Summary.

A short story of Peter being Loki's son.

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The two mischief makers looked out a window, serene smiles on their face, Thor standing next to them. Tony Stark smirked and walked over to the trio.

Wrapping his arm around Loki teasingly, he asked the two, "What are you two looking at? A pretty girl?"

Silence.

"A pretty boy?"

"They set the golf course on fire to see if the fake grass would burn." Thor explained, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

"Everything's aflame," The duo whispered in awe, small and mischief-filled, matching, grins on their faces.