**A request from Spidypool1 who (thankfully) cured my writers block! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!**

Peter had been close with his Uncle Loki since his childhood, though they had only been publicly close since a few years ago, when Thor had started bringing the 'redeemed' God of Mischief.

~flashback~

Peter played in his room, making his action figures fly around and crash into the aliens, which were played by his teddy bears. His mom was out at a meeting, but the rest of Peter's family was out on a mission. It was Peter's 6th birthday, and he was excited for his birthday dinner later. His daddy promised to be home!

There was a boom from outside, and Peter jumped, feeling scared. He bounced onto his bed, pulling his blankets over his head, and curled into himself, feeling very much afraid. He hated any loud noises. Thunder storms were pretty awful for the child, but explosions in the city were even worse.

The child's face was screwed up in fear, and large tears were rolling down his cheeks.

There was another noise in his room, pulling Peter out of his panic, and he peeked his big, doe eyes out of his blanket.

"Hello?" His room appeared to be empty, and that only made the child cry harder.

"I want my daddy," the child whimpered into his bedding, which was turning a deep, dark blue from his tears.

There was a soft purring noise, and Peter was surprised to see a black cat cuddling up next to him. The boy reached out a trembling and nervous hand, and the kitty craned its neck to get up to his palm. Peter giggled and rubbed the kitties head, only for another explosion to shake the tower, and for Peter to begin bawling again.

"Peter," FRIDAY's voice came on over the speakers in his room. "Your mommy said she'll be up soon, but she's stuck in the elevator right now, which isn't moving."

Peter barely registered the AI's voice and simply continued crying.

The kitty tried getting closer to the boy, nuzzling its way into Peter's arm, but the little boy was too upset to register it, and simply pushed him away. There was a shift in weight, and Peter became aware of a much larger person in his room.

Peter looked up. Sitting on the edge of his bed was a tall, thin man. Dark hair cascaded around the man's shoulders, and his emerald green robes were pooled around him. Peter didn't care if he knew him or not, he simply crawled over to him and wiggled his way into the long arms of the God.

"Hello, little one," Loki murmured. Though he was known for being tough, cold, and unfeeling, there was something about the child that made him melt a little.

Peter cried his little heart out, clutching at the man's robes tightly. After a few moments, he felt better, and pulled his face away from the man's neck.

"I'm sorry, sir, who are you?" The child had a slight lisp, making his question come out more like "I'm sowwy, sir, who ar woo?"

Loki chuckled softly. "I, dear child, am Loki. Who are you?"

"Peter," the boy sniffled. "Peter Stark."

Loki's eyes widened slightly. "I know your father well, young Peter, he is a good man."

Peter smiled. "My daddy is the best, he makes the most yummy grilled cheeses!"

Loki smiled and then picked up one of the toys Peter had discarded on the floor. "Who's this?"

"That's Uncle Steve!" Peter's face, still red and splotchy from crying, split into a grin.

Loki laughed lightly. For most children, this action figure would be Captain America, but for this little boy, it was 'Uncle Steve'.

The God watched the child play, before he heard an explosion closer to the Tower, it was the closest one by far. "Peter," Loki said softly. "I have to go, but I loved playing with you today. Can I visit you again?" Peter nodded excitedly, and Loki places a soft kiss on the boy's curls.

The God got up, stretched, and started to prepare his magic before he thought of one more little detail. "Can we keep this a secret, Peter? Your father and I have known each other for many years, but we are not on the best of terms right now."

Peter smiled and nodded his head.

~Present day~

That was 10 years ago. He'd gotten little visits from his Uncle Loki every few months for the 6 years following their first introduction, and then something changed. Loki was 'redeemed' and suddenly, he was coming around much more frequently. It was hard to not let slip that they'd known each other for years, but both Peter and Loki were infinitely glad to have more time together.

It have been a while since they seen each other, though. Nearly a full year, actually, and Peter was starting to really worry about the God. Even when Loki was away or busy, he had never missed one of Peter's birthdays, and his 16th was almost over now.

How do you call a God?  Peter racked his brain, trying to remember if his Uncle ever told him anything about contacting him. All Peter knew about God (or Gods in this case) was that you could apparently pray to them.

No hurt in trying, the teen though, with a slight shrug. He closed his eyes, trying to focus. He'd never prayed before, and he honestly didn't even know if this would work.

"Uh, Uncle Loki? I don't know if you can- can uh, well I mean," Peter stumbled over his words, feeling more than a little awkward. "I don't know if this is going to work, but it- it's my birthday. My 16th birthday, and you never- never really miss a birthday, so I was- was just-" Peter suddenly heard thunder ripple across the sky, and lightning illuminated the room. Peter jumped, still scared of loud noises, despite feeling better now that he was older.

"Peter." The teen turned, surprised to see his Uncle Thor at the door.

"Uncle Thor!" Peter ran to his uncles arms. "What are you doing here? Are you here for my birthday?"

Thor chuckled lightly. "Yes, young Spider, I am."

Peter furrowed his brow, confusion flashing across his face. His uncle was never this quiet. "Is everything okay?"

"Peter, I heard you praying," the God started, and Peter blushed heavily.

"You heard that?"

"Yes, nephew. Before we have dinner with everyone, I need to show you something."

Peter nodded and took Thor's outstretched hand. In a moment, they were on Asgard, standing in a lush meadow.

"Asgard? Wow, Uncle Thor, this is the coolest place ever, thank you so much!" The teen gushed at his uncle, his excited bouncing shaking curls into his eyes.

"Peter, I am more than happy to show you around, but I need you to see something here first." The God pointed over Peter's shoulder, and the boy turned. A dark stone was standing about 30 feet away, and Peter's heart sank. He moved towards it, his feet taking him closer and closer to the heartbreak he knew was waiting for him.

"Hey, Uncle Loki," Peter whispered, staring down at the tombstone in front of him.

Loki Laufeyson ~ God of Mischief ~ Beloved son and brother

Peter kneeled down and held his wrist to the stone. Letting out a string of webs, he added something to the stone, just after the word "brother"

...and Uncle.

Peter sat back on his legs, taking a deep breath.

"Hey, Unlce Loki. I tried praying for the first time today, which I think you would have thought was funny," Peter took a pause, trying to hold back his tears. "I don't know how this happened, but I just wanted you to know that I love you. And I miss you. And I wish I could have been there with you. In any case, I-"

Thor interrupted the boy. "Young nephew, I don't want to interrupt, but we must be going soon if you want to make it back in time for dinner." Peter nodded, and Thor retreated back a few steps to give the teen space to finish his goodbyes.

"Sorry about that. We're having family dinner for my birthday, I wish you were going to be there. I was just thinking about when we met, actually, how you were so warm and comforting. When you were redeemed and came to see me "for the first time", I was told you'd be cold and distant. It was so weird to me, Uncle Loki, 'cause as far as I could tell, you were one of the nicest, most kind people I knew. Anyways, I just thought you should know that. I love you, and I'll come visit again. Goodbye."

Peter returned to Thor's side, and took his hand, noticing out of the corner of his eye a black cat, sitting in the grass near the dark stone the teen had just been standing at. He started to call out, but Thor was already moving them, and he landed back in his room before he could even get his words out.

"-Cle Loki!"