A/N: Okay, it seems I need to make something clear to everyone since I've been pester in the comments and I've had to repeat myself multiple times, Peter's harem will all be Spider-Women related only, the only reason I made Loki a Female was because a really funny gag came to my mind and I thought it was hilarious enough to warrant the Gender change, that's it, that's the whole reason, it's for a bit, a gag, a funny haha, I've messed with the idea of turning Loki into Cindy Moon like how Thor became Donald Blake in the comics but no, Loki won't be in the harem and that's final.
[Third Person Pov]
Thor finally approached once it was clear Loki had been thoroughly subdued.
He stopped a few paces away, massive arms folded across his chest, and simply stared at the unlikely spectacle: his sister pinned beneath the Spider, still slightly smoking from residual electricity, while the mortal sat comfortably on her back as if she were nothing more than an unusually talkative chair. A low, rumbling chuckle escaped the thunder god before he could stop it.
"As entertaining as that was to watch," Thor said, amusement still coloring his voice, "what exactly are you doing here, sister? Did you come all this way merely to revel in my exile?"
Lady Loki let out an almost theatrical gasp—one so perfectly pitched that only Peter, still perched on her back, caught the subtle overacting. She twisted her head just enough to look at her brother with wide, wounded eyes.
"Brother, do you truly think so little of me that I would sink to something so petty?"
Thor's expression flattened into an unimpressed stare. Centuries of experience had left him immune to that particular tone.
"You've done far worse, and by a considerable margin. Need I remind you of the time your witchcraft transformed me into a toad for an entire fortnight? I still remember the taste of those flies."
"Hehehe…"
Loki had apparently decided to make the best of her current predicament. She rested her chin in one palm, kicking her legs idly back and forth like a girl lounging on a summer hillside rather than a goddess currently being used as furniture. A small, mischievous smile curved her lips.
"All in good humor, brother. Deny it all you want—I know you had your fun."
Thor's shoulders sagged. The brief spark of levity drained from his face, replaced by a heavy, despondent sigh.
"Just leave, Loki. I am not in the mood for one of your pranks. Not today."
The playful light in Loki's eyes vanished as though snuffed out. Her voice dropped into something low, solemn, and carefully anguished.
"I'm afraid I did not come here for amusement. I come bearing grave news from Asgard."
Thor went very still. Concern flooded his features at once.
"From Asgard? Is it Jotunheim? Have the Frost Giants begun their assault?"
Loki's gaze lowered. When she spoke again, every word was weighted with carefully crafted sorrow.
"It is something far worse. Our father… is dead."
The words landed like a physical blow. Thor froze where he stood, the color draining from his face. For a long moment he seemed unable to breathe.
Peter, still seated comfortably on Loki's back, merely raised one eyebrow behind the mask. He had seen better performances in daytime soap operas.
Loki pressed on, voice trembling just enough to sound authentic. Tears began to well in her emerald eyes.
"With your exile, the threat of war looming on the horizon, the burden became too great for him to bear."
A single tear slipped down Thor's cheek. His hands clenched at his sides, the weight of the revelation threatening to crush him.
Then a loud, exaggerated snore shattered the heavy silence.
Both siblings stiffened and turned slowly toward Spider-Man.
Peter was still sitting on Loki's back, head lolling dramatically to one side, eyes closed behind the lenses. His entire body rose and fell with each theatrical inhalation.
"Mimimimi… *SNORE*… Mimimimi… *SNORE*… Mimimimi…"
The silence that followed was almost painful.
Peter jolted upright as though startled awake, rubbing at his lenses with a closed fist while letting out an enormous, theatrical yawn.
"*Yaaaaawn*… Sorry. Must've dozed off somewhere in the middle of all that bullshit. Gotta say, though—you're a fantastic storyteller. Real emotional range."
Loki trembled beneath him, every muscle coiled with the urge to murder.
Thor looked between them, thoroughly lost. "W-What? What are you trying to say, Man of Spiders?"
Peter's tone flattened into pure deadpan. "I mean she's lying to you, dude. Get a grip."
Loki's head snapped around so fast her hair whipped across Peter's legs. "And just who do you think you are, calling me a liar?! And would you get off of me already?!"
Thor's expression grew deeply troubled. He clearly wanted to believe his sister, yet the mortal's absolute certainty gave him pause.
"Are you certain she is lying?"
"Are you certain she's telling the truth?" Peter shot back without missing a beat.
The simple counter left Thor without an immediate answer. He looked to Loki again, searching her face for any sign of deceit.
Loki's voice softened into something almost pleading, eyes still glistening.
"Brother, think carefully. Why would I lie about something so grave? I will freely admit that some of my past pranks went too far—but even I know where the line must be drawn. I would never toy with our father's life. I am being completely serious. Father could not bear the guilt of banishing you. You know how deeply he loved you—perhaps even more than he loved me. The thought that you might hate him for what he was forced to do… it broke his heart. He grew weaker by the day under the pressure of the Frost Giants' threats, until finally the weight of it all… extinguished him."
Thor stood frozen between them, genuinely torn.
Peter had given him no reason for distrust—his instincts and his eyes both insisted the mortal was telling the truth. Yet the alternative was almost unbearable: that his own sister would fabricate something so cruel as their father's death. He felt trapped between a rock and a hard place, the weight of both possibilities pressing down on him.
Peter, still perched on Loki's back, had clearly reached the end of his patience. He raised a fist and gave her a solid *thunk* on the top of the head.
"Just tell the truth already, you psycho."
"Ack—!"
Loki's hand flew to the smarting spot. Fury detonated across her face.
"You have defamed this goddess long enough, you impudent mortal!"
With a sudden, violent twist she finally threw him off. The two of them crashed to the shifting floor of the Mirror Dimension and immediately locked into a chaotic, undignified wrestling match—arms tangled, legs kicking, green magic sparking between them in short, angry pulses.
"This goddess is not a seat for your idle comfort!" Loki screeched as they rolled.
Thor watched in open-mouthed disbelief as his sister and the Spider grappled across the warped corridor like a pair of street brawlers.
"I'll punish you for your impertinence!" Loki hissed between clenched teeth, magic flaring hotter. "I'll curse you with my most violent hexes!"
Peter's voice rose into a blood-curdling, theatrical scream.
"Thor!! Get this crazy bitch off me!!"
"Sister, that is enough!" Thor finally thundered, lunging forward. He wrapped both powerful arms around Loki's waist and tried to haul her away. "You are dishonoring yourself by behaving in such a manner!"
Loki refused to release her prize. One hand remained locked onto Peter's mask, yanking hard enough that the fabric stretched dangerously; the other clamped around his throat while green energy crackled between them in wild arcs. The Mirror Dimension itself seemed to ripple in protest at the sheer volume of magic being thrown around.
Then the wall of mirrored space tore open like liquid glass.
Gwen stepped through first, followed closely by the rest of the Spider-Family. Every single one of them came to an abrupt, synchronized halt. The tableau in front of them was… a lot.
Peter lay on his back, both hands clamped desperately over his mask to keep it in place. Lady Loki straddled him, one hand still trying to peel the fabric away while the other squeezed his throat. Sparks of emerald magic danced around the pair like angry fireflies.
"Don't just stand there—help me!!" Peter shouted, voice cracking with exaggerated panic. "Can't you see your future husband is being sexually assaulted?!"
"WHAT?!" Loki's shriek could have shattered glass. "Sex—?! Ohoho! You wish, you putrid little mortal!"
Felicia didn't wait for further explanation. She sprinted forward, white hair streaming behind her, and cocked one leg back for a devastating kick.
"Wha—"
Loki released Peter at the last possible second and flung up a shimmering green barrier. The force of Felicia's strike still caught the edge of the shield and sent the goddess skidding backward across the corridor in a spray of sparks. She came to a stop several meters away, eyes narrowed in pure irritation at the newcomers.
Peter scrambled upright the instant he was free. Without the slightest hesitation he launched himself into Felicia's arms, letting her catch him in a full princess carry. He immediately clung to her and began sobbing at an operatic volume.
"Thank God you got here in time! That evil woman was planning the most nasty and *
vile things to me if you hadn't shown up when you did!"
"I was not!!" Loki roared, face twisting into something truly unhinged. "You disrespectful bastard! Keep defaming this goddess and see what happens!"
Felicia only tightened her hold, one hand gently stroking the side of Peter's masked head while she spoke to him in a warm reassuring tone.
"Shhhh~ It's alright, mama's got you now…"
Peter's fake sobs somehow grew even louder.
Loki jabbed an accusing finger at the pair. "See, brother?! That spider is the liar! He's trying to tarnish my reputation!"
Felicia shifted Peter so he perched more securely against her hip, then pointed straight at Loki with her free hand. Her voice dropped into a low, possessive warning.
"Listen here, witch. My future husband is off-limits. He doesn't belong to you."
"Yeah! You tell her, babe!" Peter cheered from the safety of her arms, still clinging tightly.
Lady Loki's entire face began to twitch. A vein pulsed at her temple. The look she fixed on the entire group promised that, one day, every single one of them would regret ever having been born.
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