A/N: It's my birthday! So I decided if I get presents today, I should share something with my amazing readers! So here is the last Lokison AU in celebration! (No worries, there will still be Lokison, but it's all moving to a new book!)

"Please seek shelter immediately, this is not a drill. Aliens are attacking Manhattan, I repeat, aliens are attacking Manhattan-"

"Peter, turn that off!" May's voice called, her stress bringing the pitch up to a point that Peter nearly flinched - but obeyed her nonetheless.

He got up from his place on the sofa and went to watch his aunt stuff as many things into a box as she could, the panic and fear almost causing the tears to escape her wet eyes. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to hug her and promise to protect her from any harm; he would be a super hero for her, just like Iron Man! But he couldn't... not now anyway. When he had gone to hug her before, she had snapped at him and told him to pack his room.

But Peter didn't want to move, he had friends here, he liked his school here... Why did they have to move just because of some aliens? Iron Man would save the day-

"Peter!" May's voice caused him to jump, looking at her with wide eyes. "I thought I told you to go pack...! We need to leave soon!"

"But I don't want to go...!" Peter whined, "I want to stay. And what about Uncle Ben? He still hasn't come home yet, we can't leave without him...!"

"We aren't leaving without him, sweetie." May rushed over to him, cupping Peter's face in her shaking hands, "But we need to leave. You won't understand, but we need to."

Peter pouted, but May simply turned him around and patted his back in the direction of his room, "Now go, or I won't take you to that science expo thing next month."

The boy's eyes widened as he turned and quickly started running to his room, but paused in the hall. He couldn't explain it, but he suddenly felt... something pulling him towards the apartment door. It was like a magnet, drawing him in. Peter couldn't stop himself from approaching the door, staring at it with curiosity.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when someone knocked on it, whatever trace over him broken by the noise.

"Ben...!" May cheered, rushing to the door, sending Peter a look as she passed him and threw the barrier open and proceeded to jump at the man on the other side.

Peter would have found it funny had he not been so confused. The man standing on the other side of the door was definitely not Uncle Ben (why May thought the man would knock to enter his own apartment, Peter wouldn't know) and May had realized that almost too late. She was nearly in his arms when she caught herself, backpedaling into the wall so fast she almost tripped over herself.

The man spared her a small glance before looking to Peter, the boy swearing that a shock had gone through him when they met eyes. He had the brightest green eyes that Peter had ever seen, a matching green scarf under his suit jacket. His black hair was slicked back in a way that reminded Peter of the politicians Ben hated... but it looked cool on this man. Everything about this man looked cool.

"You..." May's voice came out breathless, grabbing Peter's arm and pushing him behind her. "What are you doing here...?"

A smirk pulled at the man's face, his head tilting just slightly, "I think you know why, or you wouldn't be hiding him now."

"You can't have him!"

A sigh passed the man's lips, his eyes rolling dramatically. "I'm not going to take him from you, do you really think I'm in any way capable of caring for a child at the moment?" Those green eyes glanced to Peter again, "I just want to meet him."

May stood her ground, but Peter felt the pull towards this man again and stepped out from behind her. She tried to grab him again, but Peter moved just out of her reach and up to the man. His face was straight and serious, the smirk from earlier long gone, but Peter saw something in the man's eyes that chased out any fear he had.

Smiling brightly, Peter held his hand out, "I'm Peter, nice to meet you!"

It was still for a moment, the green eyes scanning over the boy's small frame. But then a smile of his own, much smaller than Peter's, spread across his face as he knelt down and took his hand, "Loki of Asgard... The feeling's mutual."

That was Peter's first and only encounter with his father in his childhood.

Loki had stayed with them for a short time upon Peter's insistence, the two of them getting to know each other before he had to leave again. He didn't tell Peter at the time why he had to leave, but the boy eventually figured it out later when Loki appeared on the news with the Avengers, the anchorman stating that he had been captured by Thor and would be put in prison on Asgard. Peter cried himself to sleep that night.

Two years had passed with no contact from him, but Peter still held onto the belief that Loki was a good man. The world hated him for what he did to New York, but if there was one thing Peter knew in his not-so-simple life, one thing he was sure of, it was that his dad was awesome. No one believed him, and the adults and kids would yell at him if he ever said so aloud, but Peter knew in his heart that his dad was the best.

It wasn't just fascination like May claimed; stating that Peter loved his dad so unconditionally just because he had only met him that once... It wasn't true.  Sure, as a child he had stayed up many nights wondering what the man was like. His mother had died when he was too young to remember, unable to tell him about his dad; May and Ben weren't exactly fond of the man and tried to avoid the subject, telling him that Peter would know when he was older. But now Peter knew him...! He even talked with him! That was more than anything he had ever hoped for. And he kept his fingers crossed that one day they would meet again.

Then he was on the morning news again. Dark Elves had tried attacking London, and Loki and Thor were seen working together to stop them from whatever evil plan they had. The two had both risked their lives to save the universe and each other, the various medias suddenly singing Loki's praises.

Peter had stayed home from school that day, waiting by the door in anticipation for a visit. His dad was out of alien prison and back on Earth, surely he would want to visit!

Or not... Peter waited three days before giving up hope on Loki visiting. He was probably busy... He was a hero now and that required a lot of time dedicated to... something else.

Now, at the new age of fourteen, Peter was hoping beyond hope that Loki would come back for him. Thor had been living happily on Earth, so surely Loki would want to visit his brother and son? Did Thor even know that Peter existed? Or was he just a mistake that Loki wanted to keep hidden?

With Peter's new spider-like powers and the death of Uncle Ben combined, the boy felt as if he was slowly unraveling at the seams. May cried almost every night, unknowing to the fact that the reason for her husband's death was in the room next to hers.

Every passing day of seeing May's puffy face in the early morning and hearing her cries at night were pushing Peter to a breaking point he didn't know he had, a coldness filling him more and more each day. And he couldn't escape from it... His hearing wouldn't allow the pillow over his head to block out the noise and his eyes couldn't help but see every little detail on her face - every new wrinkle on her forehead and redness in her eyes or on her cheeks, he wanted to just run away from it all...!

"Peter," May chided, causing the boy to pause on his way out the door, "You have to eat before school."

"I'm not hungry." That was a lie, he was starving. But he didn't want to stay in the small apartment any longer than he had to.

"That's a load of bull and you know it." She slammed a palm against the kitchen counter, the sharp and unexpected noise causing him to flinch. "Peter, tell me what's going on with you. You've been acting strange lately, even before Ben-" She cut herself off, swallowing thickly. "You're not the same and you're getting worse. You need to tell me what's happening."

"I can't; I'm going to be late, May," He adjusted his backpack, quickly walking towards the door. The familiar cold started to seep into him, numbing his fingers that tightly gripped his shoulder strap.

He heard her frustrated sigh and footsteps behind him, but he didn't expect her hand to grab his shoulder and yank him around. His eyes were wide as he stared at her. "Peter-"

"Leave me alone!" Tears burned his eyes as he swiped his arm at her, knocking her hand off of him. A wave of cold rushed over and around him, the sound of cracking ice taking over his hearing for a second, leaving him breathless and with a pounding headache.

May's small gasp, her voice hitching in her throat and almost sounding scared, pulled Peter back, his eyes opening (when had they closed?) and elicited a gasp of his own at the sight before him.

The room had a red haze to it that was quickly going away, allowing his perfect vision to see the large ice spikes sticking out of the walls and floor. Their shining edges were sharp and deadly, more than one of them outlining May's figure against the wall. One had gone through the baggy part of her shirt, probably just missing her stomach; another had landed a hair too close to her neck, a thin line of blood starting to form.

He had hurt her. He had hurt May - with his own powers! Granted, he didn't know he had these powers, but who else's could they be? It was his fault, it was always his fault!

"Peter...?" Her quiet voice pulled him from his thoughts once again, awakening him to the fact that he was still there.

He needed to leave. He really needed to leave.

Turning on his heel, he yanked open the door - breaking it off the hinges in the process - and ran out, doing his best to block out his aunt's cries of his name.

~*~*~

"Prince Loki," A guard announced, drawing the attention of the Asgardian nobles, "Heimdall requests your presence at the Bifrost."

Loki's brows furrowed slightly for just a second before standing from the table next to Odin, only one thought in his head for Heimdall's sudden calling. A few of the warriors present hid chuckles, though Loki now knew they meant no harm or ill will towards him. Though even if they did, he was past the point in caring.

He left the room with a half thought excuse tossed over his shoulder as he made the long trip to the Bifrost, his worry for Peter barely contained. It was the only explanation that would warrant this, something must have happened to the boy. Loki didn't know he could feel an emotion like this, never had he before. It might have had something to do with him not checking in on the boy in the last few weeks, each passing day without a visit to Heimdall was another that Loki loathed and the feeling in his chest grew. Before negotiations with the Frost Giants had started to take the Prince's time, the Heimdall had claimed that Loki was worse than Thor when it came to checking on Midgard.

Striding into the domed structure, Loki went to stand next to the man expectantly. "Has something happened?"

"He has not been doing well during your absence," Was the solemn reply, golden eyes not moving from their gaze into the universe. "I fear you may need to take action."

Loki's own eyes widened slightly, his brows pushing together, "It is truly that bad?"

"It would appear that he has inherited your Jotun blood and has nearly just killed his aunt in an outburst, among other things."

"Alright," Taking less than a moment to consider it, Loki nodded once, "I will go."

The dark man nodded in return as he went to power the Bifrost, soon enveloping Loki in the colorful array of lights. He barely had time to think about what he would even say to the boy after all the years that passed, because surely Peter wouldn't open up so easily to a stranger he had met once. He would have to think of something soon though...

Loki landed in the parking lot of an abandoned building, the sounds of cracking ice and faint crying immediately catching his attention. Was Peter truly hurting so much from this? It wasn't as if he didn't know his heritage wasn't completely human for the last four years, he shouldn't have been so shocked, should he?

Briskly walking into the building, following the sounds to find Peter, Loki noticed the hall walls coated in frost that was steadily growing thicker the closer he got. It was fairly obvious that Peter had lost control of his abilities, but to be able to do this much so soon... Loki would have been impressed if his concern for the boy wasn't so prominent.

It was almost laughable, really. Loki, Prince of Asgard, rightful ruler of Jotunheim, was concerned over a child. He hadn't intended to get so attached to the boy, he only wanted to look at him and see what he had unintentionally created on this planet. But the way that Peter had smiled at him, had pulled him into the home and talked with him so carelessly, Loki couldn't help but let the bond of parent and child grow between them. For the two years that he was in prison on Asgard, Peter was all he could think about, and he wanted nothing more to find the boy after he was released. But he couldn't. Loki knew that he couldn't... Peter's life on Midgard did not involve Loki, he was happy without him. And that's what Loki accepted no matter his own feelings. Thor would laugh if he knew...

Holding his shoulders back, Loki straightened himself as he neared the top floor. The frost on the walls had spread to the floor and formed a thick layer of ice, any normal person would have fallen once they step foot onto the sleek surface. Loki, however, was not normal and easily strode across.

Opening the last door on the final floor, Loki found Peter huddled in the furthest corner. The amount of ice encasing the room left a blue haze to everything, thickest around the boy's form, but it did nothing to mask Peter's blue skin-

-Or his red eyes as his head snapped up to look at him.

"Peter," Loki greeted somewhat mutely, carefully taking in the boy's shocked expression as he took another step into the room.

"It's you... You're here..." His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as a flash of something filled his eyes - hope? Peter was hopeful now that Loki was here? The man couldn't understand it, they had met once, Loki was practically a stranger to Peter... Why would he be hopeful at Loki's arrival?

Taking another step forward, that hope left and was replaced by fear. Peter pushed himself further into the corner and shook his head frantically, "S-Stop, you can't come any closer! I might hurt you!"

Loki blinked once before a small chuckle left him, walking forward slowly again. "You're welcomed to try; you aren't the first to threaten me, and by beings far more powerful than you, and even they are hardly able to succeed."

The teasing jab was responded with tears starting to roll down Peter's cheeks, his eyes jumped around the room before looking back up at the man. "I don't understand what's happening... I don't... I- What's happening to me? First the spider and now this? Is something wrong with me? Am I- I don't understand...!"

Loki took a breath as he knelt down in front of him, "Look at me, Peter." Waiting until he had the boy's full attention, Loki let his own illusion fall away to show his true Jotun form. "What's happening to you now is because you're part Jotun, part Frost Giant, like me. This is your heritage. I didn't know that you would lose control like this, I wasn't aware that this was something that control could even be lost over, but I can teach you not to fear it."

The hope in his eyes returned, unfolding himself slightly as he looked up at him. "Really...? I won't hurt anyone if you teach me, right?"

With a nod of his head, Loki held his hand out, "That's correct."

Their eyes were locked for a short while, Peter hesitating slightly before reaching out and placing his small hand into Loki's larger one. As soon as their skins touched, a green flash went over them both and left behind human appearances once more. Peter inspected every part of his arms and hands to make sure that there was no blue left before looking at Loki with a relieved smile.

"It's gone...! That was awesome, how did you do that?"

Loki took in the boy's appearance, his red and puffy tear-stained cheeks but with a small, excited smile dancing across his face. "Years of my mother's teachings... Her tricks have helped me a great deal in the past." Loki's eyes took a faraway look that Peter knew too well before clearing his throat and looking back at the boy, "I can show you how to control all that you're struggling with now, as well as other things. But it will take time and patience..."

"Yes," Peter's answer was instant, his eyes locking with Loki's. "I want to learn, I don't want to be a danger to anyone."

A small smirk pulled at the man's lips as he nodded, "Very well; we shall meet here once a week for your training. I will teach you all that I know, don't expect me to go easy on you."

"I wouldn't dream of it!" Peter grinned wide, his heart racing in his chest as the thought of spending time with this man - learning from him, being near him - filled his head. Growing up, all Peter wanted was to be able to know his parents... Being too young to remember his mother or step dad, May and Ben were all that he could rely on. But now Peter was no longer an orphan! His dad was alive and willing to teach him things that only he knew! Peter had never even hoped to dream of such a thing happening.

It was just bonus points when Loki was revealed to be a surprisingly excellent teacher, explaining things perfectly enough that Peter was able to willingly freeze a small rock in his hand after the second week; though he still had a problem with outbursts and turning blue when using his ice powers, he wasn't as scared of hurting May now.

With each new week, each new meeting, Peter let himself dare to hope; hope that he would finally be able to have a somewhat normal relationship with his dad like the other teens at his school. Peter, at the moment, wouldn't dare call Loki his dad, it was just too weird to even think of - but he had hope.

He had decided not to tell Loki about the spider bite, the man already had his hands full with Peter's frosty abilities, he didn't need to be concerned over Peter's vigilante activities... Which might have been a mistake when the Tony Stark come to his apartment and offered him a spot in an Avengers fight to stop the Rogues. Peter hated the thought of lying to Loki, but he knew the man wouldn't allow him to go running off to fight with the Avengers... So he made up a story about his school going away for a week - because he knew Loki would suspect something if he used the 'Stark Internship' excuse.

It felt horrible and awful and Peter hated it, he wanted nothing more than to tell Loki what he had done - that he was in his first major fight and actually did a somewhat decent job in it. That he actually managed to steal Captain America's shield! But he knew that he would never be able to... Not anytime soon, anyway.

Because if there was one thing he learned during his training, it was that Loki worried. A lot.

He had tried hiding it, starting Peter's training out hard and pushing him to his limits. Peter honestly felt as if he was dying... And when he lost control during that second week, sending out an ice blast that froze the entire room over, Peter saw the change in his eyes. He saw the concern that slipped through the man's cold mask, realizing that both Loki and Peter himself were pushing his abilities too much. After that, Loki forced him to stop multiple times during one training session, or threatened to randomly drop it to make sure Peter wasn't doing more harm than good. And, Lord... when he discovered that Peter would sometimes skip breakfast to meet with him and train, Loki would give him that knowing look of ice and take him out to eat.

If Loki ever found out that Peter was Spider-Man... a frozen hell would probably break loose.

Smiling to himself, watching as Loki instructed him of how to form his first illusion, Peter wasn't too worried about the future or Spider-Man. Because inside this frozen building, it was just Peter and Loki - not Spider-Man and The Prince of Asgard. There were no titles or worries or anything that could disrupt them. Just a father and son learning their place with each other.

And Peter was more than okay with that.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! I'm going to a concert of one of my favorite artists tonight (I have no idea what I've done in life to have been blessed with a concert in my own city on my birthday and for $20 a ticket)! I'm still drowning in homework, but I'm glad I was able to get this finished and posted in time! Since everyone really seemed to like the first Lokison AU, I decided to reimagine second meeting for the two! This was supposed to go into a request, but it was becoming too long and choppy so I decided to cut it and create a new story!

And also, since I like to spoil people, here's some fanart I've drawn for our favorite duo!

Thor and Peter 'annoying' Loki. (Ya'll ignore the fact that Thor has both eyes, it was late and I forgot about that whole... ya know...)

Small doodle fanart from my Halloween chapter!

My cover art for my new Lokison book!

This isn't Peter and Loki, but I am so proud of how well this came out I needed to share it... I've never drawn something this beautiful before.

Battle of the parental role models! Tony vs. Loki!

Once again, not Peter and Loki, but I recently got into calligraphy and this was when I discovered that I could add chibis to the words!

So I'm 21 today! I can finally buy my own fireworks for the holidays!

I don't plan on drinking to celebrate since my family doesn't drink, both my parents had problems with alcoholism in their past and are 30+ years sober and I don't want to start anything... But what started as a joke turned into... something.... You know those jars of spaghetti sauces that sometimes have some drink flavor? E.G. Emerald Legassie's vodka pasta sauce. I have been dared to drink that. If you want to see a video, my insta (under the same username) will have it posted soon. It'll be... interesting.

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A grunt left Peter as he hit the roof of a building, rolling along the rocky surface until he hit the edge a little too hard for his own liking. Drawing in a shaky breath, he tried to push himself up but that only resulted in a sharp pain in his ribs that he quickly curled in on himself to stop. 

Perhaps the Green Goblin was too much of a challenge for him... The idea of calling Mr. Stark for help crossed his mind for a second, but Peter shook it away. He couldn't call for help, he'd seem too weak and then Mr. Stark would never let  him do anything again. He defeated the Vulture, the Green Goblin couldn't be that much worse.

That wicked laugh filled the air, Peter's senses going on high alert as he forced himself up through the pain and prepared for the attack.

"Peter, you have multiple bone fractures throughout your body," Karen claimed, "I would suggest calling for medical assistance very soon."

"Alright," Peter let out a sigh, "But I have to finish this fight first...!"

"Impact imminent, you should definitely move soon."

Peter's lenses widened as he quickly spun around, seeing a flash of green and that wicked laugh. It was too close, he couldn't dodge -  he closed his eyes and braced for impact.

After a second with no pain and a grunt from the Goblin, Peter peeked out of one eye, seeing the Goblin just in front of him with a hand outstretched to his face.  Peter let out a small yelp as he jumped back, only to hit a solid wall behind him that definitely wasn't there before.

As he was starting to turn around, he noticed from the corner of his eye a hand that was tightly gripping the Goblin's arm, a smooth black sleeve covering the pale skin. Peter swallowed thickly as he slowly turned, coming face to face with a very angry Loki.

"What the hell-"

Loki's green eyes hardened at the Green Goblin, his other hand bringing out a dagger that effortlessly cut through his glider before throwing man and machine away to fall out of the sky and to the streets below.

Peter watched, grimacing slightly as the green shape quickly disappeared between the buildings. That wasn't going to mean anything well for him next time...

In a swift movement, the world was suddenly so much brighter as his mask was pulled off his head. A low groan left Peter as he tightly closed his eyes, flinching under the sun and holding a hand up to block it out.

"Peter," Loki's voice was clipped, the boy flinching even more at the amount of restrained emotion that was hiding in it. "Care to tell me what the meaning of this is about?"

Doing his best to relax and look up at him, Peter gave a sheepish grin. "Not really, no... Honestly, I'd kinda rather face the Green Goblin again..."

Loki hummed, nodding slightly as a small smirk tugged his lips upward. Peter knew better than to trust that smirk though... If anything, that smirk only meant he was in even more trouble.

"I bet you would... Unfortunately for you, that's not going to happen." Loki's arms crossed, mask still held tightly in his fist. "Now kindly explain to me what this is all about."

Yeah... Peter would definitely rather face the Green Goblin again...