Ok. So I gender swapped some of the characters in the MCU and this just…happened. The viewpoints will be alternating between Patty (gender swapped Peter Parker) and Loki (who's still exactly the same as before). This will be a series of inter-connected one-shots with very little plot. Fluff is the word to describe what follows. Enjoy!

Also I own nothing. I even stole some of the ideas from Pinterest. (I have sunk low indeed…)

This is also post-fixed-Infinity-War (i.e. Loki didn't die, Thanos was defeated before the Blip happened, Thor is not fat.)

Sorry if people are a little out of character, I'm doing my best.

Ch. 1. Meeting the Trickster.

Patty POV:

I twisted and untwisted my mask, resisting the urge to bite it. Which I always did when I was nervous, but I really didn't want Ms. Stark to know about that. Ever.

"Ms. Stark, are you sure? I mean, I'm just a kid, I don't think I'm ready for the Avengers, what if I mess up? What if they don't like me?"

Ms. Stark sighed. "Patty, we went over this. Age has nothing to do with it, you fought Thanos and didn't die, and everyone has already met you."
She patted my shoulder in what she must have meant to be comforting but was mostly just weird. is not really all that touchy-feely.

Unless she thinks someone's gonna die. Then watch out.

"And you'll be fine. We need some not insane people in the Avengers. And no one can mess it up more than it is already."

This did not help at all, but the elevator stopped and Ms. Stark threw me to the lions.

Who were having a giant party.

Loki POV:

Thor is always dragging me around to these ridiculous mortal functions. He just cannot get it through his thick skull that, unlike him, I do not have this psychological need to constantly breath the same air as a passel of thick skulled mortals.

I don't wish to subjugate this foolish race to my will. (At times, though, they seem to need it.) And somehow Thor has taken it into his head that it is because I'm "lonely". Pah. AN the only way I am going to attend a party is if I planned it, or I crashed it.

All I wish is to be left in peace but does he listen? Does he respect my wishes?

No. Of course not. He never has.

I stayed in the back of the crowd. By the drink table actually. And everything on it was inedible. I amused myself by watching, and causing slight mishaps. Nothing too big, just something to amuse myself until I left.

Mostly against Stark. Allfather, do I hate that woman. In fact, the only good thing about my being here was that Stark had not invited me.

And that was when I saw her.

She was just a child, on Midgard they call them teenagers. She was small, and slight, with fluffy, brown hair cut in a pageboy. She was looking around her helplessly, bearing the look of a victim of Stark. I knew that look, that feeling. Except she appeared far too well-mannered to leave without that odious woman's permission.

I watched her edge over to the refreshments.

I should probably talk to her. Just a little. She looked so lost.

Patty POV:

I edged over to the refreshments. So far nobody had talked to me. I'd tried getting Ms. Stark's attention, but she'd been too busy talking with Dr. Strange to notice.

This was fine. It was going to be fine. I'd just get something to drink. And hope nobody tries to talk to me.

Everything, like literally everything, looked like it had alcohol in it. Oh. Of course. This was Ms. Stark, after all.

Oh dear, maybe I should just-

"Take one, nobody's watching."

I jumped to the ceiling (literally). After falling back to the ground, I turned around shakily to see who it was.

I found myself staring at Loki, the one and only, tastefully attired in a black suit with a green scarf, instantly making me feel like a huge slob with my Abbey Road shirt and jeans.

I smiled. "Uh, HI! I'm Patty Parker, um, it's very nice to meet you!"

Loki raised one elegant, aristocratic eyebrow. "Very nice?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yeah! I mean, Mr. Loki, I know everybody kinda hates you, and stuff, but I think you're really cool! And that you are actually good, really, inside you know, because everybody has good inside, and you helped us defeat Thanos, and stuff. Also I'm glad Ms. Stark invited you! 'Cause everybody's here now!"

Crud, that sounded incoherent. I'm not really good at introductions. At least formal ones.

Loki replied airily, "Oh, I was not invited."

I gasped. "Oh…that was rude. Of Ms. Stark, not you."

I mean really! I know Ms. Stark hates Mr. Loki, and everything, but not inviting him to the "Hey we defeated Thanos party" is just plain rude! Sure, he did try to take over the world that one time, but that was once! And a while ago! Look at Mr. Barnes, and everyone's still fine with him!

I told Mr. Loki as much out loud. He handed me a dry martini. At least I think it was a dry martini. I don't really know that much about cocktails and stuff like that.

I pretended to drink it. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.