When everybody was ready to go Nat got the quinjet into the air for the journey home. For a good portion of the journey home however Peter noticed Loki staring at him in the corner of his eye, even as he looked at the older man or God rather, every time he looked his way Loki didn’t even look away. Instead there was a protective look in those green eyes staring at him. It was strange to Peter seeing the God look at him like that, he was used to the others worrying about him, although he wasn’t completely disturbed either. That too felt strange to the younger man to not feel disturbed, moreover he felt his heart fluttering unexpectedly in his chest too, which he’d never felt when it came to Loki before. He even felt a slight flustering shade of pink rising in his scraped cheeks the longer he felt the God’s eyes on him.

“Thank god, he’s not saying anything.” Peter thought, knowing he’d be embarrassed if his behaviour was the focal point of Loki’s cheap jokes in front of the entire team, and the rest of the team’s chatter would solely turn on him too. 

Unfortunately over the course of the journey Peter’s state slowly worsened. A fever sweat broke out on his brow, his eyes became half lidded with fatigue and his cheeks turned redder in colour, his head eventually lightly hit the side of the quinjet when he could no longer hold his own head up. Loki was quick on the uptake, as he reached over his hand it turned into its natural Jotunn blue form with darker shades of blue markings all over it, before the blue markings disappeared beneath his sleeve at the wrist. As soon as he placed his hand above the younger man’s brow it stopped his fever from getting further out of control and acted like a cool agent.

“Can you not fly this blasted thing any faster?” Loki hissed impatiently. The unexpected tone broke through the light chitchat from the team and they glanced back to see what the issue was.

“How long has he been like this?” Steve asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and steadied himself as he made his way over to them, taking a closer look at Peter’s sickly state.

“It's been slow in the beginning, now he worsens exceedingly faster, it’s far worse than a few bruises and scrapes. Whatever they did has weakened him. This is malady inducing.” Loki says, as his hand begins to glow a misty green, his powers helping to lower Peter’s temperature further.

“Malady…haven't heard that word in decades.” Steve said, as he felt like he was transported back in time from simply hearing the word again. Loki blinks a few times judgmentally, while trying to keep himself in control the best he can, and tries not to hit Steve stupidly for getting off track because of his use of vernacular.

“Listen here, Capsicle, if we don’t get his fever down and attend to the rest then there’s no telling what’ll become of him.” Loki says urgently, Tony seemingly nodding in agreement, not wanting to see the kid suffer any more than he has already. Especially after he made a promise to his Aunt May that he’d look after him. 

“Step on it, Nat.” Tony orders, deciding to take over and not let anyone rattle Loki up further, particularly whilst he is in such a caregiving mode, which undoubtedly is the rarest sight to see. Nat nods in confirmation before carrying out the order, meanwhile Steve returns to his seat in time and manages to fasten his seatbelt, before he could go flying and land on his face. 

Everyone is keenly aware of Peter’s health decline and above everyone else Thor knew Loki had it in him to care for someone else besides himself. After all he grew up with Loki and had seen many sides of him, a caregiver albeit a rare side to his younger brother, yet Thor had witnessed it happen in the past. 

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Immediately after landing Loki had Peter unbuckled, scooped him up into his arms, and began carrying the younger man off the quinjet before anyone else could touch him. Bruce managed to get ahead of everyone else and caught up with the long legged God who was hastily making his way back into the Avenger compound. However as Bruce reached out to Peter Loki’s eyes turned red, a growl grumbled at the back of his throat, behaving like an animal would do to protect their young. It was enough of a warning. Bruce backed off with his hands held up. 

“I’ve never seen him act this way towards anyone.” Bruce says, when he felt a big strong hand on his shoulder, looking up to see it’s Thor. It didn’t take long for the others to gather around them as well.

“My brother has his own ways of doing things and this is one of them…reminds me of a time he turned himself into a mare and lured a stallion away from his Giant master, in doing so the Giant couldn’t complete building the walls around Asgard in exchange for the Goddess Freyja. Loki did not return for months, but when he did he was not alone, he returned with an eight-legged foal in tow.” Thor’s tale confused the entire team, they were not sure what exactly prompted this one in particular. 

“Wait a minute…are you saying Loki has parental instincts because he once gave birth to a horse?!” Bruce says flabbergastly while coming to a realisation that Loki is a parent, not an ordinary parent, but one who birthed a literal horse. God’s were entirely a different kettle of fish compared to Humans.

“By Odin’s beard, please no one mention I told you that tale, or he will likely stab me for it.” Thor says,  panic stricken on his features, remembering now it was too late that he promised never to tell anyone about it.

“And here I was thinking my family was fucked up.” Tony murmured, as they all headed inside the compound.

Concurrently, Loki lays Peter down on his bed gently, hearing a little muffled groaning from the younger man. The fever had barely broken by the time of their return, however Loki was solely focused on getting the Little Spidey out of this one way or another. 

“Mr Loki…where are you going?” Peter asks, as his blurred vision starts to focus slightly, noticing Loki leaving his bedside and making his insides start to ache being left alone right now.

“I’m going to run you a lukewarm bath, Little Spidey. I won’t be far…I’ll even leave the door to the bathroom open and you can see me.” Loki’s voice sounded velvety as he spoke and concern etched on his face, a glimpse beneath the mask of indifference he usually wore, Peter felt honoured to witness such a sight even if it was only brief.

Peter’s gaze follows Loki into the on-suite bathroom, the door left open like he said, making Peter feel slightly better about being on his own in the bedroom. He lays there watching Loki as he begins to run a bath and readied everything required for the bath and organised everything in order in which to be used. Also Loki wasn’t long either like he’d said, the water being turned off once filled and bubbles added for some relief, once he returned he scooped Peter up and carried him into the bathroom.

Peter’s suit evaporated off his body in a shimmer of green. His body becoming exposed, his cheeks reddened once more, and a slight chill in the air ran down his back. Loki didn’t comment on the fact he shivered, nor did he make fun of him whilst being bare to the God’s eyes, which was another thing he was thankful for. Then Peter was slowly submerged into the bubbly water. Somehow the water was the perfect temperature to accommodate his needs and not too overwhelming hot nor cold after his fever broke minutes ago. Nevertheless, Peter assumed he would be left to his own devices now, only that wasn’t the case, Loki had closed the door and knelt down beside the tub. 

“Loki on his knees. Wow, I never thought I’d see that.” Peter thought, whilst watching the God of mischief prepare the washcloth and soap, although he did notice a slight tug at the corner of his lips. 

“Did he just read my mind? Has he been reading my mind the entire time?” Peter thought, because he could have sworn Loki had been smiling just now, why else after he’d thought about Loki kneeling did he smile? Then again there could still be some side effects from the fever. It wasn’t completely farfetched to question whether or not his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him in his current state.

“You know curiosity killed the cat…” Loki says, as if he’s slyly admitting he is reading the younger man’s mind, whilst he gently bathes the younger man.

Peter swallows hard before managing to mumble out, “it-it’s hard to believe you’d kneel after all…well you know…” 

“That was a long time ago, Little Spidey…and I hope that isn’t the only way you perceive me as.” The way the Mischievous God spoke sounded hurt and hopeful all at once, along with him pausing in bathing the younger man, well it gave Peter a feeling of dread in his stomach.

“No, of course not, Mr…” 

“Prince Loki will suffice.” Loki cuts Peter off as he tries to back pedal on his words, the correction also paired with a serious look.

“Prince Loki.” Peter corrected himself, then he saw a smirk reappearing on Loki’s lips making him realise he was being teased. As payback he splashed some water into the God’s face.

“Two can play that game...” Loki replies, his voice more velvety, then he splashes Peter. Within minutes the pair created a puddle on the flooring from their back and forth antics, but there was no denying the laughter shared between them, almost a sweet domestic moment one might say.

“Look what you did.” Loki chastised playfully, making Peter sit there sheepishly momentarily, until he felt Loki’s fingers start to trace around the small forming abdominal muscles. Peter’s breath hitching, his lips parting ever so slightly and his eyes fixated on him.

All words were lost on Peter. The only sound was his uneven breaths once he found a bit of air. He wasn’t sure of what to make of this, but it did fill him with a warmth he’d never experienced before. Almost as if he was being put into a trance, however Loki didn’t have to use his magic, the simple touch was enough. The subtle changes did not go unnoticed by the God, who took it upon himself to take it as a signal to encourage the younger man to give into the sensations that made his body tingle. Besides, Peter didn’t seem to be rejecting his advances either, not even when Loki’s fingers dipped below the water level to caress his thigh.

By this point the bubbles had long vanished and what was the perfect temperature of the water was now cooling down immensely. Although that was the last thing on Peter’s mind, his focus was on the slender fingers lightly tracing his skin instead. The pair’s eyes connect, staring into the depths of each other’s souls, Loki’s pupils blowing up with lust. Absentmindedly Peter began biting his lower lip seeing the change in Loki’s eyes. A shaken breath took the moment he felt those slender fingers brushing against his manhood. The touch gained an instant reaction, blood flowing right down to his core, no other male had achieved it with him. That playfulness however mixed with the lust in Loki’s gaze heightened from Peter’s reaction, he became more bolder with his ministrations. 

What all began as innocent caregiver mode now gave way to a hungry pent up God, who’d been without a single soul in years, impossible to date exactly how long ago. The God had lost count and dared not think back for fear of the number of years greater than anyone would care to admit to. When push comes to shove he couldn’t very well be picky whom he’d end up with, nonetheless admit he was in fact elated Peter was going to be who he’d end up with. Maybe in time he might.

“I can take good care of your other needs besides what those bastards did to you. You need only ask at any time and I shall bewitch your senses.” The velvetyness in Loki’s voice was replaced by a much richer sound, almost as dark and smooth as dark chocolate. Between Peter’s soft moans and his skilled fist that pumped Peter’s growing erection only sinfully made his own cock twitch.

“Mmm…Loki…” Peter breaths out, grabbing hold of the edges of the tub, whilst sinking backwards and closing his eyes. The sensions of pleasure intensify in the pit of his stomach while his pulse flutters every other beat. He’d never known a hand-job to be this enjoyable until now. His mind could barely think straight so thinking what else Loki could do to him was out of the question. Albeit he wouldn’t put it past Loki to go above and beyond what he could have come up with either.

Within the next few minutes Loki pumped Peter faster and faster. Making sure to cover from base to tip with the occasional firm swipe of his thumb over the pearling precum slit. The room filled with both of their ragged breaths, Peter’s moans and Loki sweet nothings against the younger man’s ear. Also, Loki’s own erection throbbed with aching need, so much the strained bulge in his leather trousers forced him to slide his knees further and further apart.

“L-Loki…I can’t…” Peter stuttered, almost as if he was choking the words out on a strained breath.

“Let go, Little Spidey…Peter.” Loki whispers hotly against his ear.

The way Peter’s real name seemed to roll off Loki’s tongue was everything he needed. His eyes closed tightly and his jaw dropped wide open and a strained moan escaped him, as his release came over him. His release became diluted within the water and slightly rewarmed the water. The sight setting Loki off, a guttural groan escaping his lips from coming undone in his leather trousers, unable to stop it from happening. Both breathing raggedly for a while as they came down from their peaks. After some time however Peter’s eyes fluttered open when he felt like he’d returned to reality. His gaze landing on Loki hunched over the tub even more than earlier. Then he felt the slender fingers extracted from his softened member and left him feeling a little at a loss. 

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