"I've got a new internship for you kid." Tony announced nonchalantly to Peter as they walked side by side in Central Park.

"Really, Mr. Stark?" Peter replied enthusiastically, "Where is it? Do I get to learn cool fighting from Cap? That would be awesome." Peter looked expectantly to Tony's face. The man was half smiling, half grimacing.

"I was thinking of somewhere a bit farther away." He looked cryptically back at Peter, pushing his sunglasses up onto his nose.

"What does Aunt May think about this?" Peter's voice was unsure and hesitant. "Also, I don't want to miss too much school."

"Don't worry, kid. I got this all figured out."

"Okay, then where is it."

"What do you think about spending some time on Asgard with Thor?"

Peter's eyes instantly lit up, his posture straightened, and he donned the largest grin known to man. "That sounds amazing, Mr. Stark!" He exclaimed, bouncing on his toes. "Thank you so much!"

"Yeah, yeah." Tony sighed, patting the boy's head. "Thor's gonna pick you up tomorrow via the bifrost. It'll look pretty cool."

"Do I need to pack any clothes?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll love Asgardian fashion."

Tony dropped the excited Peter off at the door of his apartment. Waving a quick goodbye, he sauntered back to the park, deciding to spend a little more time in nature. Unfortunately, Pepper wasn't at home, meaning that Tony would be alone. At the moment, he didn't want to be alone. He was feeling strangely happy and extremely sociable. Almost happy enough to engage in conversation with Cap. Chuckling at himself, he shook his head at the idea. He was going to miss Peter while he was away on Asgard.

A blindingly bright ray of rainbow light touched down on the lawn behind Avenger tower. As the light receded, the tall, buff form of Thor began to manifest. Peter's excitement grew exponentially as he saw Thor's smiling face; next to the god of thunder was a slightly shorter, significantly lankier man with a seemingly permanent smirk on his face.

"Man of spiders!" Thor announced, his voice booming. "My brother and I are going to escort you to Asgard where you will study our wonderful civilization!"

Peter looked at the other man and nodded in understanding. "So you're Loki!" He concluded. "I've heard about you."

"Oh, so I'm assuming you find me evil?" Loki smirked again.

"No, not at all!" Peter chuckled. "I just think you're misunderstood."

Loki turned his head abruptly towards Thor looking confusedly at him. Thor merely smiled back and beckoned for Peter to join him on the bifrost landing site. Peter pranced into the circle excitedly, glancing eagerly at the sky. Moments later, the blinding ray of light returned, enveloping them in a bright rainbow.

Peter stumbled out of the light and tripped onto the feet of the gatekeeper.

"Thor, you brought back another mortal." Heimdall sighed. "I hope you don't plan on marrying this one."

"As the Midgardians would say, 'oh hell no'!" Thor shook his head comically. "The man of iron sent him here for an internship."

"Yeah," Peter started, "about the internship. What exactly am I going to be doing?"

Thor smiled at the boy and pat him (rather forcefully) on the back. "Well learning about Asgardian culture of course! You will also be observing Asgard's new system of two kings."

"What?" Peter looked at Thor quizzically. "I thought you were the only king. Who's the other?"

"Me." Loki stated, crossing his arms and standing up straighter.

"Oh! That's awesome. Love your horns by the way. Can I touch 'em?"

Loki looked taken aback. Someone loved his horns? Someone, other than Thor, loved something about him? "I-I suppose." He replied apprehensively, lifting the horned helmet off his head and offering it to the Midgardian.

Peter's eyes lit up as he held the gilded helmet. "Is it like 24 carat gold?" He inquired, poking the sharp tip of the horns. Noticing Loki's confused expression, he corrected himself. "Oh, maybe you don't have that here. Anyway, these are sharp. Can you use them to, I dunno, stab people?"

"Oh don't get him started!" Thor interrupted. "We don't need any stabbing today. Why don't we go to where you'll be staying."

"Am I staying at a hotel? Like the one I stayed at during the academic decathlon?"

"No, no, you'll be staying in a guest room at the palace. Don't worry there are many people who live in the palace. Not just Loki and I."

"Who else then?"

"Some close friends my brother and I have made. The amazing warrior, Valkyrie, the man made of rocks, Korg, don't worry he's really not intimidating at all, and his friend Meik. You'll probably see Lady Sif wandering in and out, but she prefers to stay in her own residence."

Peter gawked at the sheer grandeur of the palace. It took up the equivalent of two city blocks and was completely covered in gold; sunlight reflected off of it, casting rainbow shadows by the grand entryway. "What do you do with all this house?" Peter asked incredulously. "I mean, it's giant!"

"Ah, you get used to it." Thor assured the man of spiders. "Let's go in now, shall we."

The interior of the palace was even more majestic than the exterior. A velvet carpet lined the front hallway and golden candle-holders lined the walls. Thor led Peter through the expansive hallways and to a set of wide stairs.

"Your room is the first to the left." Thor instructed. "Loki and I are on the next floor, but if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to consult Valkyrie. Her bedroom is adjacent to yours."

"Thanks Mr…" Peter hesitated. "Uh, what should I call you?"

"Thor's fine, boy!" Thor laughed heartily, his booming voice echoing in the large room. "Now get settled. I'll tell you when dinner's ready."

"Okay Thor!" Peter jogged up the stairs and quickly located his room. Pushing the heavy door open, he gasped at the lavishly decorated bedroom. How was this a guest room? It was practically the size of his apartment in New York! On the far left side of the room was a four-poster bed with a wine-red velvet curtain surrounding it. Across the room was a vanity and dresser that took up the entirety of the wall. The entire room glinted a yellow and gold, illuminating every piece of furniture and even Peter's face. Boy, this put Avenger Tower to shame! Sure that was luxurious, but this-this was a piece of art. Peter spotted a door on the left wall and opened it. Inside was a sprawling bathroom, complete with a tub the size of a small swimming pool and marble tiles. He sighed in relief when he noticed that Thor had not forgotten to supply a toothbrush, soap, and shampoo. He doubted there were any Walgreens on Asgard.

After jumping on the bed, gazing out the window, pretending to eat grapes on the couch, and scaling the walls and the vaulted ceiling, someone knocked on the door. Abruptly, Peter jumped down from his spot on the rafters and opened the door. Standing in front of him was a short, but muscular woman, nursing a colorful cocktail.

"You're Peter, eh?" She commented, her words slightly slurred. "Dinner's ready."

"Oh! You must be Valkyrie!" Peter reached for her hand to shake, but the woman seemed to drunk to notice. "Um, thanks for telling me."

Valkyrie's eyes snapped back into focus. "Oh yeah. No problem kid."

Swaying slightly, the woman made her way down the stairs, supporting herself on the banister from time to time. Peter didn't doubt that she was strong, but she was obviously drunk.

Peter stepped into the dining room, surprised again at the sheer vastness. The table was wide enough to fit two people at the head, Thor and Loki sitting next to each other.

"Ah! Peter!" Thor greeted. "Take a seat, anywhere! Food will be served soon."

Peter sat down next to Loki, smiling at the god. A few seconds later, a large… man? Well, pile of rocks sat down next to him.

"Hey." The rock-man greeted. "My name's Korg. I'm Thor's friend. As you can see, I'm made of rocks, but don't let that intimidate you, unless you're made of scissors. Do you have rock-paper-scissors where you come from? Anyway. This is my best friend Miek. He's really cool. Nice to meetcha. What's your name?"

"I'm Peter!" Peter introduced himself to Korg. "And yeah. There's rock-paper-scissors where I come from."

Thor glanced over to Valkyrie and sighed. "I thought you said you were cutting down on drinking." He commented, noticing her flushed cheeks and unfocused expression.

"Yeah? Well you said that you weren't annoying. Not all of us tell the truth." Valkyrie retorted, crossing her arms.

"When did I say that I wasn't annoying?" Thor realized what he was implying and quickly began to correct himself. "Not to say that I am annoying-"

"Oh we all know you are, brother." Loki interrupted, preparing a witty insult.

"Shut up, God of Bullshit." Valkyrie chucked her now-empty cocktail glass at Loki's head, which the god barely dodged.

"God of what?!" Loki looked aghast. "I am your king!"

"Ah whatever your majesty." Valkyrie mocked, "I'm starving, what's for dinner Thor?"

"I have no clue!" He shrugged. "It'll be good, of course. No need to worry Peter!"

"I'm not worried, Mr. Thor!" Peter shook his head emphatically.

As if on cue, a man exited the kitchen, holding several large platters. "Dinner is served."

"Good, 'cause I'm starving!" Valkyrie exclaimed, gazing yearningly at the platters. As soon as they were set down on the table, she helped herself to a large helping and immediately dug in.

Thor ate enough food to fill a large elephant, while Loki ate more human portions. The latter seemed to have quite the sweet tooth, and consumed more desert than expected of someone as thin as him. Peter was sure that this was going to be quite the internship.