Sometimes Lily felt that being born into a magical family brought along more problems than solutions. She had graduated from Hogwarts with both Lucy and Hugo and while it was wonderful that she had family her age it was annoying to always be compared to them.
It was impossible to avoid comparisons in the Weasley family, with so many of them it seemed every personality type was taken, but it still didn't make it any less irksome. As a result Lily took it upon herself to be the exact opposite everyone else. She didn't get a job after graduation, no internships, no travel; she did everything she could to come off as a typical rebellious muggle teen. She went out to dance every night. She lived off her parents couch and food. And in one memorable moment flew her father's prized Firebolt ('A work of art' her Uncle Ron had dismayed) while engaging in…ahem questionable activity with a Hogwarts fling. It was exactly one year after graduation that her parents apparently had enough.
Her parents had made some Floo calls and arranged for Lily to join her cousins in the States and live the summer off as a muggle. And if that wasn't torture enough, which in Lily's opinion was beyond cruel, her Aunt Hermione had pulled some strings to give Lily enough credentials to take some basic muggle courses at a muggle school.
It was unfair and just because Rose and Molly were weirdoes that wanted to live as muggles didn't mean that she wanted to do the same. It wasn't fair and Lily was sick of hearing how happy New York had made Molly. Or how Lucy was more grounded and mature. Or how Rose had finally let go of her "crippling" fear of love. Rose didn't have a crippling fear; she just acted like a stupid insecure girl and to top it all off almost caused an international incident.
It was with those thought that Lily arrived fuming at the muggle airport and all the while she could not wait for Rose or Molly to lose their temper and kick her out. Living on the muggle streets would freak her parents out and Lily would be home enjoying the comforts of wizard-life faster than you can say Quidditch. Or at least that was her thought until she saw the group that came to pick her up.
Lily had met her cousin's friends on that memorable day they "buried" Rose. Which in all honestly ruined Lily's day as she was forced to wear an itchy black cloak to give the appearance of real grief. She was already irritable (Why did Rose get away with breaking the law?) and having to put on something so hideous, so she wasn't in the best of moods when she met them. All she remembered was when her uncles and male cousins all teamed to give the greatest TALK to her cousin's companions. That and the fact that Molly was dating the muggle equivalent of a Malfoy.
Uncle Percy had turned into a very interesting color at the mention of the wizard equivalent. Actually so did a lot of her Uncles. Although James seemed to almost burst of glee when he heard that piece of information but so did she so who was she to judge?
They were all waiting for her with an obnoxious banner that Lily thought was rather pointless. The Weasley hair was always a giant give away. She dragged her feet towards the mismatched group with hopes of a quick summer already on her mind. She could already feel the curious glances at her muggle clad figure and for once in her life Lily wished that they would write her off as a Potter and let her be.
But that didn't happen because she was in America and apparently people here were crazy and experienced life altering situations.
"You'll love the chairs that Tony has," is the first things that Lucy says as she incased Lily in a hug.
And apparently they had nice chairs too.
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"Well I don't know why mum thought it was such a big deal. I mean it was only a party. It's not like I snuck out and got married to the bloke or something," Lily chatted away to one of her fellow classmates.
She has been enrolled in a theatre class, well a costume making class but it was a division of the theatre department, and Lily couldn't help but feel that her family had finally done one right. She still disliked the idea of having to live with her cousins but the strange muggle company helped appease her temper.
"I know, right! I remember when I was a senior in high school my mom practically screamed herself hoarse when she found out I spent a night in a mixed dorm. Honestly, it's not like I was going to sleep with a guy in front of people."
"I imagine she wouldn't let you go to my school. I went to this boarding school and it was so ridiculously easy to sneak into the boys dormitory," Lily said with a sigh, "It's like adults like to delude themselves into thinking we're stupid then get all shocked when we prove them wrong."
"Yeah! Exactly, I never thought about it like that but I totally get where you are coming from. Ohh, I like the color you added on that piece. Is it to signify how Juliet was rebelling against her family?"
Lily nodded as she continued on with her work all while happily exchanging adventure tales with her desk partner. Even though Lily was only making period costumes for her class she did learn how to use a sewing machine and she badgered Molly into buying one so she could practice at their apartment. She wouldn't be making any great contributions to her wardrobe but a start was a start.
Plus this new found interest meant Lily could happily use her parents money to buy juicy muggle magazines all while using fashion inspiration as the reason of purchase. She had just bought one before class that day and she eagerly started to go through it when she felt a shadow fall upon her shoulder.
She snuck a glance at almost shudder at the Snape-like person that sat on the bench. She had been in enough trouble to warrant trips to see the headmaster, giving her ample opportunity to memorize the form of the Slytherin headmaster and she could honestly say she never thought she would see a reasonable likeness of him in a muggle bench thousands of miles away from home.
It wasn't just the hair but he even had the whole Slytherin colors going for him. Honestly, can a man be any more obvious. Something must have shown in her expression because the man in turn narrowed his eyes as he glanced her way. Since she was feeling charitable she figured she would do society a favor and tell him about his cliché clothes. Really, it was just the humane thing to do.
"Do you purposely dress in a way to make it easier for people to identify you? I would think someone like you would be more subtle," said Lily.
"Someone like me? Have we ever met?" the man questioned.
"Well not personally but with clothes like that it's not like I need too. It's so obvious you're a rebel of sorts. And the hair! You've obviously been hiding away if you think it is okay to walk around in public looking like that," Lily said disdainfully.
"My hair?"
"Yes your hair. I mean those spiky waves would look wonderful…on a girl. And the leather! You can just hear it proclaiming 'Look-I'm-trying-my-best-to-go-against-my-parents- expectations'"
The man narrowed his eyes even farther and Lily swore she felt some malevolent aura flicker in the air but she always had been a bit melodramatic.
"You're one of them too," accused the man.
"What a girl? A fashion critic? Sane?"
"No one of those females hanging around those…Avengers," he said with great distaste.
"Oh, you mean my cousins. Yeah, unfortunately we come from the same gene pool but I got lucky enough to inherit some semblance of normalcy. Even though no one appreciates it," Lily finished with a haughty sniff.
"At least you get along. My parents set my brother out to destroy me," said the man as he tried to win in a bizarre version of my life sucks more than yours.
"They sent me here to become more Weasley-that's my last name by the way- never mind the fact that I'm a genius in my own right," said Lily
"Although I guess I should thank them since they did send me to a place to cultivate my mind," Lily added as an afterthought.
"And this power, how does it manifest," the man said after a moment of silence.
"Mostly in the form of reckless action but it does occasionally manifest in the name of fashion in the name if fashion. If you want I can help you make a better outfit. We can make you blend in more otherwise you're brother is going to be able to kill from a 50 mile radius and most of society would probably cheer him on. I mean all leather? With that hair, it's like begging to be placed in the most wanted list."
"Why should I care what humans think of me," the man said as he stood from the bench. In all honesty Lily had no clue what this guy was. Obviously not human since he knew the Avengers but other than that he was a wild card. But right now Lily was just too bored to care.
"Because apparently they make nice chairs," said Lily as she recalled Lucy's greeting.
This seemed to stop the man as he faltered a bit from his stance.
"And you shouldn't care what your brother says either since he is probably the reason you are such a walking disaster," Lily continued to plow on, "If you want we can go get ice cream and marvel at the nice furniture humans make while plotting a way to make our families miserable."
The man got a curious look in his eye before he broke into a wide smile. Well it was obviously a fake one but Lily vowed to see a real one before the week was out.
"And where would we see this nice furniture," said the man.
"Tell me your name first. It's only fair since you know mine," said Lily.
"You never told me your name," the man mused.
"Oh," Lily went red with embarrassment, "Sorry I'm used to everyone knowing my name since my dad is 'famous' and stuff. I'm Lily. Lily Potter," she said.
"Loki," he said after he settled Lily with a questioning gaze.
"Grand! Now, technically I'm banned from Stark Towers right now after I set some machine on fire when it talked to me but I can zap as in. A few destroyed buildings are nothing in the great scheme of things," Lily said happily.
"Well this certainly wasn't what I had planned when I escaped my prison," Loki murmured.
"I didn't plan on having this either," confessed Lily.
At Loki's quirked eyebrows Lily explained, "Life altering situations. It seems that they're a thing here."
Not a lot of Avenger action or even Rose or Lucy or even Molly but I did grow to like Lily. I based her a bit of Calvin (from the comics) and Loki was drugged up on prison food so that is my explanation of his characterization. Well that and I have no clue what his character is like since I have yet to see Avengers. Although I did enjoy the individual hero movies.
This was a requested pairing that honestly I never would have dreamed of making but I've grown to like it. Hopefully it was to your liking.
I've been a bit busy with life and I wasn't really pressed to add more to this story but I am leaving for Spain in a week so I might come back full of ideas. Though in all honesty you won't see anything for a while since I have exams coming up and a ton of things due before Easter break is done. But hopefully the craziness of Lily/Loki can keep you satisfied until I can cook something else up.
I wrote this while hyped on mocha at three in the morning yesterday and then finished the rest of it and edited it at one in the morning today with an addition of even more mocha so it's probably riddled with grammar mistakes and the works so feel free to poke fun.
Any request, suggestions, comments I will happily take so leave a review if you can.
