, o-oh yeah. I-I have a cr-crush. H-He's really n-nice." Peter stammered.

"Oh yeah? He? Who is it?" Loki asked, looking to get involved into drama.

"I-I'll tell you i-if you tell me y-your crush." Peter said half confidently, his eyes now locked on the floor.

"I never told you about my crush." Loki countered. Peter blushed even more and mentally slapped himself for that.

"F-fine." Peter began. "He's tall, dark hair, misunderstood, fun to be around, and really nice."

"Are you two friends?" Loki asked.

"Well, I don't know, are we?" Peter asked, looking up to Loki.

"Wha-" Loki was cut off by a pair of lips on his.

He was surprised at first but soon kissed back.

As they pulled away to catch their breath, Peter blushed.

"I don't know. I hope you guys become more then just friends."

The words didn't have to be spoken for them bother to understand.

Peter nodded happily, hugging Loki and resting his head on the taller boys chest.

At first, Loki thought it felt weird to be with someone so young but then he realized, he was only 17 in midgaurd years.

(Yeeeeeeeeeeee. That's a wrap. Have a good day my lovely little rats)