How Can A Spider Help A God

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No, neither of them could uphold the night. Peter was out within minutes of their last conversation. Loki waited for the webs to dissolve to make his grand escape but in that time he to fell into a deep slumber.

Falling. Loki fell as he heard his brother cry out for him. Reaching for Loki with all his might but unable to stretch enough for him.

Loki wondered if he made the right decision. Suddenly feeling a sense of regret. He didn't truly wish to die. He just wanted his father's approval.

There was no way he could fix this. Apologizing was out of the question. He almost killed his father (to save him later..to get his approval) and almost killed his brother, he knew that the second Thor funds out Loki's a frost giant he would kill him.

It is all that their father talked about when they were little. Scaring them to sleep with those horrific story's all while knowing Loki was one of them. For what? Loki thought as he fell farther into space. No longer able to see his brother and father.

He closes his eyes, tears trailing down his cheeks. Preparing for his suicide, his death.

•••

     Loki awoke to something crawling on his arm. He jumped awake and mentally screamed as his neck moved in a way he was certain it wasn't supposed to. He watched the disgusting brown creature crawl away into the equipment. He shivered in disgust.  Loki then thought about his dream and cringed at the memory, how it has shifted into a dream. He wanted to think more about it but realized he was no longer webbed.

Loki immediately wanted to run away but he had never felt so tired before, not counting the times he was tortured by Thanos of course but he was exhausted. The stress of dying, coming to life and now being healed by some kid Stark brought in-against his will, can't forget that. Which brings him back to his next step.

     'Kill him.'

     He thought, but he didn't have his real daggers with him, they must have been left back on the ship. Where he last saw his brother.

     He could just leave, take the image of someone else and be on his way. But he didn't want this kid to go talking, or to find him and get him this time turning him into the avengers, or possibly even killing Loki.

     He would try to kill him, but last he did that the kid awoke and it wasn't pretty. Besides his neck wasn't getting any better if anything it seemed to be worse, probably from all the rough moving he'd been doing.

     There was suddenly a loud ringing and both beings flinched at the sound. The now awake hero cringed as he held his neck. Sleeping on the floor mustn't have been the most comfortable.

     The young hero spoke tiredly. "Hay Mister Stark.....yah I'm fine.....oh.......I-I'm with Ned.......yah s-sorry maybe next week?.......okay........N-No I Am! He uh- he will!"

     "KAREN QUICK CALL NED!"

     "NED I NEED YOUR HELP.......ITS MISTER STARK HES GOING TO CALL YOU-.......DON'T ANSWER RIGHT NOW WAIT! JUST TELL HIM I'M WITH YOU AND STAYED THE NIGHT-AND- AND THAT ILL STAY FOR THE REST OF THE DAY I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING LATER OKAY?!......thank you."

     "Karen call May.......Hay aunt May....I know I'm sorry but don't worry I'm fine I just stayed the night at Ned's place," he glanced at Loki.

      "I'm p-planing- I'm planning to stay for the rest of the day would that be okay with you......I know.......I know.......I'm s-sorry.....okay thank you.....I love you too....bye."