That's what you call magic ?

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters used in this story. They belong respectively to Marvel and JK Rowling.

Note : This story will take place in an alternate universe where the events of Thor/Avengers/Harry Potter ATDH happened broadly during the same time frame. The story will start 4 years after Voldemort's defeat, which will coincide with the start of the Avengers plot. Marvel's and Rowling's characters therefore live in the same world, even though they are not aware of it at the start of this story.

Sci-fi / Adventure / Romance

Loki / OC

Harry Potter/ Ron Weasley

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Chapter one : Boredom and imaginary assignments

*And I've been told I'm the monster…*

Loki could hear them running about above him, their laughs and elated conversations muffled through the heavy ceilings, several floors of inches-thick stones separating him from his captors, obviously ecstatic about a newly found distraction of theirs.

He was starting to grow bored after a few weeks confined in his cell, even if he was a tiny bit amazed by how every single day seemed to offer him something new to observe and study, as if all of this bad joke was nothing but a school assessment. He had even named this mandatory course in its head, a bit bitterly though. "Midgardian masters of magic", that's how it went. *What a scam*, he thought.

Even locked in the basement in the darkest corners of the mansion that was obviously these midgardians head-quarters, he had been the witness of many things and had done his best to swallow-in as much as he could without even looking like he cared. But he did care. Truly. And he wasn't sure if he was happy about that fact, or if he resented it. *masters of magic… with the unlimited power that magic could grant, is it really what they want to achieve with it?*.

He still struggled to understand their motives. He wasn't the only one locked up down here. He was one amongst a dozen at least, for what he could see from his cell to the depths of the dark corridor whose ends he couldn't see in the dark. But he was no common prisoner. He knew that. His captors knew it too. But did his cell mates ? Most of them had been quiet for days. Agitated at their arrival, like all of them were, trying to figure out where they were being kept, who was locked down with them, how they could break out. Most of them knew each other already, friends for some, but most likely allies in battles that they had won. Well… battles they thought they had won, judging by their distress down in the cells and their surprise. Loki didn't know what had happened in this war before he had landed –crashed, to be accurate – on Midgard, but he understood that, as always, mortals had found a way to fight over something and to destroy each other in the process. How trivial. All he knew was that his dungeon companions also pretended to master magic, since some of them had tried to magic their way out of here, only to find out that these cells had been designed to prevent anyone from using magic within it. *Really ? Any kind of magic ? Sure about this ?*. Loki chuckled with a grin at this though, too careful to let any more sound echo in the dimness of the dungeons.

As the din was getting closer to their corridor, Loki returned to his favorite spot, sitting on the ground in the far left corner of his geol, picking a book – favor that he was the only one to have been granted – to pretend he was nothing but interested in the fuss going about, while his eyes were actually spying every glimpse of the entertainment they could decipher in the gloom. He already knew what would happen. The only cells left in the wing were the one surroundings his, on his side and opposite him, as if his captors wanted to keep him hidden from the other prisoners. *Pretty efficient, so far*.

All he could hear were the familiar voices of the men detaining him, which was odd, because every other time they had brought someone in, they was still some struggle left in the captive. This time, there was none, as if the prisoner had already given up. Or maybe he had been knocked down. The seconds that separated Loki from the answer to that question seemed to last an hour. Oh by Yggdrasil, he was so bored!

He was relieved to see that the answer was the latter option, because it meant that the captive had still some resistance to offer them, which meant more distraction for him in the upcoming days. Less boredom. More minor details to study and build a nice and rich assessment paper for his imaginary assignment. How diligent of him!

So resistance there was again. And a proper resistance that had forced them to beat him down properly judging by the blood on his face and the state of his clothes.

Loki swallowed as he had to correct his observations in his mind. Not his clothes. Hers. They had found a way to capture a woman again. And Loki knew fairly well what would happen. Women never stayed that long in the cells. And he would be bored soon enough again. As his disappointment reached his stomach, he decided that this new distraction was not worth wasting any more attention and returned to his book, going back through the pages that he had pretended to read just a few minutes ago.

*So, is now the time when you find out what a proper master of magic can do?*.* Soon*, he thought. But it wasn't the first time he had thought this. He had been thinking about it for a while now, but couldn't put a finger on the reason that had prevented him from proceeding.

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When the cell bars closed with a loud grinding noise, she took a deep breath and opened slowly her eyes. *So that's where they've been hiding all along?*.

Without a sound, she moved her hand to her right shoulder, touching lightly the tiny bump on her skin that made her stomach unwind and managed to make her smile. *Oh, bad idea!*. Smiling hurt. It made her cough. Coughing hurt. She was coughing blood. She had to rest. The night would be long. *Or is it day already?*.