Secrets ↠ Peter Parker

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(Y/N POV)

To love each other.

"Honestly," I mumbled, "I still can't like pickles."

Peter had just finished his epic vlogging journey, and now was laying beside me. The sky looked grey enough to be filled with rain, but I didn't want to move from my spot.

"One day you will," he said, pecking my cheek, "or I'll force you."

"They taste bad," I explained, "the taste buds in my mouth just don't agree with them!"

"You're a strange woman, Y/N. I've never met someone who hated pickles with a burning passion like you do."

"Because I'm unique."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"I never said there was," I remarked, "what are you implying?"

"Nothing," he said, holding up his hands, "I didn't mean it in that way."

I curled my lips inside of my mouth and pressed down on them. I'd like to think of it as an awkward smile, but it seemed too amourous for how I was really feeling.

"Y/N!" I heard a high pitched voice call out, "wassup!"

A skinny figure was heading our way, frantically waving thier arms around in greeting. I squinted my eyes suspiciously, and sank back onto my elbow when I realized who it was.

"Who is that?" Peter asked, scratching the back of his head.

"You don't want to know," I mumbled.

A tall girl came prancing around us, her red hair tied neatly into a high ponytail. She was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt, which I obviously owned.

"Why is she wearing the shirt I gave you?" Peter questioned, a confused expression painted over his face.

It was true. When Loki took the clothes out of my suitcase, he failed to realize what was printed on the front. I LOVE PETER PARKER was plastered in huge red letters, an anniversary gift that I was too scared to wear. I only brought it along to make Peter feel better, but I'm sure he knows how ridiculous of a present it was.

"Omg," the girl said, sticking a finger at the boy next to me, "is that your boyfriend?"

"Loki, you don't have to do this," I laughed, "he didn't cheat."

"Are you sure? He's a sneaky one."

"Excuse me?" Peter said, sitting up straight, "you don't know me!"

"I do," the man said, reverting back to his original state, "you aren't very clever in my world."

"You came from the past, Loki."

"Exactly my point."

I covered my mouth with my palm, gasping dramatically. I knew Loki meant it as a harmless insult, but the look on Peter's face was too good to go unappreciated. I clicked open the video camera to capture all of it, ideas racing through my head.

"I do like these jeans," The god commented, looking down at his legs, "where did you get them?"

"Old Navy," I winked, "they were on sale."

"Take me at once. I'd say they are almost of asgardian quality."

"They make your butt look great," I said purposefully, pretending not to notice Peter's horrified expression.

"My butt always looks great. These pants simply compliment them."

"Yes! I'm living for your self confidence," I applauded, standing up to join the man, "were can I get some of that?"

"Sometimes you have to take time for yourself. I faked my death to get some alone time, and it did wonders for my self-esteem."

I nodded, and stalked off towards the city, Loki following behind. Peter scrambled to get up, and tripped over his own feet trying to catch up; it reminded me of the day he fell down the stairs.

"Okay," He said, panting, "where are you going?"

"I'm going to see if there's an Old Navy here," I said, not looking in the boy's direction.

"In Wakanda?!"

"They had a gift shop. In a palace."

"For tourists!"

"Well, a tourist may want a pair of jeans, did you think of that?"

"No."

"Well they probably did, so I'm going to find this store."

Peter furrowed his brow and sighed, crossing his arms like a child. I was tempted to further my annoyance with him, but I felt bad enough already. What was the point of making it worse out of spite?

"Why are you being so stubborn?" the boy said after a while.

"Because you're obviously hiding something!"

"It's not important!" he said, exhaling angrily, "whatever, I'm going back to the room."

I watched as he stalked off in the opposite direction.

"Do you think I was being to harsh?" I asked, turning to loki.

"No," the man said, "he was lying to you."

"About his secret being important? How would you know?"

Loki rolled his eyes, and turned into the portrayal of my father. We still couldn't let people know what he was really doing here.

"I'm the god of mischief," he stated, "I practically invented lies."

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I WAS GOING TO BUY TICKETS TO MEET TOM HOLLAND, BUT WHEN I GOT HOME THEY WERE SOLD OUT.