Spiderson

Pëtr Laufeyson P. 3

Loki POV

After sharing another brief hug with my boy, he led me to the living area where the rest of the team had already cozied up and found a movie to watch. The lights were dim but my son held my hand tightly and weaved over the bodies on the floor leading me to a corner where a web hammock was swinging lightly with the breeze from the vent nearby that was open with a figure who had his leg dangling. Pëtr climbed into his web with his father and laid his head gently on his chest barely paying attention to the movie, instead of listening to the heartbeat he had so long forgotten.

"Dad, why did you leave me alone for so long?" it was a small almost hard to hear whisper over the movie and the others, but Loki looked down at his boy before sighing.

"I originally left you in the hands of the Parkers with full intention to come back when the war was over, erasing your memory was to keep you from mourning me if I died. Then I heard about the accident at the Stark Expo and thought you had perished with them, had I known you survived and went with their relatives I would have come for you. During the attack on New York after your Aunt and Uncle died and you entered Stark's life I tried to get them to see I was under mind control and hoped that they would see I was safe for you but it seemed Stark could never see that."

"I understand, I am just glad that you are back, and now we can work together. But since Mr. Stark raised me and he likes that I call him Dad, can I call you PaPa?" Pëtr had the cutest look on his face resembling that of a puppy.

"Of course son I would not expect you to change your life to make me fit, let us enjoy the film and talk more of this in the morning, your eyes still droop when you get sleepy, just like when you were a boy. Sleep my boy I promise I will be here when you wake again." laying a gentle kiss on the boys head he uses his magic to summon his cape remembering how Pëtr used to love the way it smelled and how the weight reminded him of his father. Covering the two of them as Pëtr's eyes slip shut and he fell into a sleep blessed by memories of his childhood with his PaPa and Uncle Thor in the simmering palace of his family's.

This is the end of this oneshot, I lost ideas... but if you leave a suggestion or want to see this timeline again in the future in another way let me know.