Resurrection

Chapter-20

The first thing Loki wanted to do when he reached his chamber in New Asgard was to find his brother. That oaf who had asked him to stay back. He shouldn’t have paid heed to it. But then he didn’t want to let go. Vanheim as always will be there and after Asgard there is no other place who would welcome him as such (there was that ‘grandmaster’ though he never wanted to meet the man again). But even Vanheim lacked interest. He was a God and people respected him but it was no home.

Loki sighed sitting on his bed which was still unmade from two days ago. Stark clearly crossed the line. Well that’s a lie. He let stark cross the line. He refused to feel guilty about it. After all Loki always did want he wanted to do.

But those warm brown eyes and soft slept face of Peter was drifting in front of his face. He didn’t want to hurt the child. He liked them both. But he knew for sure he had no place in their relationship. Unwanted and alone. Always. And there is no change in that.

He was so caught up in thought that he didn’t feel the shift in sunlight or the fact that there was a knock on the door. He thought it would be Valkyrie. She was the only one person who actually tolerated him and cared enough to wonder whether he was alive.

But then he heard murmurs. Voices and as they got nearer he heard the sound that he could always distinguish from the crowd.

“What do you say underoos? Should I use my fire or the gauntlet?”

Oh Norns! Tony and Peter is here.

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Loki opened the door before stark would ruin his chamber. “What do you need, Stark?” Loki all but hissed.

“Whoa! Don’t get offended and oh well thank God you are here. Petey pie said that you would have vanished to the wonderland by now. Now that’s not the place my suit can take, so-!”

“Cease you nonsense now! Or I will make sure that you will never utter a word!” Loki commanded angrily. He felt like burning the grounds. He felt like… Oh he felt like how much hurt he had when he decided to vanquish Jotunheim.

“Threatening now, are we?” Tony asked sarcastically yet clearly showing what he capable of.

“I am telling you what will happen if you stay here any longer. Leave me be Stark. Run along mortal. I am in no mood for your games today.”

“Loki…” Peter called softly. “Can we come in?”

That was when Loki saw Peter. His Peter still smiling and rubbing his neck shyly.

Loki had never refused Peter anything and he wasn’t going to start now. With a curt nod, he stepped aside both of them to enter.

Inside they all stood awkwardly. Where to begin. What to say. Well like usually the man of iron was there to rescue.

“Lokes, I need to speak to you about what happened in the morning.”

“There is nothing to speak, Stark.”

“There is. We kissed and we both liked each other and we also like-!”

“I SAID I DON’T WANT TO SPEAK ABOUT IT. IN WHAT WORLD DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT? YOU LOWLY UNWORTHY MORTAL?” Loki shouted his magic engulfing his palms. He wanted to escape. He has to. He can’t hurt these mortals. No matter what.

“Loki, look at me” Peter spoke urgently. “Loki, love look at me”.

Loki couldn’t help but look at the boy, surely he would be devastated. Couldn’t stark keep it within himself? Why must he hurt his boy? How could he hurt him?

But then he felt lips so soft- Peter’s lips. Just like he imagined. It was short. Sweet. Nothing like stark’s. But he strangely loved it “Would you let us explain?”

“What is there to explain? I… if its sympathy I do not need.”

“Why should we sympathize? You are the one who took care of us.”

“Then I don’t need your gratitude. You can scream at me or hurl abuse. But some things can’t be changed. I am monster by birth and I tend to destroy everything.”

“Is that what you think?” Peter asked his expression so tender.

Loki was silent. “Loki, do you like us?” Peter asked curiously “You need not answer, if it’s too much”

“Of course I do. I don’t waste time on niceties and gloating. I only stay with people who is in favour of mine”.

Tony scoffed at the reply. Reindeer games sure knew how to shot someone down without holding grudge.

Loki looked at Stark irritated, his hands twitching with seidr to blast the awful man.

“Why are you looking at me as if I am the culprit? He kissed you too. In front of me when my eyes were wide open! Go, be angry at him!” Tony said rolling his eyes.

“Tony” Peter warned and Tony ventured out rambling about “Unfair mages, ridiculous God”.

“Ignore him” Peter sighed and turned back to Loki who was sitting shell shocked by the commotion.

“Do you like us? Like me and Tony like each other?” Peter tried again brushing the stray hair of Loki that had fallen in his side.

“You and Tony love each other” Loki answered eyes narrowing.

“Well, we didn’t start to love each other from the first sight, in fact we are still working on it. Neither of us are sure whether we understand the concept of love but we know that we can’t be apart anymore. That’s a start I suppose. So Loki, do you think you could love us if we let you?”

Loki wanted to scream at him. What answer should he give? What would it mean? Was this another scheme to lure him? What was the shield director’s name, Nicholas? Was he trying to capture him?

“Loki, look at me. Just yes or no?”

“What?”

“Yes or No?”

“Yes” Loki whispered.

“Shall I hug you?” Peter asked tentatively.

“Yes”

“Do you need anything?” Peter asked drawing smooth textures in Loki’s back.

“Anthony” Loki answered truthfully.

“You like him, right?” Peter asked unable to hide his laugh looking at Loki’s expression.

“I do. He is infuriating but yeah he is Anthony” Loki said with a fond expression and quickly added –“I like you too”.

“Of course you do”, Peter smirked.

Tony was bored of waiting. So he decided to take risk. As he ventured back to the room, he saw Loki hugging Peter and he couldn’t help but feel warmth spreading in him. He wanted to take a picture if he could. Maybe later.

For now he had two important people to take care of. And this time he wasn’t going anywhere. He saw both of them looking at him and Peter extended his arms which he took gladly. Feeling bold, he picked up Loki in his arms and made him sit on the lap, so that Loki’s legs were on Peter’s lap and both of them gently tugged at Loki.

Suffice to say, Loki had the best sleep in centuries in their arms.