Lokison

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This is a quick paragraph one-shot of genderfluid Loki for pride month, before the chapter

Peter's POV

Ughhh... I'm so tired. I crawl into the kitchen at 3 am, looking for a snack... namely Tony's last cookie. I sneak the cookie into my pocket and I'm about to go back to bed... before I hear sobbing. I decide to investigate. My super hearing leads me upstairs, to the couch. A woman... But not just any woman. Loki. "Uh, dad?" I ask, he whips around and almost slits my throat. "Oh" he/she says. She pulls me onto her lap, and I lay my head on her shoulder. "You're... Genderfluid?" I ask her. "Yep. But I am a little worried. Are you okay with having a mom and a dad that are the same person" I smile. "It's all I've ever wanted" I tell him. He exhales. "Well, Thor knows, and some of the asgardians, but not the avengers. I've been holding my male form for... A while now. Ever since I found out I was your dad, and so... I was so afraid you would reject me, like the asgardians did" I sigh. "Mom/dad, there's a word for those type of people, and we call the transphobes. I think" He sighs. "Thanks, Pete" He whispers, and then pauses for a second. "Are there anymore of those cookies?" 

Thank you. Now, onto the chapter

Peter's POV

I come to school with Wanda ONLY today, and she no longer wears her disguise because Loki doesn't want to come anymore. It's slightly disappointing, because I liked being able to talk to my dad during class, and have the chance to play pranks on him. Wanda starts to chew her nails, so I wrap my arm around her shoulder tightly "Hey," I say, softly "It'll be ok, little witch! Everyone will want to be your friend!" she sighs. "I know... but I'm just worried. Loki won't be here anymore to.. Get rid of him" "Hey!" I complain, as I weave green light through my fingers "I can do that too!" She giggles a little. "Yeah, but you're not as advanced as him; it took me years to master my powers, and even I still lose control sometimes" I scoff "It'll be fine, Wanda, just keep your head up" She hugs me "I'm grateful for my little brother" "Hey!"

She lowers her hood and cap, to move with me to our lockers. She groans. "I'll take care of the teachers" I offer, and she blinks at me. "I keep forgetting you can read minds" I smirk "Better keep your thoughts to yourself, huh!" She smiles at me teasingly "As if you could get in, only Loki can get into me that quickly" I look at her peculiarly, and wait for what she said to settle in. And when it does, she blushes furiously. "PETER!" "What?" I ask "You said it" She rolls her eyes, and then says quietly "Sometimes you remind me too much of Pietro" he squeezes my hand. "Well, I'm not. I could never replace him" she smiles, and we walk into chemistry. "So... Asgard, huh?" she asks. "I guess so." I say, taking my seat next to MJ "Dad wants to show me where he grew up. Thor is coming" She nods. "I don't want to come to school by myself" She says, quietly. "Hey, it's okay, you'll have MJ" MJ waves. "You're going to Asgard, Peter?" She asks, trying to hide her intrigue. "Yeah. Do you mind looking after Wanda while I'm gone?" MJ smiles. "Of course not, Wanda and I can discuss pranks to play on you" Wanda huffs. "You say it like I'm a child"

"Well, technically, you are" "So are you!" The sub teacher starts to call roll. "Jones, Michelle" MJ half-heartedly raises her hand with a "here" "Parker, Peter" I do the same. She continues to drawl on names, before stopping dead in her tracks and gaping. "Maximoff, Wanda" Wanda raises her hand "I'm here, miss" The teacher lowers her glasses. "Please take off your hood, and cap, miss" Wanda does, and the class stares "I'm sorry, we don't do cosplay here..." The teacher starts, but falters as I wave my hand under the table. "I mean, I'm sorry Miss Maximoff, but aren't you a little old for school?" Wanda gives me a small, grateful smile. "Actually, Miss, I'm only a few weeks older than Peter" She nods, quickly, and continues on with the lesson, her back a little straighter and her chin a little higher. When we finally leave, a bunch of people flock to Wanda, mostly girls.