A year to Remember. Part 2, the Internship

Chapter 84:

"No this won't do", Loki scoffs staring into the mirror, he made the mistake of looking through a magazine and landing on the Retro-mode pages. With a flurry of green sparkles the red sequin shirt with open chest and bell bottom pants returns to his hoodie and jeans he's grown fond of.

Throwing the magazine away he grunts, "curse midgardian fashion", landing over the pile of the discarded. He's got half an hour to go and after just as long trying to find an outfit he succumbs, "Lady Friday? Any suggestions?", He asks through ground teeth, frustrated to be driven to his absolute desperation.

She capitulates, turning the TV in his room on and displaying each recommended choice. "If your desire is cool and fancy, may I recommend a black blazer with matching suit pants, an cotton emerald green high collar T-shirt. black platformed shoes, a golden watch for an accent".

Loki flicks his wrist, every item Friday displayed and recommended, Loki enjoying the look. He adds his own twists, a single golden earring to match the watch, hidden by his neck height hair. Nails decorated with a black background and gold flakes sprinkles atop. As derisive as he'd like to be, he's still one to compliment success, "Not bad Lady Friday, not bad".

Another minute of him looking over his ensemble goes before his door slams open, the big oaf walking in. "Keep that up brother and you'll tear the door off", Loki scowls, at the door and at the outfit Thor chose. "And really, your battle armour? This is a formal lunch".

"What's wrong with my royal lamellae?", Thor looks confused, scanning over his armour and cape, finding no dent or dirt on it. "It's the finest work of Asgard's armorers and metal-smiths, fit for Father's throne room".

Loki scoffs at the mention of Odin, choosing not to discuss it due to their plans. "It's a Midgardian affair", he reminds, shifting Thor's outfit into ash grey jeans, a brown bomber jacket on top of a black lace up sleeveless T. Finally, a Mjolnir silver pendant around his neck to hide the real deal; he may not be able to hold it, but enchanting around it with Thor's consent works well enough. "Much better, at least now you look presentable".

Thor can't disagree that he likes this, partly surprised that Loki didn't take that chance to embarrass him but more interested in the subtle worry eminating from Loki. "Before we go there's some rules we ought to discuss", Loki demands from him, pacing across the room.

"Peter's hearing is sensitive, keep your voice down", Loki starts listing, Thor nodding after every rule is read. "No mentioning Odin. No mentioning the Battle of New York. No lightning or using Mjolnir. No mention of your hunts or battles. Restrain yourself eating and keep it safe and be gentle for Peter".

The thunder god smiles at his pacing brother, gently grabbing his shoulders and lifting him in the air, not for a hug but for his attention. "Worry not Brother", he chuckles, noting Loki's pause as reason to let him down, "I can see this matters to you and promise to behave". Loki relaxes, "We're meeting his guardian, she's meeting me as the God of Mischief, that hasn't ever gone well".

"But it went well with Young Peter", Thor smirks through his challenge, a little pleased with himself that he saw an angle that the cunning and proud Loki didn't, "This is the woman who raised him, have hope brother" . It has an effect, Loki's gaze focusing on Thor, eyes slowing from their previous anxious scanning and onto Thor's face and words. "If you want to make a good impression, we might want to leave now and arrive early".

Loki nods, grabbing a couple of trinkets and walking with Thor to one of Stark's self driving cars.

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"Come on Peter!", May yells from the kitchen, Peter stumbling out of his room and rushing to the living room. "How do I look?", He asks, stretching out the wrinkles on his flannel button-up and cream shorts. May takes a quick glance at his outfit, turning back to the food replying, "you look fine sweetie".