Own Nothing.

One-shot:

He groaned as his eyes fluttered open, looking around. He saw two ginger haired people staring back at him. "She really knocked him out good." The female whispered, looking at who he figured was her sibling.

"You really shouldn't have done that to her mate. She's furious." The ginger haired boy help him up, giving him a cup of water. "I'm George and this is my sister Ginny. We were visiting Hermione when you appeared and scared her."

"Who?" He asked, as he pushed to his feet.

"Hermione. She doesn't like tricks being played on her. Learned that one early." George smirked as he pointed over to the curly brunet woman sitting at the dinner table, ignoring them. "You better apologize mate, she doesn't look happy."

Loki looked over to the ginger man and raised an eyebrow. "How can you tell?"

"That mug she's holding is about to shatter any second now." Ginny stated. "Me and George are heading back home before that happens. I'm pregnant and George has a shop to run, we haven't got the time to be killed today." She gave him a small smile.

"So good luck mate." George patted his shoulder then quickly turned to look at Hermione. "See you at Sunday night dinner 'Mione?" He winced as she glared at him. He sighed and turned back to Loki. "Pray for yourself." Then he and Ginny went to the fire place and floo out of Hermione's home.

Loki stood there, staring at the woman left here with him. She returned her stare to her cup and waited for his next move. He took a few steps towards her, until he was a few feet away. "I am Loki."

She cut him off. "I know who you are. I also know what went on in New Mexico a few weeks back." She sighed and stood up. "But if you ever scare me like that again Odinson I will kill you." He took a step back as the power jumped off of her like bolts of lighting. He has never seen such power radiate off of a Earthling. "Understood?" He nodded, still in shock. "Good now because you scared me, you're cooking dinner."

She led him to the kitchen and nodded towards the stove and fridge. "How can you trust me?" Loki asked, he was less insulted and more curious of this woman.

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you without magic. But Norse mythology says your a good cook. So hop to it Trickster." She smirked and left the room.