Disclaimer in Chapter 1. Will add if needed.


Haven woke up to Death's voice, something that was becoming more and more common for her. "Mistress wake up. You have a meeting in an hour."

What was not common was someone else responding to Death for her, "Poke me with the scythe again and I shall snap it in two." A voice from beneath her grumbled.

"Apologizes God of Mischief, I was aiming for my Mistress."

"Why don't I believe you."

"Because Death can be a little shit sometimes." Haven muttered, rubbing her cheek on her strangely shaped pillow.

"I resent that Mistress." Death replied, "You do need to get up. You have a meeting with your Inner Circle in an hour."

"They're friends, not an Inner Circle." Haven muttered, "And the meeting isn't until noon."

"You've over slept, it is eleven o'clock."

Haven shot up immediately, "Shit!" She exclaimed, scrambling over Loki and from the bed. Haven ran for one of the doors to the left of the bed and disappeared through it.

Loki sat up with a huff and frowned at Death, "Shouldn't you be off taking souls?"

The being's hood angled down toward Loki, "That is what reapers are for. I only involve myself with important deaths. Mainly I help keep the balance in check but it mostly keeps itself."

Loki nodded and swung himself over to the side of the bed, "What is this meeting?"

"It's a meeting with my friends to see how my plans are coming along." Haven said, stepping out of the other room looking completely different. Loki felt his mouth go dry as he took in her appearance, she was wearing tight black pants with a black and silver belt that had stars studded across it and black leather high heeled boots on her feet. Around her breasts was an emerald green wrap that left her abdomen exposed and over top she wore a long sleeve hooded coat that went down to the tops of her heels.

"What..." Loki started before adjusting himself discreetly and trying again, "Is that the current...fashion on your realm?"

Haven looked down at herself before looking over at Loki with a raised eyebrow, "Not really, our realm has many current fashions, this is just what I'm comfortable in." She frowned, "Luna calls it my anime outfit."

"I think it suits you Mistress." Death said.

"Definitely." Loki rasped.

Haven brightened and brushed her hand down the coat, "Thanks!" She twisted her hair and then clipped it up with a black clip, "You want to come to the meeting with me Loki?"

"If you would allow me."

Haven turned to him with a small smile, "I'd like you to come but if you would be more comfortable staying and getting the explanation later then don't feel obligated to join me."

Loki cocked his head but nodded, "I would like to come with you."

Haven smiled, "Great!" Her eyes raked over his form, "While I definitely appreciate your armor it may draw the wrong kind of attention where we're going."

Loki looked down at his light armor with raised eyebrows before looking back up at Haven, "What do you suggest then?"

"What you wore to steal Mr. Schafer's eyeball should do for the moment." Death interjected.

Haven cocked an eyebrow at Loki, "You stole someone's eye?"

Loki fidgeted even as he used his magic to change into the fine suit and green scarf, "Yes..." he answered quickly before clearing his throat and looking away, "So, the Midgardian wear. What brought you to Midgard my Lady?"

Haven's lips twitched, "I was born here."

Loki's gaze snapped to her fully again, "I see, what realm did your parents hail from then?"

Haven looked amused as she crossed the room, walking toward Death, "Midgard, just as their parents before them and theirs before them." She slid her hand along the handle of Death's scythe, making it glow slightly, "We are native to this realm. Humans that were blessed with magic." A long, slim piece of wood popped from Death's scythe and into Haven's hand.

Loki scoffed, "Humans haven't had magic for almost a thousand years. It disappeared from the realm when I was about five hundred."

Haven tapped the slim piece of wood against her cheek as she looked over Loki again, "A thousand years ago was some of the worst of the witch burnings and the development of our heavy duty muggle repellent and concealment wards." She looked over to Death, "Would they hide us from that guy you where talking about, the one whose loyalty was skewed?"

"Heimdall." Death provided, "And yes, the wards that hide you from the rest of humanity are currently hiding you from Asgard." His hood angled down toward Haven, "Why do you think I enjoy Midgard more than the other realms?"

Haven huffed, "Biggest sustainable population, short life spans meaning more work, reality TV, your addiction to KFC...I could go on."

"All of that pales in comparison to the giant middle finger the entire magical community has given to Asgard by cutting themselves from their sight." Death replied without pause, its hood angled back toward Loki, "You are indeed back on Midgard God of Mischief. However there is no need to worry about being recognized where you are going. The magical community of Britain has very little interaction with the rest of humanity, they will not know of your recent deeds in America."

Haven raised an eyebrow at Loki but he looked away, his eyes down cast. Haven sighed, she knew way before Death had acknowledged her as his Mistress and had flat out told her, that the Fates hated her so she never expected to have an 'easy' or 'normal' soulmate. For a time she had actually feared that the Fates hate went so far that they would pair her with Voldemort...or Malfoy, Haven gave a slight shudder. Either way, she was prepared for the delicate work it would take to get her Soulmate to trust her. She hadn't been raised as part of the most loving magical family in Britain without picking up some tricks after all.

"Loki," he looked over to her with trepidation, "I have a rough idea of what Death is speaking of, a reaper alerted us to a sudden rising in war related deaths in the states at the same time, but I want you to know I will listen when you are ready to talk about it." Haven said seriously, her face open and sincere. "I won't lie and say we will agree on everything or that I will understand exactly what you are feeling but I will listen to what you have to say and I will try to understand your reasonings at the very least."

Loki stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and awe, emotions playing across his face quickly.

After several seconds of Loki's stunned silence Death turned its hood toward Haven, "Mistress I am going to Asgard to retrieve the first of your mate's brood. Do try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone."

Haven pouted up at Death, "Buzzkill."

"Indeed." Death said, its hood angled back to Loki, "Protect my Mistress God of Mischief. Don't scheme with her demons too much. I shall return with one of your children later." With that the eldritch being disappeared.

Loki shook himself from his shock as Haven approached, the slim piece of wood she had taken from Death's Scythe disappearing up her sleeve, "You have demons?" He asked curiously.

Haven giggled, "I think we all have demons Loki." Her hands dropped to clasp close her long jacket just at her exposed stomach, "The demons Death was referring to however are my best friends and older brothers; both of which are big, big fans of yours."

"Fans of death and destruction?" Loki asked without thinking.

Haven gave him a soft smile and hesitantly reached up to straighten his scarf, "Fans of mischief and chaos." She met his gaze steadily, "We both know those are completely different."

Loki's eyes brightened a bit and he relaxed slightly, "Yes, very different."

Haven gave a sharp nod, "Now, let's go shall we? We will have to contend with Diagon Alley crowds to get to the shop."

Loki offered her his arm, "I'm ready when you are my Lady."

Haven threaded her arm through his, "Good. Hold tight." With the Haven drew the shadows up around them and they vanished.