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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[jotunheim_reject]

Perhaps he should have spend more of his time doing research on this, or at least thought it through more thoroughly and how this was going to work. As it was, he didn't really know what else he was supposed to do, apart from the way he looked and sounded. How was he even supposed to kiss him in this?

Loki slowly stood up, the cult icon figure towering over Peter and seeming to fill the room. The laboured breathing, supposedly through apparatus, but actually just a sound effect Loki added into the illusion, filled the room.

"Peter... I am your father." He was sure that the quote was correct, though in hindsight perhaps not appropriate.

Plan B.

"Show me your lightsaber, Peter."

Before Peter could interpret that for the filthy innuendo Loki intended it to be, he levitated a toy lightsabre hilt towards the birthday boy. He grasped another in his own hand, a red beam of light growing from it where normally only plastic tubes would pop out.

"Go on. Turn it on, Peter..."

[spider_m4n]

"This is insane..." Shaking his head lightly, Peter found himself taking a step back, his backpack squeezed between him and the door of his bedroom as the Darth Vader in a bow towered over him. He looked like him, sounded like him, but was the Star Wars universe real then?? He was both excited and terrified at the same time.

"Ah... Ah... Loki? Loki is that you or--?"

He knew his name! Darth Vader was saying his name and this was beyond taking a photo with a cosplayer at a con or going for a meet and greet at Disney, this was mindblowing in almost a dangerous way. Was his heart beating faster? Hell yeah, it was like drums in his own ears!

"Mr. Skywalker, I--"

Before he could finish say a one full sentence, his own Anakin/Luke/Rey lightsaber toy was force-lifted and floated for him to grab. THAT WAS ACTUAL FORCE WIELDING. And then Vader's lightsaber lit up?! Peter wasted no time, pushing the fake button and noticing it actually yielded for the first time. A beam swished out of it, illuminating him with its blue glow.

Peter's knees gave up right then, making him drop to the floor as he tried his best to keep the weapon still.

"This is crazy. This is crazy!"

[jotunheim_reject]

This... This was going well, wasn't it? Peter looked like he was losing his mind, and there were moments when Loki wondered if he should stop this, if he'd gone too far. But honestly, as fond as he had grown of the boy, Loki did live for this kind of chaos.

He brandished the lightsaber, the blue and red glows of light bathing Peter's cheeks in a primary glow that reflected that skintight suit that he wore as Spider-Man. Loki raised his chin, but the helmet barely seemed to move. Peter looked every inch the boy that he was on the floor at his feet. But a boy that was a year older now, and that meant a lot to the Midgardians, even if it felt like only a fraction of time to Loki.

"On your feet, child. Fight for your honour. Bring me to my knees, if you dare."

It was a challenge, and Loki was already primed to lose. Peter would need to unwrap his gift soon.

[spider_m4n]

Fight for your honour? Okay, if Darth Vader wanted his head he wouldn't take his time. Or wear a bow. Peter knew this was basic logic. And yet his brain seemed unwilling to cooperate.

"Please don't destroy my bedroom or my things." The buzzing noises his lightsaber made sounded even more realistic than the ones he and Ned often tried at the stores. He wondered how it would be to actually cut something with it, but the last thing he wanted was to test that theory at the moment.

As requested, he rose to his feet despite of his wobbly legs, the look on his face a mixture of pure determination and terror. He held his saber firmly with both hands, trying to mimick a pose he'd seen in plenty of promotional pictures as he held it by his head. That was kinda dangerous though, wasn't it?

Come on, Spider-Man. Come on Spider-Man!

Almost tempted to apologise for it, Peter delivered the first blow.

[jotunheim_reject]

Loki had complete control of the illusion and had every intention to make the beams of light pass through any surface they touched without harm. Although, Peter's plea did bring out the wicked side of him and he couldn't stop himself from considering a little mayhem and destruction in the cramped space. But no, Loki was the one that was confined to living here. He didn't want to live like a rat on top of everything else.

He braced himself, adopting a fighting stance. A single long sword wasn't his style though. He preferred daggers for throwing or getting up close and seeing the look in their eyes as he stabbed them.

Unsurprisingly, Peter's first blow wasn't especially effective. Loki blocked it easily with his blade, the resistance between the two sabers very real, the blades singing in a buzz. He threw his weight forwards to push Peter back, then twisted his wrist to swing the lightsaber around to Peter's shoulder. He didn't intend to hurt Peter, but he couldn't help himself: The blade scorched through one of the backpack straps like it was paper and dropped away.

He'd fix it later.

"Do better." He commanded.

[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..."