When Peter came back from school, he wasn't expecting to see his Uncle Thor nor the god's brother. At all.

Thor was meant to come back in a weeks time, so Peter had no idea what was going on when the elevator doors opened up to reveal the wielder of Mjölnir.

"Uncle Thor!" teen basically squealed in excitement. It was a welcome surprise. Peter launched himself into the man's open arms with big, excited eyes, that missed everything else happening in the room.

"Little Spider," Thor greeted relatively calm, receiving the kid with open arms. The pair had bonded once Peter accidentally lifted the hammer, it proclaiming him worthy. After that, Thor just couldn't ignore the kid and took him to Asgard (Tony had gone mad looking for Peter. He still hasn't completely forgiven him.)

But after the enthusiastic hug, Peter noticed the room's atmosphere, which was tense and awkward. He looked around in hopes of finding the source of that, and was quick to achieve it. The gorgeous man in the room did call the attention a lot, after all.

"Peter," Tony said while grabbing him by the shoulder in an affectionate and protective manner. "This is Loki, Thor's brother."

Peter perked up. "Loki as in the guy who tried to take over the Earth some years ago?"

The black-haired god sighed. "Yes, that one. But, in my defense, I was being mind controlled."

There was a short silence in which everyone waited tensely for Peter's reaction, ready to protect him if it came to it. Peter just stared blankly.

And then his face broke into a little supportive smile, but it held no pity. "I'm sorry for that, Mr. Loki. I can show you around if you want; I think you'll like Earth now that you're you!"

Being for the first time at the receiving end of Peter's happiness and positivity came as a shock to Loki, but he didn't show it much. The god smiled a bit, more like a smirk than an actual smile, and hummed in appreciation. "That would be nice, little one."

Thor glared at his brother halfheartedly but a light laugh ended up escaping his lips. "You're only 1070 years old, Loki, don't boast."

Peter choked. "1070? 'Only' 1070?"

Loki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as Thor elaborated. "We age slower than you Midgardians. Loki's age is equivalent to approximately 17 or 18 human years." Peter nodded, soaking in the new information.

"Then I guess you'll like similar things to me so let's go!" Withour warning, catching the god off guard, Peter grabbed his wrist delicately and pulled lightly towards his room's general direction. It took a lot out of Peter to contain so much of his strength, almost all of it, but he didn't want to hurt Loki; he looked and acted so delicate that there was no chance Peter would treat him any other way.

Loki was startled by the teen's actions, but it amused him more than offended him, so he let the boy be. There was also the fact that Peter was taking (dragging) him away from a room of people that hated his guts, so going with someone who looked like an excited puppy didn't seem like a bad idea at all in comparison.

The Avengers then started shouting warnings to their baby spider, but Loki had long since put up a sound barrier so they wouldn't be bothered.

"Where are we going to?" Loki asked. He didn't like not knowing something.

Peter answered with a bright smile. "You'll have to wait and see, but relax; it's nothing bad and I think you'll like it. Just trust me."

And, sensing no lie from the boy, Loki did.

•××ו

"So, there's this queen called Julia Michaels, and Hayley Kiyoko (who's also lesbian jesus), and Harry Styles. He's a queen, too. No one can convince me otherwise."

They were sitting at opposite ends of Peter's bed, resting their backs against the wall as the teen educated the god in music.

"They are queens who sing?" Loki asked curiously. He was confused, very confused actually, but it was worth it if he learnt about Midgardian culture since it was very useful and, although he hated to admit it, interesting. He couldn't find it in himself to be bothered by the teen's confusing explanation; he learnt more from his manners, personality and behavior than he did from what he was saying.

"Well, they're not real queens in the sense that they don't rule a kingdom, but they very well could be with how amazing they are," Peter elaborated while moving his hands to explain, but Loki curiously noticed he was restraining himself from doing the entire movement. With interest, the god of mischief noticed, too, that the kid seemed reserved. Well, not reserved, considering he was sharing most things in his mind, but Loki could notice how he was holding back.

Thinking hard, Loki decided to put a plan in action to see if his hypothesis was true. He first decided to copy Peter's position and sit crosslegged in the bed, that contrasting his previous polite but not hostile nor cold posture. At this, the kid relaxed a little bit and sat ever so slightly closer to him. Loki smiled; the kid was just trying to make him feel comfortable and not disrespect his boundaries. It was a whole lot more considerate than anything any other Midgardian (and even many Asgardians) had done for him. Adorable.

Without realizing it, Loki stayed in that position.

Peter, on his side of the bed, kept on rambling about the best music artists he knew while their songs played in the background, but he made sure that it wasn't too much for Loki.

"Lauv and Alec Benjamin are also a massive yes, you have to hear them. And Sam Smith! They're amazing! And Troye Sivan... I think you'll like his music. Imagine Dragons and One Direction-" Peter was interrupted by a soft hand touching his arm and he was scared for a second that he had talked too much, but Loki's expression was calm when they met eyes.

"That song that just played is remarkable. Tell me about it," the god said. "Friday?" the AI hummed her acknowledgment. "Could you replay it, please?"

Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood started playing.

Peter stared at Loki.

"God, if you're real please let the stereotype apply," Peter said under his breath.

"What?" Loki asked in confusion. Oops, he had heard him.

Peter blushed. "Uh... this song is considered the bisexual anthem. Oh, bisexuality is the umbrella term for people who like more than one gender, by the way. So, most of the people obsessed with this song turn out to be bi."

Well, that was surely interesting, but there was something else Loki's mind highlighted for him, making him raise a brow.

"And why were you praying for it to apply to me?"

Peter blushed harder, but he looked like a confused puppy. "I don't know."

And, sensing no lie from the boy, Loki believed him.

•××ו

"Now, Loki, would you like to see the best clothing style on Earth?" Peter asked excitedly. The god looked at him and nodded slowly. He wasn't particularly interested in the subject; he prided himself for his fashion sense but wasn't interested in anyone else's. But Peter was Peter, and everything was interesting with him.

Peter put on some light baggy jeans with a light brown belt. He cuffed the jeans, putting on a plain white shirt afterwards and tucking it in. All that was accompanied by a pair of white Vans, giving it the last touch Peter felt it needed before he showed his simple yet amazing outfit to the god he was growing rapidly attached to.

"Ta-da!" Peter said, dragging out the last a.

Loki rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Now we'll go to the mall," Peter announced with a big grin in his face.

And, once again, Loki complied, following Peter around as he rambled about the shops they passed.

But then this other boy appeared.

"Penis Parker!" Flash mocked.

"Did someone say something? I'm sorry, I don't speak bullshit," Loki said, putting in practice what Peter had so eagerly taught him.

"Oh look, Penis, your boyfriend doesn't hear you!"

Loki calmly made knives materialize in both his hands. He was just about to stab Flash when he was interrupted.

Peter frowned. "No! Bad Loki!"

Loki frowned. "Bad Loki?"

Peter frowned harder. "Bad Loki!"

And Loki couldn't help feeling sad.

"Bad Loki," he whispered as he deflated.

The boy grabbed the god's hand this time, still with the same delicacy as the first time he had grabbed his wrist, but with a firmer grip.

"Bad Loki."

The god all but pouted as he was dragged away. "But why can I not stab him? He was rude to you!" he protested.

"Because you can't just stab mortals, it's unethical and illegal!"

"What about lightly impaling them?"

Peter stopped walking and turned around. "No." He turned back around and continued dragging the god elsewhere.

"Why is it such a big deal? I am a god, they cannot touch a hair in my head."

"Because," Peter started, "if you stab someone then my family will try to lock you up and we won't be able to hang out again." He pursed his lips. "I wouldn't like that."

And, not sensing a lie from the boy, Loki stopped complaining.

•××ו

"That was one peculiar vine," Loki commented.

This time, both of them were sitting directly beside each other in Peter's bed, the boy still only doing what the god felt comfortable with and no more. They were watching random videos in YouTube and vines compilation, even Loki laughing now that he understood Gen Z humor.

And then the Harry Potter train vine came and made Peter jump. He had been far too occupied staring at the man beside him to notice what was going on in the screen, and so he got startled when that one satanic vine came, making Peter hit his back against the wall behind him. Loki immediately turned to him, both of them now ignoring the screen as the god fussed over him.

"Are you alright?" Loki asked with a worried frown.

"Yeah," was all Peter said.

Loki's frown deepened. "I'm the god of lies for a reason, Peter."

The boy looked away in embarrassment, but Loki placed a delicate hand in his chin, making Peter take the clue and look back at him.

"I'm okay now. I was just caught off guard."

The god nodded, accepting the answer, but didn't make a move to return to their previous position. They were looking each other in the eye, but Peter's gaze strayed to the god's lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Loki asked quietly.

Peter stared at Loki with his big doe brown eyes, finally figuring out why he had wished Loki was into men, and why he kept staring. "Please."

"Are you sure, Peter?" Loki asked, his soft hand moving from his chin to his cheek and caressing it lightly.

"Yes, I want you to kiss me," Peter said with fondness lacing his words.

And, sensing no lie from the boy, Loki kissed him.