Summary: Just like his parents found love and acceptance in each other, you find someone who makes you feel special.
Warnings: fluff, angst
Reader: Gorgon/Jotun/Asgardian Male Reader
Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader
Word Count: 1,989
A/n: This is a spinoff from Perfectly Beautiful and Either Way following the son of Loki and the female reader from the two one shots. This is adult Peter and adult reader. Technically Peter is a lot older than the reader since he isn’t born until a while after Avengers but just imagine that there’s not a big age difference.. Or there can be if you’re into that. It just won’t be mentioned.... y/s/t = Your Skin Tone, y/h/c = Your Hair Color, y/e/c = Your Eye Color, L/w/n = Loki’s wife’s name (the reader from the other one shots)
Masterlist
You met Peter in college. You knew who he was but he didn’t recognize you. You didn’t blame him, he hadn’t met you before class despite him being an Avenger along side your parents. You had the option to be an Avenger but you opted to go to college and try for a normal life.
The two of you were paired together for a science lab. You grew up in Asgard with the top of the line education. Only thing is that Asgardian’s teaches differently than Midgardians. So, while you understood what the project was on you had difficulties with the process.
Peter was patient with you though. He walked you through what needed to be done. He was happy that you were putting in the work and not just putting it all on himself.
Because the two of you were paired together you were forced to do a lot of late nights in his dorm. You didn’t live on campus but in an apartment of your own. You didn’t want him inside your space. There were Asgardian relics and pictures that would show Peter who your parents are.
You weren’t ashamed of your parents, you just didn’t want Peter to know right now. Once he found out who they were he’d ask questions you didn’t want to answer. You just wanted to be normal for a while longer.
Tonight you and Peter abandoned your work in favor for a movie night with his roommate Ned. You liked Ned, he was pretty awesome. Him and Peter were friends since high school but you fit in with them easily.
You were half way through the second movie when Ned began to snore. You and Peter laughed at him. You grabbed some popcorn and threw it but you didn’t have the best aim therefore missing Ned’s mouth.
“I should get home,” You muttered, stretching your limbs. You miss Peter’s face falling.
“O-or you could stay,” Peter suggested, giving you an awkward smile.
“And sleep where?” You ask him. “I’m not sleeping on the floor and I don’t think Ned’s sharing his bed,” You and Peter look at him sprawled across the larger mattress.
“We could uh... We could share my bed,” His voice squeaks a bit forcing him to clear his throat. You smile at him. You almost say yes but you’re hesitant.
You look down at your hand and twirl the black band wrapped around your middle finger. The band is spelled to hide your true appearance. While wearing it the world sees you with y/s/t skin, y/h/c hair, and y/e/c eyes. Without it you had pale blue skin, silver irises, and a half dozen snakes for hair.
You’ve slept with your ring on before but if you wear it for too long then you begin to get uncomfortable. You wanted to spend more time with Peter but you were already pushing it with the illusion.
“Rain check?” You offer, looking back at him. Your heart clenches at the disappointed look he’s trying to hide. “I want too,” You promise, reaching for his hand. A small smile comes onto his lips. “Just not tonight,” Peter nods slowly. “I’ll see you in class,” You risk kissing his cheek before slipping out of his room.
From that night on the two of you slowly grew closer. You were already spending a lot of time together because of the project but things started going in a different direction. You sat closer, brushed hands more often and stole glances.
Well, the two of you were already stealing glances but now neither of you really looked away when the other got caught.
You began to flirt more openly and take him on unofficial dates. Whenever he had to abruptly cancel plans you didn’t get upset. You knew that he was Spiderman (we’ll pretend that his identity is still a secret) and understood that sometimes duty came first.
What you weren’t expecting was for his alter ego to follow you home one night.
You had a late night in the library. Peter - Spiderman - had noticed you walking home and decided to keep an eye on you. All he wanted was to make sure you got home safely.
When you got to your apartment building and up to your home, Peter couldn’t help but to spy from the rooftop of the adjacent building. You kept a lot of things private. You rarely talked about your childhood and never spoke of your parents. He knew he shouldn’t spy but he wanted to know more about you.
You entered your home and kicked your shoes off. You walked to the window to close the curtains but before you drew them closed you took your ring off. Peter watched the illusion wash away to show your true form.
He got a few seconds to look at you before your thick curtains closed. He stood on the rooftop for a while. He was shocked at what he had seen. Slowly, everything was making sense but he was still curious as to why you had hid this from him.
He meant to confront you about it the next day but every time he tried too he chickened out. You noticed that he was acting weird - weirder than normal. You didn’t know what was bothering him but knew he would talk when he wanted too. Only he never confided in you what was bothering him.
“Did I do something wrong?” You asked, barging into his dorm room without invitation. Peter looked startled, silently wondering how he didn’t sense you. “Because if I did I’d rather you tell me so we can fix it instead of you pushing me away,” You close the door behind you making it clear you weren’t leaving.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Peter says, shifting on the bed. You lift your hands up and drop them back down to your sides.
“Then why are you being so distant?”
Peter looked at his hands nervously. You waited for him to say something. After a few seconds you sighed and collapsed in the desk chair. Peter glances at you. It takes you a moment to realize what he was looking at.
“Peter?” You whisper, sitting up. You fiddle with your band causing his eyes to snap to yours. Your heartrate begins to increase.
He couldn’t know about the ring. How could he? He didn’t know where you lived and you never showed him. He doesn’t know who your parents are, so how could he know?
The way he started avoiding eye contact and the fact that he had been so distant made you think that maybe he had figured it out. Once you assumed that he knew your secret, your heart dropped to your stomach.
He knew what you looked like and now he wanted nothing to do with you. You knew this would happen. Why would he want you? You were monstrous to look at and your eyes were a killer.
“I should go,” You muttered, standing up. You practically ran for the door when hands gripped your hips and spun you around. You gasped when your back slammed into the wall.
“Don’t go,” Peter whispers, keeping you trapped. Your heart continued to hammer in your chest. You couldn’t tell if you were more nervous about Peter knowing your secret or having him so close to you.
“How’d you find out?” You ask. Peter becomes a little sheepish.
“I may have followed you home,” Peter admits. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks trying to put the focus back on you.
“Why’d you follow me home?” You counter. Peter takes a step back. You almost pout.
“I wanted to make sure you got home safely,” Peter rubs the back of his neck.
“And when I did, why’d you stick around?”
“You don’t tell me much about yourself,” Peter mutters. “I just... I wanted to learn about you,”
“But you got more than you bargained for, aye?” You run your fingers through your hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, again.
“Why would I?” You laugh, pacing. “I’m a freak, a monster!” You snap. “I’m quite literally the monster parents tell their children,” You glare at him but your anger isn’t to him.
You had heard stories of yourself being spread around Asgard. Stories that traveled to Earth. You were the new nightmare, the new scary story to tell around a campfire. You’re the monster with blue skin and deadly eyes, the grandson of Medusa. Apparently you were murderous and ruthless even though you’ve never hurt a person in your life.
“I wear this ring to fit in,” You hold up your hand to display the ring. “I didn’t tell you because I like you Peter. I really fucking like you,”
“I like you too,” Peter whispers. You send him a small smile but you shake your head.
“You like this form, you like that I help with school work, but you don’t even know who I am,” You say.
“I do,” Peter insists.
“You don’t,”
“Yes, I do,” Peter snips. You tilt your head and wait for him to explain. “You’re the son of Loki and L/w/n. You grew up in Asgard but you’re going to college here. You’re my science partner but I’m hoping you’ll be more,”
“How could you want more with someone like me?” You ask him. “You could have anyone you want. You’re handsome, smart, and fucking Spiderman. You should be with someone who doesn’t have to hide,”
“You don’t have to hide,” Peter shakes his head. “Not with me,” You look at him. It’s obvious you don’t believe him. “Take the ring off,” Peter says. You tense. “Take it off, Y/n,” You look at the ring. “Please, I want to see you,”
You give in. Slowly, you take off your ring. The transformation is slow but painless. The room is silent other than the sudden hissing of your snakes. The can feel your anxiety and try to comfort you while hissing at Peter. You mentally scold them and they settle down.
“You’re the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” Peter breathes. You glance at him. His compliment catches the attention of your snakes. You mentally laugh at how easily they’re won over. “Err- Person... You’re the uh- you’re the coolest person I’ve ever seen,” Peter corrects, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Cooler than Star Wars?” His eyes snap to you. You snort at the conflict on his face. “You don’t have to answer that,” You assure him. He looks physically relieved. “So, this is what you get,” You shrug.
“I want you,” Peter blurts. He instantly blushes, so do you. “I mean.. I want to take you out.. on-on a date. I want to take you on a date... Please,” You smile broadly.
“Where do you want to go?” You ask.
“Let’s stay here,” Peter says, walking past you to close the curtains to his window hoping to make you more comfortable. “I don’t want you putting the ring back on,”
“Ok,” You whisper, nodding your head. “Order some pizza?” You suggest. Peter grins and nods.
“Maybe this time you’ll spend the night?” Peter hopes. “Just to sleep! We don’t have to do anything else. Unless you want too, I won’t mind but we uh we-we don’t have too,”
“Peter, relax,” You step up to him. Your blue hands caress his cheeks. Peter continues to smile at you. “Order the pizza and I’ll spend the night,” You tell him. Peter breathes in deeply and slowly releases it.
“Ok,” Peter nods, glancing at your snaps with fascination. “Make yourself comfortable,” He steps back and your arms lower. You sit down on his bed and watch him order the pizza. He keeps stealing glances at you. You copy the sly smile on his face and hope that maybe you just found your perfect match like your parents.
Fenris to Vali and Narfi, after realising they just started teething: Okay babies, let’s find some furniture to bite before father and mothers find out and start covering everything with that disgusting oil again.
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ (if you're okay with it my main muse(emrys) is a son of loki. If not then I can play him as just a random person)
(Of course!!!)
"I'm not afraid of you"
The weight of those five words sliced through Loki like a dagger to the heart, revealing the vulnerability hidden beneath his defiant exterior. His son's trembling voice betrayed the courage it took to confront his father, and as Loki rose to meet his gaze, the god's heart thudded with the realization of the gravity those words carried.
The anger that had etched itself onto Loki's face only moments before now yielded to a mournful stillness. Shame enveloped him, tightening its grip as he locked eyes with his son. The gaze that once bore defiance now mirrored a deep regret.
His son should never have been compelled to utter such words. Loki, who had spent years cowering beneath the shadow of his own father and nurturing a simmering hatred for the man who claimed to have rescued him on Jotunheim, never desired that legacy for his own flesh and blood. Yet, here he stood, unwittingly intimidating the one he cherished the most.
The aggressive stance he had assumed began to shift, transforming into a posture of internal conflict. Loki's head shook subtly from side to side, not in rejection of his son's words, but in disbelief at his own actions. The echo of his past, the fear and resentment he harbored, had inadvertently seeped into the relationship with his own son.
"Emyrs," he spoke, his voice now stripped of all aggression, replaced by a clear sense of remorse. "My son…" The words lingered, elusive and difficult to grasp. He fumbled in search of the right expression, his hand extending to rest on Emyrs' shoulder. In that touch, he still saw the boy who had once looked up to him, despite the undeniable strength evident in the now-muscular frame before him.
"I don't ever want you to fear me."
The hand, initially on Emyrs' shoulder, gently traveled to cradle his cheek, fingers tracing the familiar contours of his features. As he beheld the face that bore the imprint of his own, a silent plea for forgiveness echoed in his eyes. "Forgive me, my boy." His voice softened to a quiet murmur, carrying the weight of regret but also an unmistakable undertone of love. A tender, prideful smile lifted the shadows of anger from his expression, revealing a father who yearned for reconciliation and understanding.
