You and Peter had been dating for a few months now, and you always would stay at each others houses, but you had never stayed the night at Peter's yet. Peter, although he wouldn't admit it, loved staying at your house. Sure, he loved his aunt, but your house was something special. Your room, in particular, had quite possibly the best aesthetic he had ever seen: shelves lined with records, a record player standing proudly by the window of your room, fairy lights hanging around your bed, which gave the room a cozy, heavenly glow, and walls completely covered in posters that displayed your inner nerd (he flushed pink when he saw the Spiderman poster above your bed). Your room had an inviting, chilled out look to it, which Peter loved. It was perfect chaos, as your room as never completely tidy, but it was a nice tidy compared to his room; his desk was filled with comp
-Avenger!Reader, fluff, all Avengers included
"Do you ever wonder why you're so beautiful?"
You grunt as you dodge yet another one of the monster’s attack, quickly rolling to your feet and sending a rush of fire its way. The monster keens in pain and takes a step back, it massive footstep shaking the ground.
"Loki! Shut up and help me!"
"I shall...in just a minute!"
You make yet another hard juke to the right, stopping just in time to avoid falling off the roof.
"Loki!" you demand as you briefly glance at him lying wistfully on the ground across the way.
"No, you simply don't understand. This is something that's been plaguing my mind for quite some time now."
"Loki I swear to God...!"
Loki sighs dramatically before swiftly rising to his feet and turning to face the violent beast. With the graceful swish of his hand, the creature is riddled with enormous icicles and it falls lifeless to the tattered Manhattan streets below.
"Oh, now where was
You sighed, shutting your laptop. You galloped down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"(F/n), your auntie and uncle are hosting a garden party next weekend, and I said that we would come, whether you like it or not." She said, knowing what your response would be.
"No! I don't want to wear a dress or silly shoes and I certainly don't want to see that pair!" You argued. Your mother had a look of steel on her face- she wasn't going to change her mind.
"You will come, and you're expected to bring a date, so you better get cracking!".
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