Spiderson

Pëtr Laufeyson?

Loki

Stark has been trying to keep the young Peter from meeting me but what he doesnt know is that he is actually keeping me from meeting my son. Peter was sent to live with the Parkers after his 3rd birthday, there was a war going on and I could not risk the safety of the most precious thing in my life. I am finally free of the mind control that caused me to attack New York, and still trying to gain the trust of the humans and mainly Stark so I can see how much my little prince as grown.

DAD!! I DID IT! I GOT A 110 ON MY HISTORY TEST! A blur of blue and brown flew into the room hitting the wall and table on his way to find Stark. It hurts to know that my little prince calls that man his father, though it might be because I erased his memories of all things related to me to keep him from looking for me.

Wow good job kiddo, I told you if you just pretended it was like working on the suits coding your could get it. How about we celebrate by watching Disney movies and having a pizza night with the family?

Only if we can wear our onesies? there is a silence that follows and I know Stark agrees when Peter comes flying into the living room moments later and leaping onto the other end of the couch just missing my legs, wearing a onesie that resembles my armor.

Oops, sorry, he looks over only to see me and now he has a look of not fear but admiration and excitement in his eyes, OMG ITS LOKI!

Soon after the rest of the avengers come sprinting into the room in onesies with their weapons ready to attack, each screaming at me to leave the kid alone or not to touch Peter. Slowly I set my book on my lap and raise my hands to show I mean no harm, but what surprises me and almost everyone in the room is my sons reaction.

Mr. Loki, sir, can you sign my onesie? I look at Stark in fear that if I move I would be blasted, he looks at my son before handing me a gold sharpie from the coffee table muttering that I better watch how I treat the Kid.

After signing the onesie I look around to see everyone is still ready to attack me, so I slowly rise to my feet with a heavy sigh and look at the ground as I slowly retreated back to my chambers. Suddenly there is arms wrapped around my center and a face in my side, looking down I carefully wrap my son into a warm hug kissing the top of his head before muttering into his hair, Ek missed þú minn smár konungsson (I missed you my little prince)

Brother what do you mean Pëtr is dead we lost him in the invasion? Thor steps forward lowering his hammer.

Nevermind, brother I will be in my chambers, leaving my son with a sad look in my eyes and a confused look in his I lock myself away in my quarters to read alone just like they want me to.

About 30 minutes later there is a knock at my door and a small voice, Dad, I remember now ... we can talk about this later but did you want to join us for pizza night? I want to share my web hammock with you maybe we can catch up too.

Part 2?