Complicated
NOTES:
Hi everyone,
Just a head-up, uhm, this chapter will contain a lot of fluff, a lot of love and also some smut.. so yeah, I don't really know if I should give this chapter a special rating or something, but, I mean, I think it's rather mild but your experience may differ...
So yeah! Just to make sure everyone's warned... Please don't send hate mail or come to my house in angry mobs with torches and pitchforks XD
Thank you very much!
'Are you okay?' Peter asked for the tenth time in about twenty minutes as the two were now quietly strolling along the shoreline.
'I am fine now, really.' Loki smiled gently and put up his disguise again. Warm porcelain skin replacing the freezing blue, deep emeralds covering the bright rubies.
'Okay, but, just so you know, we can go back to camp any time you want to, and if you feel uncomfortable or, well, you know- just tell me, okay? Also let me know when you're tired, 'cause I could carry you, and-'
'Peter, again, I am fine now. Just like the last twelve times you have asked me this.' The god smiled, his hand now carefully searching for the teen's, letting their fingers intertwine. 'I have you to worry over me, right? And Thor. Even Winter and Quill,' he chuckled softly, trying to lift some of the tension that still lingered in the air. 'I am not alone anymore.'
'Right,' Peter nodded, uttering a sigh in relief. It was only then that he noticed the chilly night air that was cooling down his body. He wrapped his arms around his torso, his towel now cold and damp. 'So, uhm, could you perhaps conjure up a blanket or something? I'm kinda freezing.'
'I might have a better idea.' Loki pressed his warm lips against those of the teen. 'Wait here,' he then walked into the forest with a quick pace, disappearing through the large trees.
'Hey, where you're going?' Peter shouted after him, pulling his towel tighter around his shoulders as he started to shiver more violently. 'Lokes! Didn't we agree not to run away from each other anymore?'
'I am not running away, you dunce,' Loki scoffed as he came back with some firewood, dropping at the teen's feet. 'Take a step back.' He waited for Peter to do as he said, softly mumbling a spell, causing a huge flame to ignite from the logs. 'My apologies!' the raven quickly waved a hand, causing the flame to soften and stabilize. 'As I said before, controlling the elements is quite hard. Are you alright?'
'Well, at least I'm warm,' Peter chuckled as he casually moved a finger over his eyebrows to feel if they were still there, smiling as he then sat down in the sand by the fire. 'Oh, this is a lot better.'
'I am happy to hear so,' Loki sat down next to him, his head resting on the teen's shoulder. He took a deep breath as he looked into the dancing flames, 'Peter, I am truly sorry I kept all of this a secret from you. It is just... I thought you had no need to know and I was so petrified at the thought of losing you if you were to see my true form that I...'
'I get it,' Peter nodded. 'I'm sorry for being such a nosy brat. If I had known it was this serious, I'd…' he then shook his head. 'Well, it's just in my nature, I guess.'
'A wicked god of lies and a nosy man of spiders' Loki chuckled. 'We, my love, make a very odd couple.' He then looked up at Peter, suddenly remembering the teen's earlier rambling. '... Did Winter truly call you a selfish brat?'
'He may or may not have used those exact words,' Peter chuckled. 'Yeah, he gave me a good wake-up call, but I'm on his good side now, I think, I hope.'
Loki smiled as he laid his weary head to rest against Peter's shoulder again, his fingers intertwining with those of the teen. He stared at the warm flames and spoke softly, 'I truly love you, Peter.'
'Love you too, Lokes.' Peter pressed a smiling kiss on the raven's wet hair and sighed. 'Why do we always have to make these moments so complicated?'
'I wear a complicated uniform, I am a complicated god,' Loki shrugged, a smirk following. 'Our relationship is bound to be complicated.'
'And all I wanted was just to go for a swim and make out on the beach,' Peter chuckled, suddenly turning crimson as he realized that he said this out loud. 'Yeah, well, I'm fine with this, you know, I just...'
Loki stared at Peter for a second, a wide smile forming on his face as he pressed his lips against the teen's. 'Who said we cannot do so anymore?'
'Yeah, but,' Peter started as their earlier clash flashed before his eyes. His stomach turned again at the thought of Loki's cries, but as he felt the tips of the trickster's gentle fingers caress his cheek, he looked up, the warm touch distracting him from these cold memories.
Loki gently pulled Peter closer against his body, his hands now working from the small of his back to his shoulder blades and his neck. The god's fingers were glowing soft green, using his Seiðr to submerse the teen's skin, leaving a trail of warmth that reached deep into his muscle tissue.
Peter moaned softly as the prince placed a kiss in his neck. He looked at the raven for a moment before smiling broadly. 'Alright, then, I guess we could.'
'Terrific,' Loki smirked, his lips in the nape of Peter's neck, gently moving down to his collar bone. 'Is... is the Seiðr to your liking? If it makes you feel uncomfortable, just say so, I will stop.'
'Lokes, if I didn't like it, I'd tell you,' Peter said with a chuckle, his chest shivering as the fingers touched a sensitive spot in his neck.
Loki suddenly stopped his movements, sitting up straight again and staring at his fingers as he let go of the teen.
'Whoa-!' Peter yelped in surprise, his back hitting the sand as he was no longer supported by the trickster's arms. 'W-what's wrong?'
'Peter, I just realized...' the trickster nervously fiddled with the tip of his fingers. 'The last time we were, well, close, it was with Meya, on that rooftop, and I-I just wondered if, if you really want to continue this, knowing that I am not a girl right now and,' he rambled nervously but then looked up, a smile forming on his face before the teen could even reply. 'Though I guess I could easily solve that problem.' With a quick snap of his fingers, he turned himself into the girl the teen had not seen for weeks, long raven hair falling over slender shoulders, the divine body curving flawlessly.
Peter breathlessly stared at her for a moment, but then burst out in laughter, covering his face in his hands without bothering to get up. 'How many times do I have to kiss you to make you realize that I like you, Lokes?' he chuckled. 'Sure, I like Meya, but I'm interested in the guy underneath, okay?' As he now looked at the girl's face that hovered over his, Peter smiled. 'Whatever you want, Lokes, whatever makes you happy. Seems like I'm bi, 'cause I'm fine with both.'
After blinking her eyes a couple of times, Meya just smiled and straddled his lap, her hands digging into the sand next to Peter's head as she pressed her soft lips against those of the teen. She slowly trailed his cheek, leaving kisses along the way until she reached his ear, whispering in a sultry voice. 'I guess that does make things easier.'
Peter let out a shivering breath, feeling the goddess' nails trail over his bared chest. He placed his hands on her waist, slowly following the curves of her body to her hips. He then froze for a second as their eyes met. 'I love you no matter what or who you are,' he breathed as his hand amiably moved through thick raven hair.
Meya remained silent for a moment, feeling like a heavy weight which she had been carrying for so long finally fell off her shoulders. 'Thank you,' she whispered softly, 'for loving me.' She then smiled brightly, suddenly pressing her lips against those of the teen again in a fervent kiss. She moved her hips slightly, pressing her body against Peter as close as she could.
Peter could not tell where to look or how to hold on to the girl as he felt the goddess' body all over him. He then wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, but quickly let go again as he heard a sigh. 'What? Something wrong?' he asked worriedly. 'I'm not hurting you, am I?'
'No! On the contrary,' the girl smiled as she fell a blush forming on her cheeks. 'It is just,' she then looked down at her chest. 'How am I supposed to get close to you with these barriers?' she asked in all seriousness as she gestured at her breasts.
'Uh,' was the only thing Peter could utter at first as he stared at the objects in question, but then he burst out in laughter. 'I, I don't know, Meya.'
As the goddess now realized why the teen was laughing, a bright red color formed on her face, leaving her to smile in embarrassment. 'Yeah, okay,' she chuckled and closed her eyes, Seiðr running over the body again as it transformed its wielder back into his original form. 'There. Being a girl is... distracting.'
'Yeah, it is distracting,' Peter smiled, noticing the shapeshifting body under his fingers. 'I guess there's something to say for both, huh?'
'So it seems,' Loki shrugged, pushing the teen back into the sand. He leaned forward as he was still straddling his lap, pressing kisses on his jawline, hands slowly moving up his chest.
'Okay, help me out here, why haven't we done this before?' Peter asked breathlessly, reveling in the kisses and touch of his boyfriend, his arms wrapped around the trickster's neck as he pulled him closer.
'Because we had to be fools and constantly turn away from each other,' Loki whispered, his voice vibrating against the teen's skin.
'Oh, right,' Peter replied with a sigh, a moan leaving his lips as the god's low voice echoed against his skin. 'Yeah, that's us, I guess.'
'Peter?'
'Hm?'
'You talk too much,' Loki breathed against the skin of his chest, pressing fervent kisses down lower and lower.
Peter bit down on his bottom lip, taking in a sharp breath as he arched his back. 'I know, but I was waiting for you to shut me up,' he managed a teasing smile as his hands trailed through the raven hair, finding his wish fulfilled as the prince's lips avidly covered his own again.
'So, do you think Anthony would allow us to share a room once we get back?' Loki asked in a teasing whisper, a soft moan following as he felt Peter's nails trailed over his back.
'Do we even care?' Peter breathed mischievously, but he immediately stopped after that, feeling like the playboy could walk in on them any minute. 'Yeah, we do, or at least I do, but I think he will be okay with it. In time. Someday. We'll see.'
'And if not, well, I would be just fine with that too.' Loki eagerly pressed his lips against those of Peter again, earning himself a loud moan coming from the teen as he bucked his hips. 'I'll just find something to blackmail him with, force him to accept it.'
'I bet you would,' Peter managed to keep his lips parted from Loki just long enough to take a hot gasp. He smirked deviously as he kissed his boyfriend again, suddenly switching places as the trickster now lay on his back in the sand and Peter sat up, smirking as he saw Loki's surprised expression. He held on to raven's wrists and pushed them in the sand, keeping the god in place as he leaned over him. 'What, you didn't see that coming?'
'The trickster getting tricked,' Loki smirked, his heart beating loudly, blood rushing through his body as he felt Peter's hands clasped around his wrists. 'And here I was, thinking you were just the gullible neighborhood Spider-Man.' He leaned forward as far as his pinned-down body allowed him to, pressing feverish kisses along Peter's neck and chest.
'Nah, it's a part-time job,' Peter breathed, feeling his sanity slipping away as he greedily pressed his body against Loki's.
The raven moaned obscenely. He wanted to cover his mouth, to muffle the lewd noises that managed to slip past his throat, but Peter would not let him, holding on to his wrists more firmly. The trickster squirmed in delight, the sensation of cold sand against his hot body leaving him to take a shivering breath. He tried to raise his hips to move with his boyfriend's rhythm, throwing his head back as he felt the teen's panting breath warm against his ear.
Peter's eyes suddenly widened, and he froze. He let go of the trickster's wrists and sat up straight again, scanning their surroundings. 'Did you hear something?'
'…What...?' Loki panted heavily, taken aback by the sudden stopping of the teen's movements. 'N-no, I did not hear a thing.' He quickly wrapped his arms around the teen's neck, desperately wanting to kiss him again. 'Let's just continue, please.'
'I really thought...' Peter pricked up his ears as he now clearly heard a shout coming from the camp. 'That's Tony!' He looked up in shock, 'Maybe he's in trouble!'
'He is fine,' Loki tried to assure him, placing kisses anywhere he could as his hands worked their way over the teen's chest, slowly moving to the brim of his swimming trunks. 'And even if he is not, there are over fifteen super heroes back there, I am certain we can be missed.'
'What?! No, Lokes, come on! We've gotta hurry!' Peter jumped back on his feet and started to run towards the camp.
Loki coughed loudly, spitting out some sand that the teen had kindly shoved into his face by dashing off. 'I swear Anthony, you better be dying, or I will make sure you are by my own hands...' he grumbled darkly as he stood up, quickly joining Peter's side again.
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