Sure Loki hated Midguardians. Well, all of them that weren't Peter Parker. The thirteen year old had a special place in his ice cold heart.
     Peter was different from the others. He was very forgiving and more understandable. He also loved his magic, he wasn't frightened by it. Also, Peter Parker was always comforting.
     See, they had this code. One being he'd spit in a hot dog and ten being kicking a kitten. Whenever Loki felt evil, (that's why they called it) he tell Peter a number between six and ten. The higher the number, the worse the feelings. It was always Loki who needed Peter's comfort. Peter was more than happy to talk to the God of Mischeif.
     Whether it was doing a drill and the Captain was being unreasonably picky and all he had to say was "eight" and Peter understood. He'd tell the others he had something urgent to do and they'd be gone in a snap. Often, Peter would give tours of the city that claimed to never sleep.
     Or if he was just feeling down and he'd tell Peter "seven" and Peter would bring popcorn, blankets and a movie to watch. Peter would pick a movie that he was certain to make Loki smile. Peter was always there for Loki.
     But when one day Stark announced Peter was kidnapped, Loki was furious. He was more than that. He was "eleven". There was no stopping him. He located Peter's location only to be greeted by a female with silver hair and sharp claws and a man with eight metal arms. He easily used his magic to cast them aside. No one gets between him and Peter.
     He quickly freed Peter and brought him safely to the Tower. He felt Peter's tight grip and promised himself, no one would ever hurt Peter. Or, they would deal with the God of Mischief when he is angry.
    It was always him who had used the system. Which is why it surprised him when he got a text from Peter saying "eight, I'm at home." He instantly teleported to Peter's location.
Peter was on the bed with tears. "Loki! You came!" He hugged the God. "Little one, what is wrong?"
Peter sniffled. "It's my Aunt. She's sick with cancer. She might not make it." Loki softened. He remembered when he had lost his mother figure; Frigga. Frigga was much more than a figure, she was his mother. Seeing Peter so hurt, so broken, hurt him.
"Do not worry Peter. She will be fine. Do not worry, I got you. It's going to be alright. I promise you, as long as the Sun shines, everything will be alright."