Today simply wasn't his day. Firsty, he had found out that his 'dear' brother had went off to yet 'another' battle taking Lady Sif and the warriors of three with him. Later it was revealed that he had to assist the people by distributing food to keep up the image of a 'noble prince' and now the all father-his father had asked for his presence. Great. This was just an insufferable, irritating, ill-fated and unfortunate day for Loki. Where in the world were all the 'Mischief and Lies' today?
"Son"
The word "Father" traveled after a brief pause as if Loki was about to ask life changing question.
"You have shown great assistance in the villages," Odin stood up "although my assignment for you today is not finished."
"What do you wish me to fulfill for you father?"
"Habitually I would have assigned this for Thor since the task is not of your preference, however, judging by the circumstances he will not be back in time. I want you to travel to the 5th realm-"
"Midgard?"
"Yes. Do you remember the Polygon? Where I once commanded Thor to bury the sacred stone?"
"I can commemorate on it."
"I fear that someone has the intention of using it for their own deeds. I need you to retrieve the stone for me. If someone decides to take it do not hesitate to attack. Is the assignment understood?"
"Perfectly."
"Then you shall get started." Loki's shoulder was patted twice before he saw the look in his father's eyes, Odin's eyes were battling in questions.
Turning around in silence the figure which belonged to a 'God of Mischief and Lies' vanished from sight. He was heading towards Heimdall as his mind was sinking in a pool of thoughts.
…...
Hermione Granger had just awoke from a long nap. Looking at the time from her 'small muggle light box' as Ron called it she started panicking. It was only an hour before sunset.
"No, no, no, no, no." She looked at the small parchment which she had previously written as her hair was being tamed by a vast bristle brush.
"Vse horosho Germeeona?"(Is everything alright Hermione?) she heard an old voice call.
"Da, konechno. Prosto opazdivaiyu."(Yeah, of course. Just a little late.) she replied.
Hermione opened and carefully eyed the map before her, cautiously examining the shades of green and yellow. With one last glance at the print she disapparated into nothing.
Hermione Granger was on an educational trip, no-this was her vacation and it had been a year since the battle of Hogwarts and she had finally graduated. This meant that she had take her time and truly relax after suffering the intensity of the Second Wizarding War combined with the stress of taking her N.E.W.T.s, however, since this was 'Hermione Granger' she just had to mix her break with education. As a vacation she decided to learn some Russian while visiting the Russian wizarding school of Koldovstoretz.
She had also decided to experiment a little, finding out that some plants affected by immense radiation could potentially increase the effects they gave she wanted to get some dittany. She was in an advantage, Kazakhstan was a bordering country within which there was the Polygon. 456 nuclear explosions, extremely radioactive even after many years-sad but perfect for the dittany she was hoping to find. Who knew how the increased healing powers of it could benefit her.
Standing on the terribly dry land Hermione let her thoughts wander as she looked around for the plant. Ah! Perfect, she found it. Just before reaching towards the plant she felt herself drawn to something. Turning around and walking a few metres back until her legs decided to stop her she found herself facing a stone. In size it was a little smaller than the resurrection stone but the magnificent colour had hinted that there was definitely something magical about the rock. A moment later Hermione's fingers were twirling around it as she picked it up. A jolt of electricity passed through the nerves in the hand confirming her suspicions, looking at it sceptically she hardly noticed a rainbow light forming behind her.
….
Looking towards his feet Loki acknowledged the dry, now slightly burned grass under him. Taking a step forward he froze in shock. A young woman's back was turned to him, brown-gold hair laying on robes-unlike the midgardian ones he usually saw. 'This must be the 'someone' who wants to use it for their purpose' as soon as the realization hit him he sent out a magical wave that must have thrown her off her feet but to his surprise she turned around and blocked the spell by ficking a stick and saying something which to him sounded like "Protego Duo."He sent out another blast of power to hurt her, then again, with a flick of that wood she blocked it.
The girl decided to speak up before facing another attack "Chto vam nuzhno? Zachem vi menya atakuete?"(What do you want? Why are you attacking me?) This was Russian.
He spoke back."Ty ne obiychniy midgardetz. Ty k tomu zhe ne russkoiya. Kto ty na samom dele?"(You are not a normal midgardian. Certainly not Russian. Who are you?)
"Hermione Granger." she answered in a cautious tone still holding her wand tightly."A kto ty?" (Who are you?)
"I see you are an English speaker, I am Loki of Asgard and I am-" he vanished quickly appearing behind her confused form with a dagger to her throat. He then violently grabbed her wand using his free hand and just as he saw her hand going inside her pocket he stopped her.
"I advise you to stop, whatever weapon you are planning to take out of your robes will certainly not be able to save you, this dagger will lay inside your neck before you manage to perform your little trick. " he shifted the dagger closer to her neck. "Or I can decide to torture you in the most terrible ways. Maybe small cuts to start with, then I will slowly cut those pretty little ears-"
"Try your worst, believe me I can handle it."she shot back.
Casting the wand away he held her tighter. Irritated at her for interrupting him he whispered venomously in her ear. "Who do you answer to? Who made you come here?"
Believing it was her last chance now Hermione pushed the dagger from her neck away not caring about any deep wounds assuming that once she gets home safely she'll heal them. Now a Hermione with bleeding hands around a small stone which she forgot she ever had was standing facing a Loki in rage.
"What the bloody hell do you want from me?" she was now screaming with water dripping at the side of her cheeks.
Loki observed how her blood on the rock had turned silver. Silver? He thought of her as a midgardian magical species, now he saw that he was wrong. Only Asgardian blood would turn silver on the stone. He needed to bring her back to Asgard. Relying on his lies he came up with a plan.
He smirked. "I want the stone which you are now carelessly painting in your blood."
"Give me back my wand."
The wooden piece of art appeared on his palm as he slowly approached the girl.
"First, I need the stone back."
She handed him she stone as he cast it away. "My wand. Give it back."
He held out the 'stick' and she reached for it with her bleeding hands. Just as she touched it, it disappeared with a green shadow over it and her body was captured in a forced hug. She tried to get out, however, Loki's arms were wrapping around her much too tight.
"Heimdall send me back!" were the last words she heard before being surrounded by a bright light and passing out overwhelmed with the sensation of being split apart.
