Hermione was scared. Even under all her bravery and courage she was terrified. What if she never gets to see Harry, Ginny, her parents, Luna, Neville, Tonks or the Weasleys-Ron. Ron. Why did this have to happen to her?

As Hermione went to finish her seventh year at Hogwarts Ron went on to become an Auror alongside Harry. They have agreed on taking a break. Ron would be busy with all the training while she would be focused on her N.E.W.T.s. They planned on continuing their romantic relationship after Hermione had graduated and Ron finished his training. For the time being they would stay good friends. Everything went according to plan-not. Hermione realized that she could only care for Ron like she cared for Harry. It was terrible to look at at first but she had to confess to him. He told her that he too thought about it, that he too thought that nothing would work out but she never stopped feeling guilty for breaking (as she thought) his heart. She wanted to make it up to him.

And Harry, he was her family. She knew how hard it was for him with the war that tormented him and loosing many people that he cared about. She, Ron and Ginny were the only ones he now loved more than anything. Her disappearing would break down the walls he was now re-building. He had lost so much, she couldn't let him feel the anguish of loosing yet another one of the people he cared for, loved. She didn't have enough time with the people she loved and she also was only starting to find the bonds she lost with her parents. Hermione had to get out of here.

She needed a plan. A good one. She was in Asgard which meant that if-the-legends-were-true the travel device here was constantly watched by Hayemdall? Heimdal? She needed to look into that later. This meant that the options to get out were limited, one way out would be to persuade him-Heimdal to let her out, which she doubted was possible. The next was to find a loophole in the bifrost which might even not exist and the final was to take back her wand which she knew Loki wouldn't hand back easily. She could try taking her wand back and if that didn't work she had to find a way into the library to study the bifrost. However, to do so-

Pain.

Tiny little needles were poking into her wounded hands. She shut her eyes tight and waited for it to end just as they poured more of that liquid into her wounds.

"Mm." she breathed quietly.

"Is that hurting you?" Loki had raised one of his eyebrows.

"Is this ethanol? It hurts just like ethanol does." this wasn't too bad and she actually sometimes enjoyed the pain ethanol brought along with it, it was actually the reason she didn't use magic over small cuts. Ethanol was quite addicting when poured over cuts but you never really can get used to it. She always ended up regretting the ethanol but wanting the needles back.

"What? "

"Umm … I meant… Umm, what is this?"

"It's water blended with Midgardian salt crystals. We will use a healing potion afterwards, however it is essential to remove the how-do-Midgardians-call-it ah, yes, pathogens."

"Can't you just remove them using your magic?" she asked as if it was obvious.

"I am of the Asgardian royal family, 'tis not my duty to attend the ill."

He had pronounced this resembling the pure blood wizards who were all 'so proud' of their heritage. An image of an 11 year old Draco Malfoy flashed in her mind. Her unapproving face caught his attention.

He now clearly saw that she was just like any other naive, trusting, 'good' girl. How could he feel sorry for bringing her here? She would probably be just like the others who pity him.

Suddenly, he started feeling a hate towards her.

"You seem rather dischanted. Wait, do not proceed to tell me. You think I am supposed to be better, you think that being raised in such a noble family should have made me a well mannered person. You expected more." he huffed shaking his head. "Now you will tell me that I should try being 'good', just like Thor. If not for myself then for my family or someone I 'love'." he finished putting his hands to his heart.

"Wow. You just saw right through my soul. How did you do it?" Hermione asked with sarcasm filling her voice. He shot at her, she was now in defensive mode, ready to strike.

"No. What I wanted to say was that you are a damaged person. And I am certainly not sorry for you." his expression changed. "With a father like Odin who always saw your brother above you, you just adapted to survive. You had a miserable childhood and you are now hurting people as a call for attention. And now you will call me pathetic and remark that I am beneath your 'pureblood-royal' status." she didn't mean to say 'pureblood', however, her words came out as calm as she wanted them to. If someone was to guess on the topic of the discussion without hearing the context they would have assumed that she was talking about something calm and pleasant.

Did she just try to get away with insulting him. No, nobody dares to speak to him in that manner. He can not let this slide. If it's a war she she starts; it's a war he declares.

"I might forgive your insult towards me this one time, howbeit, you have also disgraced the All-father. I'm afraid he is not as forgiving as I am, if he might have accidentally overheard this, you would be sentenced to an extensive time in our prisons."

"Oh, are you trying to threaten me now?" Hermione Granger will not let him win so easily. One good thing about her childhood encounters with 'Malfoy' was that she learned to come up with witty responses almost instantly.

"Yes. I am, and if that does not work then remember that I always keep my daggers with me. Cuts resembling the ones on your hands can appear on your neck. It would even be too easy, you truly are vulnerable."

Before letting her speak he addressed the caretakers.

"That's enough. With this attitude she doesn't deserve a healing potion, just put some bandages on her hands." he smirked.

They got out of the room he was leading her somewhere, dragging her after himself, holding her forearm. They still haven't exchanged any words after his last command, yet.

"That-your command had confirmed my theory. You are a child seeking for attention. You want to be superior to others. "

"Should I be honoured that some halfling speculates on my behalf?" He meened to offend her.

It hurt her. First she was called 'mudblood' and now she's some 'halfling'.

"You're doing it again. Telling me that you're a royal didn't work, then you tried threatening me and now you are trying to put me beneath you. Tell me Loki of mischief and lies would you still wear a brave face if I had access my wand?"

She missed out 'God' in his title and she did it on purpose. She wanted his anger to grow to a level where he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Your attempts at getting your 'wand' back are truly pathetic. Did you truly think that I could be distracted by those weak words?"

"No, but I did hope on it." said she as lunged forward and grabbed the small dagger in his pocket. She turned around to have it before his neck. He looked scared? Why was he silent? She would have swapped his life for for her wand, however, she knew that he would trick her. It was time to run and hide.

After a while she moved her hand back, took a few steps back, turned around and proceeded to run. A figure before her appeared and instantly stopped her, it was Loki. That means that she was threatening an illusion? Before he had a chance to tighten his grip she jumped back. There were now 5 of him-them. She was surrounded but if she was to be caught she would only be caught after a fight. One of them moved toward her, sword in hands. She just kept dodging it not being sure whether it's real or not.

With a swooshing sound she was protected by a tall blonde with a big, muscular figure.

"Loki! Stop your tricks immediately! What will father say when he finds out that you are up to your old tricks. "

Loki obeyed the man, a few green flashed and he stood there, alone.

"Hello brother. How was your trip?"

The man, no, Thor ignored Loki turning to Hermione.

"Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm alright. Thank you for stopping him. No, but he does have my weapon I would like to have it back? Please." Hermione was rushing her words feeling relieved.

"Loki, would you return this Lady's weapon and apologise. Then I shall escort her back home."

Yes! This was perfect.

"You have no knowledge of the full story, Thor. It turns out that Lady Hermione here might be the last living Amarallys Orenda. The All-father had commanded me to escort her to a room from where she would not be able to escape just like she was trying to do now. And the weapon she eagerly wants back would be a magical 'wand'." Loki said innocently.

"Is that true?" Thor looked at Hermione, concern in eyes.

Bloody hell. Hermione couldn't lie, they would figure it out instantly.

"Yes" she admitted. "but you have to help me get out of here, I don't belong here."

"As much as I would like to do so, I can not go against the All-father's wishes. Howbeit, I can escort you back instead of Loki. If that is alright."

A flash of disappointment passed her face.

"Yes, please." Hermione managed.

"I can't let you do that brother. If she somehow gets away it would be my fault so I will be accompanying Lady Hermione too" again he had his stupid smirk on his face.

"Oh, Lady Hermione, I would like my weapon back."

Hermione stared at him venomously and passed him the small sized dagger. She didn't need any words to communicate to Loki, her eyes gave everything away. Scribbled on them was on single phrase Loki understood as soon as he saw it.

'I'll watch you burn.'