Peter was a little embarrassed to admit he spent three full days hiding out at Aunt May's being coddled in a way he hadn't been in years. She would make him breakfast, head off to work, then cook him dinner when she got home. They would spend the rest of the night talking until it was bed time. It was something he didn't even realized he missed until it was dangled in front of him again.
He would've headed back to the compound the next day but he got a text from Tony very early in the morning saying he was going away for a few days so he didn't need Peter's help in the lab. The text was very formal and short, and nothing like what Tony normally sent him. Peter decided he would take a few days to let Tony calm down before he tried apologizing. It was better to do it in person anyways, and it would give him time to compose his apology into the very best it could be.
Of course Loki didn't have a phone, or at least one that Peter knew about, so Peter didn't really have a way to get in contact with him. But since no one called or texted to say Thor had strung Loki's bloody, beaten body up, he figured everything was fine. It was just another apology he needed to make. But for now he was enjoying his 'me time'. Unfortunately it was only destined to last three days.
On the fourth day, Aunt May sat him down early to talk. She had steered clear of the topic before, giving him time to open up to her, or process it all, or whatever. However now she demanded an answer. He didn't want to tell her. Not only that, but he didn't think he really could tell her. Not without giving her a very premature stroke. So instead he told her a half truth. About how he and Tony got into a fight. How he said things he didn't really mean, but they were hurtful nonetheless, and how Tony was avoiding him now.
None of it was a lie. It just wasn't the whole truth. She gave him a small lecture about keeping a cool head because you cant take back things once you say them. Then she told him to apologize, because three days was too long for them not to talk. Other than that she didn't press the issue. But he did say goodbye before she left for work, saying he was headed back to the compound, promising to stop by again soon. The next few hours were spent wallowing in self pity, before he finally made his way back home, nervous at what awaited him.
The trip back wasn't nearly long enough. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, making him want to puke. Luckily he didn't, though he was a little more sweaty than he'd like to be. He took another quick shower before he headed to Loki's room. It gave him a little extra time to calm himself down. Peter must've stood outside the door for a full three minutes before he worked up the courage to knock on the door.
"Thor, I thought I told you to leave me alone." Loki said from the other side of the door. It whipped open, showing off a very annoyed, slightly ratty looking Loki. Once he saw Peter, his face softened. "Oh. You're back."
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Peter forcefully hugged Loki the same way he had done to Aunt May days before.
"Sorry for what, Darling? I'm just glad you came back to me." Loki told him, softly, guiding them away from the door, closing it behind them. Still wrapped tightly in Loki's arms, Peter felt most of his worry melt away. He had expected Loki to be mad for leaving without warning for almost four whole days.
After a few minutes, Loki pulled away to look Peter over, making sure he was ok. Peter tried to make the fake smile plastered to his face reach his eyes. Clearly Loki saw right through it. Butterflies filled his stomach again, in a good way, when Loki leaned in to give him a kiss. It was soft, slow, and sweet. The kind of kiss that made Peter's breath catch in his throat. It wasn't demanding, it wasn't rough. It was just perfect. Even once Loki pulled back, Peter's lips still tingled with pleasure. Obviously he knew how much he missed Loki in his few days away, he was just glad to see Loki felt the same way.
"I'll always come back to you." Peter was surprised at how steady his voice was. Normally offering his heart up on a plate would make him quiet and shaky. However now, he didn't feel vulnerable at all. "As long as you're always around for me to come back to."
"Peter, I will always be there for you." Loki said before placing another kiss to Peter's lips. His heart soared in his chest. He loved Loki, so much, there was no denying it. Now that Tony knew, they didn't have to hide the little thing they had going on. Of course, first he would need to talk to Tony about everything. Just thinking about it made him tense up again. Loki noticed and gestured to the bed. He followed Loki onto the bed, sitting between his spread legs, using Loki's body as a backrest. It was comforting to have long, slender arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry that it ended that way."
"I didn't mean it." Peter told him, enjoying the way Loki traced little circles along his arms. "I didn't mean any of it. I was just so mad. So upset. Did you see his face? He hates me. How do I fix it?"
"He doesn't hate you, Darling. He cares for you deeply. That's why he's so upset. I'm not the best for you to be around, you know. Stark is protective because you mean a lot to him." Deep down it was something Peter already knew. But it didn't hurt to hear it from someone else too. "You mean a lot to me, too. Though I suspect in a much different way."
It made Peter laugh before he realized what Loki was really trying to say. He meant a lot to Loki. Loki was practically telling him he felt the same way that Peter felt about him. With the way his head rested against Loki's shoulder, he barley needed to tilt his head to catch Loki's lips with his. It was quick, but a lot more heated than the previous two. "You mean a lot to me, too."
The only thing running through his mind while Loki ran his hands up and down every inch of skin within reach, was how beautiful those hands really were. Soft, smooth, delicate. Long fingers. No calluses. Everything about Loki was absolutely amazing, but there was something extra pleasing about watching Loki wrap one of his delicate hands around Peter's cock.
The hand was firm but gentle, stroking in all the right ways to make Peter squirm. It was almost over as quickly as it started, partly because Loki was just that good at jerking him off and partly because it had been a while since they had done anything together. Peter had to pry Loki's fingers off of him. "But, Darling, I wasn't finished."
"Yeah but I almost was." Peter said, enjoying the sigh that came from Loki's lips. He crawled out of Loki's lap and started to undress. "I want to feel you in me."
"I think I can manage to do that. But only if you ask nicely." Loki told him. It was nice to see him undress for once instead of just magicking the clothes off. The only thing more beautiful than Loki's hands was his naked body.
"Please. I need you in me. I want to feel you inside me. Please fuck me Loki." Peter was less embarrassed with begging this time. His cheeks flushed a little, but it was worth it to see the way Loki's eyes changed.
"I'm going to try something. It might feel strange at first. Do you trust me?" Loki asked, stroking Peter's cheek softly.
"Yes." The response was immediate. No matter what Loki was about to do, Peter was willing to try it. He knew he'd either enjoy it, or it would stop as soon as he asked. Once Peter was laying on his back, he seemed surprised that Loki didn't pull any lube out of thin air like he always did before. Loki barley waved his hand, but Peter nearly jumped off the bed. He felt himself being stretched opened and prepared to take in Loki all in seconds. "What was that?"
"Relax. Just a little magic. You aren't hurt are you?" Loki seemed concerned enough that he was ready to stop.
"No, no. I'm fine. Just scared me a little. It feels weird." And it did. It was one of the strangest feelings he had ever had. There was no pain, but it was still mildly uncomfortable.
When Loki lined himself up, all the bad thoughts slipped from Peter's mind. There was only Loki. Loki's thick cock buried deep inside him. Loki's lips and teeth along his neck. Loki's hand stroking Peter's throbbing length. Loki pounding into his sweet spot, over and over, making him moan loudly and arch his back.
"I love you." Again, words were slipping out of his mouth regardless of whether or not he wanted them too. At least this time he meant it. For a brief moment Loki stopped and Peter was afraid he ruined everything. But Loki just gave him a long, sloppy kiss before thrusting back into him hard. It was slow and deep this time, and while he thought it had been passionate before, it was nothing compared to what Loki was doing now.
"I love you, too." The words were so soft, Peter might've thought he imagined them, if they didn't make his entire ear tingle. He pulled Loki in for another kiss, making sure to nibble his lower lip. It was a secret little thing that he knew drove Loki wild, and sure enough it threw him off his rhythm.
For once Loki came first, but Peter followed quickly after. They stayed intertwined for a few minutes before Loki was pulling away, using his magic to clean the both of them. It was nice, even if it was a little bit freaky. Peter was pulled into a cuddle, which he intended to enjoy for as long as he could before he had to go have a dreaded conversation with Tony.
