☾ [ - @mxtherfuckingstarlord ]
“DO YOU WANT SOMETHING?!”
Loki didn’t deserve this assault–especially from a man who smelled so distinctly of Cheetos!
@mxtherfuckingstarlord
Peter scoffed. “Yeah, right,” he said amusedly. “I may look like an idiot, and, yeah sure, I may be an idiot, but I know how to spot a liar,” he said, squinting his eyes and looking to the side before back again.
“I know I’m not getting that pod back whether I tell you jack or not.”
Then he sighed, and rubbed at his forehead. If he were in the reverse, he’d want to know too.
“He was going to, uh, some fancy mojo mystical planet star thing,” Peter waves a hand dismissively. “N-Nidoqueen?” He questions with a furrowed brow. “No, that’s not right,” he clicks his tongue.
Loki squinted at the man–was that…a popular television character?
“Nidoqueen…?” he muttered, “Do you…do you mean…”
Where would he go?!
“…Nidavellir?”
The dark fields…
Peter snapped his fingers at Loki, eyes wide. “That’s the one,” he agreed animatedly.
“He was hoping to get a new screwdriver or something. After that he was going to Terra?” He questioned. “Yeah, he went there to fight some purple thumb looking asshole named Thanos,” he hummed. “Have you heard of him? A real pain in the ass.”
His froze at that name, his face slowly draining of color as his hands became fists…
Thanos…
“A real pain in the ass…” he echoed, shaking somewhat. He still had pains in his neck from where Thanos had snapped it.
“Have you another pod?” he asked softly then, “I’d hate to steal…”
It didn’t mean he wouldn’t, of course…
“Unfortunately, I do not,” Peter said, eyeing him suspiciously. “This bad boy is only equipped with one, and your brother took it.”
Loki… actually seemed shaken. It kinda unnerved him, he wasn’t going to lie.
“Look, I don’t really make this offer very much. I’m a Ravager, not a transport service, but family reunions really grind my gears, so,” right. Rambling.
“-I can take you to Terra if you want.”
Loki’s eyes widened like the moon for a moment, a fleeting moment of joy risining in his heart—
But it was fleeting…
His eyes soon narrowed as he approached closer to the man, “Why are you helping me?” Loki demanded.
Peter shrugged. “Call it what you want, but I know what it’s like to be separated from your fa-” he sighed, caught in Loki’s gaze. “If you don’t want my help, you can always go.”
He picked at his nails, scowling somewhat.
“Maybe you can owe me one then, if me helping you out of the goodness of my heart is too suspicious for you.”
Loki came up terribly close to the man’s his lips a thin frown as he observed the other up and down.
Fa—?
“Very well…” he growled, before whipping away, “Take me there immediately. We still may have time…”
Peter scowled, and tilted his head away from Loki as he himself pulled back, whipping his goddamn coat around.
“You don’t need to order me around when I’m the one who offered to take you there,” he says grumpily.
“—what’s your deal anyway, huh?” He added after a moment, swivelling his chair to face Loki, brow arched. “Who hurt you and shoved that stick up your ass?”
