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Chapter 10

Loki's POV~

I followed as Peter led the way through the huge building he called home, ignoring the rumbling of my stomach. When we turned the corner to the kitchen, I noticed that the majority of Peter's family was gathered at the table, along with his friends. I could see the anguish clearly on his face. 

Of all of the kitchens in this goddamn tower, of course they're all here. I heard his thoughts. I tried to take his arm and turn the other way, but Mr. Spangled Ass was too quick. "Peter, breakfast is ready. Come sit and eat."

 That was certainly not a question. Peter begrudgingly took an empty seat. I took one across from him, wedged between Thor and his female friend I remembered as Michelle. I'm not really sure which was scarier. The short scientist was on the other side of Thor (Bryce?) and Peter's other friend was beside Michelle. 

Poor Peter was squished between his parents, both of them looking at me. The redhead woman was beside Rogers, the blonde man beside her. The two platonic soulmates were on the other side of Tony. I realized that everyone at the table was avoiding the gaze of Stark and Rogers, trying to focus on their food instead. It was a very uncomfortable silence.

Rogers stabbed at a waffle, not breaking his glare. "Nice shirt." He told me. I almost forgot I was wearing a Captain America shirt. I really hoped it made a good impression, but there was no way I was digging through the mind of America's Ass. I'm sure that's illegal. 

Stark looked as though he wanted to blast me with a laser from one of his suits. 

"So... Loki," He started. "Did you remember to use a condom?" Everyone froze. I'm pretty sure Peter choked on his waffle.

"...Pardon?" Was all I could muster. What the f*ck did he think we did last night?

"He said, did you remember to use a condom?" Rogers repeated.

"Sirs, I'm not sure you have the right idea-" Suddenly, before I could even finish, Peter stood up from his seat and stormed off in the direction of his room. I followed him, not wanting to continue this conversation with his parents. I could hear Peter's friends excuse themselves as the redhead woman got onto Rogers and Stark about how rude they were being.

I found Peter facedown on the bottom bunk. I sat beside him and massaged his shoulders. "Are you ok?" He groaned and turned over on his back. "Honestly? No. It's not even noon and I'm sick of my dads." He sat up and leaned his head on my shoulder. "It's fine. Really. You're my soulmate, not my therapist." I chuckled, snapped my fingers and suddenly I had a clipboard and some cliche therapist glasses. "Who said I can't be both?" I got a small giggle, but it was enough. "Loki, I promise. You don't want to hear it." 

"Would it help if I took my shirt off?" I suggested, tugging at the hem of the gray fabric. He quickly covered his face to try and hide the blush. "Loki!"

"I'm not hearing a 'no'." He sighed. "Fine. Sometimes I just wish some things in my life were normal. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my dads and all, I just wish I didn't have such high expectations. And I love being Spider-Man, but it can get pretty stressful on top of school. And I spent my whole life thinking my soulmate didn't exist, and here you are! You were practically thrown from a portal by another Loki! How crazy is that?" I scowled. 

"That Loki was a bitch. That sack smelled like gym socks." He giggled again. "I mean, I haven't even known you for 24 hours and we've kissed, I've seen you naked, and you've met my whole family!" He paused. "I take that back, you haven't met my Aunt May and her girlfriend yet. But still like, 95% of my family." I thought for a second.

 "Well, how about we do something normal for once?" He looked up at me with his big brown doe eyes. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean," I wrapped my arm around his waist, "Is that I haven't even taken you out on a formal date yet! What kind of gentleman am I?" He laughed and buried his face in my chest. "Loki, you don't have to-"

"I'm still going to! How about this, you go out with Michelle and Leeds-"

"Ned." He corrected.

"You, Michelle and Ned can have a day off to do whatever you had planned, while I plan a date for tonight. Sound good?"

He kissed my cheek. "Sounds good."

"Good. I was going to threaten to take my shirt off again."

"You can still do that if you want. I'm not arguing."