Happy... day (for spider_m4n)

[jotunheim_reject]

Birthdays weren't a completely unheard of concept to Loki. Plenty of cultures in the Nine Realms celebrated birth dates, name days, life days, and so on. A day of worship in the name of someone simply being; Loki liked the idea, but what was he going to celebrate? Abandonment day? Kidnapped and held hostage and lied to for the rest of his life day? He didn't even know if the Jotunn celebrated such things, while the people of Asgard in their sparkling and fertile land celebrated everything and it all blended into one anyway.

There were limits to what he could do for Peter, while still in hiding from the TVA in the Midgard boy's bedchamber, but fortunately he had somehow found himself cared for by the least materialistic being in all the universes. Magic still didn't cease to impress Peter and, that, he could give him a never ending supply of.

Magic and his body. They were the gifts that Loki had at his disposal. Not the first time they had been given, but still fresh and not worn down yet.

It took some thought; considering books and comics, shows they had watched together on Netflix, games they had played, the posters and figures in Peter's room. Loki had it in his power to give Peter his ultimate fantasy, he just wasn't certain what that was.

The magazines hidden in the bottom of his wardrobe made a compelling case, an equal share of swollen breasts and huge, thick lengths that didn't surprise Loki in the slightest. But ultimately, Loki wanted something more specific, something that he'd heard Peter talk animatedly about even when Loki clearly wasn't interested. Something he knew from evidence time and time again that Peter loved.

That was why when Peter came home from school on his birthday he walked in to his room to find Darth Vader wrapped in a bright green bow and breathing heavily on his bed.

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[spider_m4n]

It wasn't that shocking, for Vader to block him like that. It was strange, in a way it didn't feel as different as fighting Ned with their toys in their Halloween costumes. But then Vader pushed him back against the door and for the first time Peter could truly feel the warmth coming from that red lightsaber. The buzz was louder as it approached his shoulder, cutting the strap of his backpack, the one the bag had been hanging from.

It dropped heavily down at his feet, Peter's heart skipping a couple of beats painfully in clear terror.

Suddenly things felt very real.

He launched himself forward, the blade swinging with more strenght, before the boy kicked the Sith to gain a little more room. Without thinking, he twisted his wrists, forgetting about the lenght of the saber and cutting through the wall as he bumped his bracelets together, activating his webshooters. It took a moment for them to expand, to take its proper form. But soon he was aiming them at the villain, webbing him up.

[jotunheim_reject]

Was that fear that he was inspiring in Peter? The expression that showed on his face, at once both slack and wide looked like it. Loki wondered if he could even hear his heartbeat over the sound of the sabers, although that could also be his own. He didn't intend to scare Peter, but Loki's instinct was intimidate or be intimidated and having the upper hand was always the position that he preferred.

Peter kicked him and he managed to remember that his ultimate plan was to let the birthday boy win, so Loki fell back again, the Darth Vader illusion stumbling and then preparing to go on guard. His heart seemed to rise up to his throat though as Peter swung the blade, suddenly looking a lot less in control. It was okay! It was okay... Loki could fix the wall too...

And then it wasn't the lightsaber hitting his body, but webs. Loki had seen them in action, but he hadn't had them turned on him before. They hit a lot harder than he expected, wrapping around his body until he stumbled back, managed to miss the bed, and landed on the floor. The lightsaber extinguished the moment he dropped it.

"Peter! Peter! Stop!" it was Loki's voice now, not Darth Vader's. "It's me!"

[spider_m4n]

It was hard to explain, the rush that hit him as he watched Darth Vader fall, wrapped up in his webs. Suddenly it all felt very real, the lightsaber not being toys anymore, but his weapons the ones he used almost in a daily basis. It was real, exciting, made him wish he was wearing Jedi robes and --

And he was almost knocked out of his day-dreaming.

Peter stood there in the middle of this room, still wielding the lightsaber, eyes wide as he stared down at the iconic villain speaking at him in what sounded like a British accent.

The light of the saber was inhaled back into the toy. Peter dropped it, right away kneeling to try and yank the webs off Loki.

"I asked if it was you! I wasn't sure if the TVA had brought the real Darth Vader or if the universes had collapsed or what! You can't scare me like that!"

[jotunheim_reject]

The real Darth Vader? Loki was confused. This Darth Vader was fantasy, wasn't he? Nothing more than a play in those movies that he had watched with Peter. Why would Peter worship a villain otherwise? His ideals of what was right and what was wrong were far too strong to admire the man in black armour otherwise.

Still, Peter liked Loki, did he not?

"Why would the TVA leave a Lord of the Sith in your bedroom?" He asked, completely confused. "I did this for you, as a gift. Did you not see the bow? I intended for you to unwrap your present once you had defeated me."

Which, technically, he had still done. Even if not by lightsaber duel.

"Can you remove the helmet please, Peter?"

At least he could give him the final part of the gift still. He'd put so much work into making sure that he'd got this right. He'd seen Darth Vader unmasked, and he wasn't very appealing. But Anakin Skywalker... Loki had checked and double-checked that he understood the origin story correctly. He had perfected Anakin under the mask. A Light side Anakin for a would-be Jedi like Peter.

[spider_m4n]

"I - I don't know! I asked you if that was you and you didn't answer. I - I - I panicked, Loki!" He spun on his spot to point at his backpack, its strap ripped apart. "And you broken my backpack! Another one. Do you have any idea how mad May will be with me once she hears?" At least that could be easily fixed. All things considered. He hadn't exactly sewen a lot when making his original, homemade Spider-Man suit, but he had been forced to fix it plenty of times after his first adventures. He could fix that.

"Unwrap my present?" He had almost forgotten about the bow, truly believing he was under some sort of danger. He felt a bit foolish now, afraid he had completely ruined Loki's surprise. As the god gave him the new request.

Stepping in, he was almost hesitant as he placed his hands on the iconic helmet. His heart was beating faster, soon racing, for even though he now knew for good that this was just one of Loki's games, it still felt super realistic.

Lifting it, his face said it all.

"Ah.... Wow, but..." He had expected the redeemed Anakin, bald and old. Anakin still made sense though. It would be super rude to correct Loki from his mistake, wouldn't it? Because even if Darth Vader looked like Hayden Christensen, good part of his body should be burnt.

This was still the most mind-blowing thing ever.

"You... Even the scar.... you..."