Author's Note: I'm trash at French despite being forced to learn it in school for the past 10 years so I apologize for any mistakes in the few French phrases I slip in. Also, I know entirely too much about food and fashion so whoops?

Loki and Peter are slightly OOC but it's my first time writing not only both of them, but also for writing the MCU.

Last thing: This fic was originally created and published for a Reddit prompt, and I started it very late, and wrote it in an entire day while being sleep deprived so I'm very sorry if it seems rushed.

Peter rolled onto his side, groaning into his pillow, ignoring the knocks on his window. It was too late for this. After a minute, the sound stopped and Peter sighed in relief before groaning again as a green light briefly lit up his room.

"Spider-thing, boy, whatever your name is, get up," demanded Loki.

Peter looked up at the god blearily. "Spider-Man," he corrected. The teen stretched out his arms, yawning as he figured any attempts at trying to sleep again were futile. "Mr. Loki, what are you doing here?"

Loki walked to Peter's closet, pulled the doors open, and began sifting through his things. "I'm here to steal you."

"S-steal me?" Peter sat up fully, wide awake now.

"Yes, isn't that what you mortals say when you take someone somewhere?"

"No..."

Loki scowled lightly, still rifling through Peter's things. "Ah, no matter. I'm taking you to Paris." he stuck his head in a box before pulling himself out, spinning to face Peter. "Do you have a travelling bag?"

"It's under my bed."

"Start packing."

"I can't just leave!" Peter flopped back on his bed. Okay, he lied. He'd just gotten out for spring break, but Aunt May would freak if he disappeared without telling her. "Aunt May needs to know where I'm going."

Loki pursed his lips, strutted over to Peter's desk, grabbed a pen, some paper, and began to elegantly scrawl a note. He opened the door of Peter's room and disappeared around a corner. A few long, silent moments later, the god reappeared in Peter's room. He sat in a chair, crossed his legs and motioned to the teen who just stared back at Loki with tired eyes and messy hair. "She knows. Now get packing."

Peter sighed in defeat and hauled himself out of his bed, flinging the blankets haphazardly to the side. His bed was so warm and comfy, and the floor was so cold and hard on his bar e feet, but he still got out and kneeled on his hardwood floor, digging around under his bed for his suitcase.

Loki just sat in the chair and watched Peter's movements for the better part of an hour.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Loki and Peter got to Paris. The Eiffel Tower stood before them in all its glory, winking down at tourists and Parisians alike. The two men just looked around in silence for a while, Peter's jaw hanging open at the beautiful streets while Loki stood silently, his eyes taking in everything before him. "This is..." Peter started before trailing off.

Loki just slung an arm around the boy's shoulder loosely and started guiding him down a walkway. "Brilliant?" he suggested.

"Gorgeous actually." Loki hummed in thought before nodding in agreement.

The two made their way through the streets of Paris, bickering about what to do first. Loki kept trying to convince Peter to go into a store with high-end fashion, while Peter was dead set on going to the Musée des Arts et Métiers. They stopped in a stone square, just outside a bakery and stared each other down. "What do you mean you don't appreciate the fine art of fashion?"

"There's nothing I like about it!" Peter cried. "How do you not like learning about historical equipment?"

Loki scowled and opened his mouth to retort when a girl about Peter's age was shoved towards them by one of her friends. She wore her black hair in two pigtails and was carrying a tray of croissants. She awkwardly cleared her throat, shooting a soft glare at her friend who just cocked a hip, crossed her arms, and smirked. "Er, b-bonjour! Je peux vous offrir un croissant?"

Peter cocked his head to the side and looked at Loki who just stared at the baked goods strangely. Has he never seen a croissant before? Peter asked himself amusedly. He laughed nervously, recalling one line of French that he'd been taught in his younger years. "Je ne comprends pas, désolé."

The girl's eyes widened and she gave him a comforting smile. "That's okay." her accent was soft and somehow soothing to Peter. His spider-senses didn't go off near her, and a small part in the back of his head told him she was trustworthy. "I asked if you'd like a croissant."

"What is a croissant?" Loki asked slowly, eyes still fixed on the pastries.

The girl looked up at him fully for the first time and paled significantly. "Merde!" she cried, drawing her friend's attention. "Alya, c'est Loki."

Her friend, Alya, ran over and began bouncing up and down excitedly. Loki backed up slightly, pushing Peter in front of him not-so-subtly. For a god who was technically a teenager in human years (Peter had done the math once when he asked how old Loki was a couple of months ago), he sure didn't tolerate them that well. Although, now that Peter really thought about it, he couldn't blame the god. Teenagers were forces to be reckoned with.

"They know who I am?" Loki whispered to Peter. His tone was a cross between shock and pride, which was somewhat unsettling, but then again, who wouldn't be proud of the fact that they were known internationally?

"Mr. Loki, you did kinda try to, well, y'know, take over the world back in 2012."

"Yes, I know that Spiderling," Loki hissed. "But she would have been young when that happened. How do they remember me?"

Peter shrugged before flashing the two girls a stiff smile. "Uh, hi. Shall we retry this?"

"Retry what?" The girl's friend spoke up finally.

Peter's mind went blank and he looked at Loki, silently asking for assistance. Loki just arched a delicately groomed eyebrow in response, a smirk tugging at his lips. The little shit... He turned back to the girls, both of whom were wide-eyed in anticipation. "Retry our, uh, first impressions?" his voice pitched two octaves on 'impressions' and Peter mentally facepalmed.

The first girl placed her tray down on an empty table and stuck out her hand. "I'm Marinette, and that," she motioned to her friend. "is Alya."

Peter shook her hand quickly. "I'm Peter, and you already know who Loki is."

Loki fixed the cuffs of his suit and sniffed haughtily. "Hello."

Alya opened her mouth, most likely to ambush Loki with a million questions, but Marinette threw her hand over Alya's mouth. "Are you two here on some sort of business?"

Peter shook his head quickly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Er, no. Loki decided to bring me here for spring break."

Marinette nodded in thought, releasing Alya. "That's nice of him."

Loki shot her a look full of mock hurt. "We're friends, of course, it's nice of me."

Alya slid up between Peter and Loki, looking at them suspiciously. "Do you have any plans while here?"

"Not exactly."

"Great!" she clapped her hands and waltzed back to Marinette's side. "We can show you around if you want."

"W-we can?"

Alya winked at her and grinned. "Of course we can, girl. Maybe even get Adrien to help out."

Marinette blushed and hid her face slightly, causing Peter to wonder what the relationship between the two was. He couldn't contemplate it for long though as Loki shoved Peter backwards softly. "Adrien Agreste?"

Alya quirked an eyebrow at the god. "Yeah, you know him?"

"I know OF him. I care more about his father though. The lines Gabriel put out are absolutely genius."

Marinette perked up and started talking rapidly to Loki about fashion, causing Alya to half-smile, half-smirk. The two moved away from Peter and Alya, Marinette waving her arms animatedly while Loki nodded or offered his opinions now and then. Mr. Stark and Thor will be pleased to know that Loki is able to converse with normal people with minimal problems now. His face fell and he felt his stomach leap into his throat. I forgot about the work Mr. Stark asked me to do!

"Everything all right?" Alya asked from his side.

Peter jumped and began to laugh nervously. "Yeah, I just forgot that I need to finish some work for my, er, job." Alya narrowed her eyes at Peter slightly but shrugged, letting the matter go for now.

Loki and Peter sat on the roof of the hotel they were staying at, their legs swinging down from the edge, sharing a plate of Boulette d'Avesnes and Soupe de Poisson, waiting for Marinette and Alya to show up in a few minutes. Peter laid back on the concrete, sighing contentedly, staring up at the sky. Loki looked over at Peter, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

Loki had switched genders about an hour ago since promising Marinette that she could use him as a model to make outfits for. Loki had changed out of her black suit and into a dark green, lace high and low dress; black heels; and pulled part of her hair back, keeping it back with a gold hairpin in the shape of an Old Norse dragon. "It's a fashion statement," she'd said when Peter shot her a questioning look. "You could learn things from me."

"I'm good on that offer, Mr— I mean Miss Loki." Loki has just hummed in response and gone out to order some food for them, seeing as how Marinette and Alya told them they'd take a while to be done with their task for the day.

Peter grabbed a piece of the cheese and popped it into his mouth, while Loki eyed the soup part of the Soupe de Poisson curiously, carefully bringing the bowl to her nose and sniffing it. She scrunched her nose slightly but began to slowly drink it from the bowl.

Peter was just about to grab some more Boulette d'Avesnes, finding its spicy and rich taste quite addicting when the shadow of a figure fell over him. He whipped his head around to stare at the newcomer and was greeted with the sight of a tall, blonde figure in a black leather suit, dressed as a cat. Peter jolted slightly, drawing Loki's attention. She scowled at the stranger and stood up elegantly, eyes narrowed. Peter followed her lead, albeit less gracefully, and waved awkwardly to the cat-person.

"Bonjour," he purred.

"Parles-tu anglais?"

"Ahh, Americans?" the figure asked.

"One American..." Loki responded, her voice cold. "I'm Asgardian. Who are you?"

The figure's leather ears twitched lightly in response. "I'm Chat Noir."

Peter's eyes widened while Loki looked duly unimpressed. The former scratched the back of his neck and offered a small smile. "H-hi. Wow, I did not expect to see you, or even meet you while here." Peter paused before remembering his manners. "I'm Peter by the way, and that is my friend Loki."

Chat Noir looked at Peter curiously before shifting his attention to Loki. Unlike Marinette or Alya earlier before, Chat's reaction was simple and rather anti-climatic. He just grinned and bowed slightly. "My Lady."

Loki straightened her posture and nodded curtly. "See what I mean Peter? It shouldn't be hard to get this level of respect from people."

Peter chuckled and shook his head affectionately. "Whatever you say."

"You know of me?" Chat asked Peter who just nodded. "How?"

Ahhh, shit. How do I explain this? Nice going, Parker. "Uh, well, I, er... I work for Mr. Stark and, um, kinda took an interest in learning about known superheroes in the world."

Chat's expression became smug and he leaned against his metal staff. "I see."

Peter just nodded and looked down at his shoes. He was about to say something else when Marinette and Alya burst through the door leading to the roof. Chat turned to look at them and instantly perked, fixing his gaze on Marinette. She stopped in her tracks and blinked at them before the two started talking quickly in French. Alya walked over to where Peter and Loki were, taking in Loki's new appearance.

"Dang, you look good as a woman."

Loki eyed her, silent for a moment. "Thank you."

Peter tapped her shoulder and motioned to Marinette and Chat. "I take it they know each other?"

Alya laughed at his question and nodded. "Yes, it's quite entertaining actually."

"How so?"

"He tends to call her 'Princess' and other pet names, just like now. He also compliments her non-stop and is fairly flirtatious. Meanwhile, Mari just rejects his advances in every way possible."

Peter's mouth formed an 'o' shape and he nodded. Loki just rested her arms and chin on Peter's head, grinning broadly. "They remind me of Barns and Wilson." Peter furrowed his brow in thought, recalling Bucky and Sam's interactions with each other. Yeah, Loki had a point about Chat and Marinette having a similar dynamic to Sam and Bucky. But he was willing to bet anything that Bucky and Sam were a hundred times more hostile and sarcastic to each other.

Finally, Marinette waved to Loki and Peter, beckoning them forward. "We can go show you around Paris now!"

"And I'm coming too," Chat added swiftly.

Peter and Loki looked to Alya and she threw her hands up in mock surrender. "What about Adrien?" Loki asked.

"We couldn't get a hold of him, so Chat will have to do," she explained.

Peter shrugged and Loki stared at her dryly. It didn't matter anyway, just so long as they could go around the city and see what Marinette and Alya had planned out. Actually, if Peter was being honest, he figured Loki wouldn't care about what they did as long as she got to go off with Marinette and dive into her fashion portfolio or just talk about it.

The group started to walk off, Loki trailing behind Peter. The goddess grabbed Peter's arm lightly and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Whatever you do, don't tell Stark that I brought you here for spring break."

"Why?"

"Because I plan on dragging you and Shuri here for the summer. Plus, Stark told me not to take you, or any of the mortal children anywhere outside of New York."

"Loki!" Peter yelled in shock, drawing confused stares from the three in front of him. He shook his head lightly as if to say "Nevermind, it's nothing."

Loki glared half-heartedly at him. "I do what I want," she replied before flouncing off in her stilettos to walk beside Marinette, leaving Peter in shock yet awe of Loki's blatant disrespect for Stark's wishes. I really should have seen that coming, shouldn't I? It is Loki. If Peter had done such a thing, Tony would kill him if he wasn't already dead before resurrecting him and killing him again.