Ohononon here you are, ever elusive Hail_fucking_Hydra

ay so loki aint a teen here, cause... ykn0

language (lotss), but its in old norse, soo hehe gotchu. can u guess what they say?

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Peter knew he was different from the rest of his school. It was kind of obvious, considering he was incredibly gifted and a very early bloomer. 

Perks of being a frost giant, he supposed.

Yes, you heard him. 

Peter Parker, the nerd in sweaters, builder of LEGOS, was a frost giant. His father, Loki, tried to visit as much as he could, but when on the run from authorities for something he had no control over, it was pretty hard. 

Also, he had spider DNA. Peter didn't know if it was that weird spider from OSCORP or his father getting freaky with some spider-lady, but the fact remained that Peter shared a very good portion of his DNA with spiders.

~

Peter sighed, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he jogged up the stairs to his apartment. No one knocked, ever, so he just kept living there. Loki managed to send money every now and then for rent and food, but Peter wasn't living luxuriously. 

Nothing like the Halls of Asgard that Loki spoke so highly about.

Peter dumped his bag on the floor and kicked a piece of trash that had fallen out of the can. Oh well, he decided. Might as well go patrol.

After donning his suit, Peter swung out of the window and tried to find some crime. He also tried to avoid cameras (and was so good at it that anyone outside of New York wasn't sure he existed), but you win some, you lose some. 

His wish was granted as he stumbled upon a mugging. He felt himself grin and suddenly, all sorrow was gone.

"Hey man, could you, like, not???" He asked in a high-pitched girly voice.

"What?" The mugger looked around, not seeing the hero.

Peter dropped down, making the man shriek. "Surprise." he said, in his regular voice. Then, Peter decided to have fun.

Using his magic that his father had been teaching him, he conjured up about a hundred small, fake spiders. He made them crawl out of walls and hidden crevices, even out of the mugger's shirt.

"Not so tough now, are we?" Peter taunted the mugger, leaning casually against the wall as he had seen his dad do many times.

The man was crying at this point, and the girl who had once been a target had fled. "Call an ambulance!" the mugger yelled from his crouched position, "But not for me."

"Nice choice of meme," Peter laughed, before a sudden pain ripped through his shoulder. 

The nerve of that guy. He shot him?

The pain got worse as the mugger ran, and the blood started flowing pretty heavily. "Oh, burr til einn beiskaldi." Peter groaned, clutching his shoulder.

"Language, Peter."

Peter whipped his head around to see none other than Loki. "Dad!" He ran over and hugged the slim man. "You didn't tell me you were coming!"

"And you didn't tell me you took up heroics." Loki shot back, amused.

Peter looked down, guiltily. 

Loki panicked, hurriedly reassuring the boy. "I think it's marvelous, burr. Your magic is steadily improving."

"You think?" Peter asked excitedly, then he suddenly noticed his wound was gone. "Hey, didn't you say they could track your magic? Why'd you do that if Thor can track you?"

Loki's face fell. "That's why I came unexpectedly. I... I cannot hold them off much longer."

"What?" Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

Loki felt his eyes begin to tear up. "I have to say good-bye, Peter. They are going to find me soon, and I don't want them to find you... you mean too much to me, and I won't let them have you."

Peter hugged his dad, tighter this time.  

At that moment, Loki never wanted to move, but he knew that at any second they would find him. "I must go now, Peter. Never forget how much I love you, and never doubt how hard I fought to never have to say goodbye."

When he pulled away, Peter's eyes were filled with anger. "I'm not letting them take you."

"Peter, you must-"

"No. I'm not letting them take you just because some beiskaldi-bac bacraut decided that you were evil! They can go efna themselves for all I care! You are my father, I'm not just going to let those little læsas take you and hurt you!" Peter argued.

Loki sighed, gathering Peter into another hug. "Peter, my dear boy, I love you, but we really need to talk about the amount of language you're using." He murmured against Peter's soft brown curls.

Suddenly, a cough echoed from the opening of the alley. Loki stood up immediately, pulling Peter behind him protectively. 

Thor stood there, kind of low-key shocked at what he was seeing. "Loki, you ready to come with me? You know that I can no longer fool father with my 'slip-ups'."

"Læsa." Loki swore, "I knew I stayed here too long."

"Language, dad." Peter snarked from behind Loki's robe.

"Now is not the time, burr." Loki groaned.

Thor paused. "Hold on- did," He squinted in confusion, "did you just- call that child your son??"

Loki froze. "No."

"Brother you realize that I saw the entire scene? I was right behind you."

"Illusion? I escaped-"

"Yeah, he's my dad, you got a problem with that, mister?" Peter asked, putting his hands on his hips as he stared down Thor.

Loki reached for Peter, but he shook the hand off.

Thor paused again, scrambling for words. "All the times you went off the radar, you came here, Loki?"

Peter answered instead. "Yeah. I've got a good dad, don't I?" (Loki smiled fondly at that, and Thor didn't miss it.)

 Thor thought for a moment. "Should the opportunity arise that I manage to get you a fair trial, brother, would you take it?"

"Yes." Loki said immediately. 

"And, should the court ask you to swear the truth on the life of your son, would you?"

"No question, as long as I have your word that he will not be harmed in any way if Odin doesn't believe me." 

"Stay right here, I'll see what I can do."

~

Loki stood next to Peter after going through the Bifrost, a protective arm around his son's shoulder as they stared at Asgard.

Heimdall nodded at them respectfully. "Loki."

"Hello, Heimdall." Loki said, not impolite, just tense. A lot had gone down since they had seen each other last.

Thor ushered the pair towards the rainbow bridge, and across they went. As they reached the town, people began whispering. After all, it's not every day that a Frost-Giant comes in town with his son for a trial with the Allfather.

It didn't take long for the trio to reach the courtroom. Some guard roughly pushed Loki  and Peter apart and both panicked, but Odin's voice broke through the chaos.

"Son, welcome home."

Loki scowled. "I'm no son of yours."

Odin glared back. "I wasn't speaking to you. Don't speak unless spoken to, boy."

Peter watched this anxiously. He then spoke up. "So, you're Odin?"

At a nod from the Allfather, Peter continued. "Oh, so you're the móðirefna that's been blaming my father for all of the problems that are your fault. I would say it's a pleasure, but, well, it's not."

The whole room gasped at Peter's boldness, and, for once, Loki didn't reprimand him for language. If anything, he agreed.

Odin roared, "I see your father has taught you no respect." He approached Peter, "I should have figured, considering he never showed any."

Peter looked up defiantly. "He taught me respect, all right. And how I should only show it to those that deserve it," He looked Odin up and down, "and clearly, you don't fall under that category."

The Allfather's face reddened. "Hold your tongue, infant. Let's start the trial." He growled.

And so, it began.

Loki was chained to a chair as he swore to tell the truth and swore it on Peter's life, so everyone was satisfied that Loki would not lie. It was clear how much he adored his son.

Loki told the crowd all about how Thanos took him prisoner after he fell off of the Bifrost, and the torture that he went through. It hurt Peter to see his father so distraught.

As Loki was finishing his speech, he looked up at Odin, who clearly did not believe a word that Loki was saying.

"Please," Loki said desperately, "Please, you must believe me. I would never endanger Peter's life."

The crowd murmured their agreement, but Odin grumbled unhappily. "I don't believe you, Laufeyson. If you are innocent, as you claim, why run from my court?"

Loki rolled his eyes. "You try having bloodthirsty soldiers sent after you with orders to attack first, talk later, and see how you feel. It's not like I could just stand there and let them kill me. That'd hardly fit in my schedule."

"And what must you attend to, Laufeyson?"

Loki looked at his nails in a confident facade. "Well, I wake up, and at nine, I go to this spectacular spa. I must recommend it. Then, at eleven, in between some self-hating and existential crises, I polish my weapons..."

Odion cut the god off. "Watch your tongue. I find you guilty and condemn your son to death."

Loki struggled to get out of his chains to reach Peter, but they simply tightened and Peter felt fear creep up on him.

Loki's mask crumbled in mere seconds and his eyes filled with tears as Odin approached Peter. There was nothing he could do about it, despite how every fiber of his being was desperate to comfort his son.

Peter stood in front of Odin, looking up at him. As Odin reached out a hand towards the boy, Thor stepped forward.

"It is low of you, father, to harm a child to get revenge on one of yours." Thor said cautiously. 

"Step away, Thor." Odin said dangerously. "Loki cannot tell the truth, so his son must suffer for it."

As Thor pulled Peter behind him and held his hammer, Peter ran out and stood, again, in front of Odin.

"I don't know what you're planning to do to me, bacraut, but I'm not going to let it happen. You're just some guy, and honestly, I've seen New York street junkies more frightening than you."

(Not a complete lie, but a lie nonetheless. He was truly his father's son.)

"You have no choice in the matter of your death, child. Guards!" Odin yelled.

Peter squared up, and socked Odin in the jaw, causing him to stumble. "Beiskaldi." Peter commented.

"You dare attack the Allfather?" he roared, eyes growing wild and beard flying.

Now, the guards rushed to contain Odin instead of Peter. The room had decided in that moment that this cruel man was not the one that they wanted on the throne.

They had been suspecting for quite a while, but this was the tipping point.

Others unchained Loki, who immediately rushed over Peter. "That was so foolish of you, Peter, but I can't scold you because that was the best thing I've ever witnessed." Loki said breathlessly, hugging the young boy.

Thor stepped up to the podium that had been occupied by Odin. "I hereby pardon Loki... Friggason from all charges."

Loki and Peter were beaming, and suddenly Loki gasped. He dragged Peter over to his mother. "Mother, this is Peter, my son. Peter, my mother, Frigga."

Frigga smiled at her son before moving her eyes to her grandson. "Hello Peter. That was quite a show."

Peter blushed. "I'm sorry about that, ma'am."

Laughing, Frigga waved a hand. "He had it coming for a long time. Don't worry about it." She did love the man, but after chaining up his eldest child, be was never quite the same. Frigga would let Hela out, and get her help. Not even she was out of reach.

The trio had a lovely conversation before Loki and Peter returned to the Bifrost. Loki's arm was back around Peter's shoulder. 

Heimdall gave them a soft smile before addressing Peter. "Where to, Lokison?"

Peter looked up at his father. "Queens, New York." he decided.

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