Peter's POV

40 years ago

"Father, please! Please don't send me to Midgard!" I begged my father, desperately.

"I'm sorry, little one. But I'm a known villain throughout the universe."

"But you were being controlled by that ugly grape, Thanos! You are NOT evil!" I tried again but it was of no use.

"But no one knows that, my son. I am sorry. Please remember me, Loki Laufeyson. The God of Mischief...and let us hope that fate would let us meet again one day, little one. I love you." He said and I cried in his arms.

Father pulled me away and gave me a watery smile.

The Bifrost enveloped me and I was sent to what the humans calls "Earth".

The moment the rainbow bridge cleared from view, the planet's authorities surrounded me and took me to an orphanage since I was only 10 at that time. Many families took me in and when I turned "18" (since I look forever young), they would send me packing.

The latest family was the Parkers. This was the only family that actually treated me as one of their own.

I am sad that my adoptive parents died but in the mean time, I am also grateful that Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in.

But when I was "14", my Uncle Ben got shot and died while Aunt May overdosed on grief, that must've been the trigger for my Godly powers because I couldn't control the greenish glow in my eyes, and when that happens, something terrible always follows. I can't control the way my skin would turn blue or when I turn myself into a spider. Sometimes I mentally project an image of myself. A spider "tattoo" embedded itself on my chest, directly above my heart. My powers started to surface...

I decided to use my powers for good, cause why not? I went out as the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman and used my powers to create "web" and stuff.

This might've caught the attention of the Avengers who took me in and adopting me after they heard I have no "relatives" left.

Present day

When I heard the news that Loki "attacked" New York, I was shocked. I know for a fact that he is a trickster, but he doesn't harm people.

When I realised he escaped from where the Avengers were holding him, I used my senses and followed his trail to confront him.

I managed to get Father to surrender and promised him that I will see him again, even if I have to kill all the Frost Giants to do so.

11 years later (2023)
[Ragnarok Loki not included]

After he and the rest of my adoptive family brought everyone back from the disintegration, my newly adopted father, Mr. Stark said that during their mission to retrieve the Tesseract from Loki in the Battle of New York. He also said that Loki escaped.

I wonder where Father went...

I was just mulling in my room when several gasps were heard from the living room.

There, standing in the doorway was my father, not the adopted ones, but my real father, Loki Laufeyson...

He gave the Avengers a snarl but in his eyes, I could tell he was happy to see me.

"Get back, Peter. Stay away from Loki, he is a dangerous villain. I don't know what he would do to you if you get close to him." Mr. Stark spat and pushed me away.

I looked at Father and his eyes were shining a bright yet murky green.

He shouted a war cry and was launching himself at Mr. Stark but he was unable to reach his destination when Uncle Thor's hammer, Mjolnir hit his face and rendered him unconscious.

THAT'S IT!!

THAT

WAS

THE

LAST

STRAW!

HOW

DARE

THEY

HURT

FATHER?!!

I freed myself from Steve's protective arms and now, my eyes are showing the murky green Father had on a few seconds ago.

"P-Peter, are you okay?" Blondy builder asked.

I just sneered at that question cause obviously, I'm not okay! Anybody with eyes can see that. Oh right, Uncle Thor only has one eye, only seeing half of the picture.

I shaped shifted myself into a spider and camouflaged myself with the dark corners of the ceiling. I dropped down on Uncle Thor and morphed back into my original Frost Giant form. I punched Uncle Thor on the back and he stumbles forward.

The rest of the Avengers started to advance towards us so I created a sufficient resilient field around each one of them and not even the Mind Stone or Wanda's magic can break through.

I turned my attention back to Uncle Thor and I see him raising Mjolnir, ready to strike me down.

I levitated myself off the ground and shot a "web" at him and Mjolnir.

"Once held by Sigurd, first hero of Asgard." I began to chant, summoning my weapon that Father passed down for me. "A sword of ancient magic, bathed in Dragon's Blood, a sword of truth. To suffer the blade is to suffer all truth you deny yourself."

Once I finished, I gleaming golden sword forms in my raised hand. The Truth sword, Gram.

Everyone looks up at the shining object and gasps. The light woke up Father and he groans from pain, making everyone snap their attention back to him.

Uncle Thor walks back to Father, and as my psionic powers indicate, he's bringing Father back to the prison on Asgard. That is unacceptable.

I flew down at lightning speed and strike the sword down through his abdomen. Uncle Thor let out a painful hiss and stares down at the wound.

In his eyes, I could tell that the Sword's power has started. He is beginning to understand the corruption in him, and trying to cleanse it.

I started to chant a different spell that could potentially destroy him. My eyes were no longer glowing green, but was a dangerous purple. I closed my eyes, ready to cast the spell when I felt another presence in my mind.

"Little one, calm down. We do not kill."

"Father?!"

"Yes, Peter."

"Father..."
,
"Peter, do not cast that spell. He is still your uncle."

"But he tried to take you away from me! He hurtled you!"

"That does not matter. I am still alive and next to you, am I not?"

I opened my eyes and finally saw my Father, cupping my face and the sounds of the Avengers telling me to get away.

I tore my Father's hands off my face and looked at the Avengers with cold eyes.

I put my index finger at my lips and shushed them. A white piece of cloth covered all of the Avenger's mouths, muffling their protests, Endgame style.

I turned back to Father and looked at him questioningly.

"Is it really you, or just another one of your mental projectors?"

He smiled at that comment and opened his arms for a hug.

My face broke into a smile that covered my while face and whispered, "Father..."

Many muffled "Father?"s were heard from the Avengers but I did not respond. I ran into his arms and filled my nose with his unique scent.

Instead, I went over to Uncle Thor and pulled Gram out and it vanished from my hand. Placing one of my hands on the wound, I started to chant a healing spell. Soon enough, the open wound started to close, not leaving a scar.

I turned back to the God of Mischief, Loki Laufeyson, my Father and ran in for another hug.

Few minutes of silence later and I was drifting to the dream realm...

-30 October, 2019