Author's Note: Good day my loves! I hope you've all had a wonderful week! I'm quite thrilled to share this chapter with you. Now, while it may be a filler as we prepare for the action to go crazy on Midgard, there are some very pivotal events in this! I am warning you now that the rating is important for this one. Alright, go ahead and enjoy! Thank you to my reviewers, followers, and favorite-rs! You're all so fantastic!
Disclaimer: All non-original characters, plot points, and information belongs to those at Marvel Studios, Warner Brothers, or J.K. Rowling. The title, "Wolves without Teeth" comes from the song of the same title by the fantastic Of Monsters and Men. The cover photo is a mashup I created from photos found on Google. The story plot and dialogue belongs to me. I do not write for profit.
Full Summary: In the age old fight of good versus evil, two souls converge in a battle to stop the end of all worlds. With the universe crumbling around them, Loki and Hermione find themselves connected by more than just their magical abilities. A myth becomes reality when an old foe comes tearing through the realms seeking revenge upon those who wronged him. What will happen when Loki and Hermione discover there's much more to their connection than meets the eye? Will they be forced to sacrifice everything they've ever wanted in order to save the nine realms or will love prevail?
Wolves without Teeth
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Loki Laufeyson
Rating: M (Rated Mature for adult language, violence, and sexual situations)
Part Nine: Awakening
Song Recommendations: "Love the Way You Lie" cover by Colton Dixon, "Awake and Alive" by Skillet, "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica, and "Howl" by Florence + the Machine
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"Cast enough illusions and you forget what is real."
— Frigga
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Awakening
Thousands of lanterns floated through the sky, joining the stars in the endless night. From his secluded balcony, Loki watched the tiny flames as they disappeared into nothingness. It was impossible to see the funeral pyre from his location, but he didn't need to see the burning body of Odin to know he was no longer of this world. Already, his ghost was a haunting memory that weighed down, not only Loki, but Thor and the others as well. Glaring skywards, Loki wondered if perhaps he should feel even the tiniest bit of remorse over the loss of his so-called father. The late god had helped raise him after all, but the idea of caring that Odin was gone made Loki sick with fury. Scoffing, Loki glared once more at the dissipating lanterns before turning and entering his bedchamber, the doors slamming shut behind him.
In the two days since Fenrir's attack at the engagement feast, Loki found himself isolated within his bedchamber, and his mind. After admitting her misdeed, Hermione managed to get her emotions in order long enough to repair the fractured wards. However, once she'd finished this task, Hermione retreated to her own room, refusing anyone's entry. Unfairly in his opinion, Loki was returned to his room to await further instructions. Unfortunately, he'd been left alone for much longer than desired. This allowed him plenty of time to attempt communication with Hermione through their telepathic connection. Hermione was blocking him somehow, making it impossible to communicate in any way. Even attempting to view her with his diamond proved useless as her ring was apparently still tucked away in a drawer. It was incredibly maddening to be shut off from everything and everyone, especially Hermione.
With a frustrated sigh, Loki threw himself on top of the canopy bed, remembering Thor's words from earlier in the day. Thor appeared that morning, rousing Loki from his slumber and asking if he planned to attend the funeral. Disgusted with the idea, Loki demanded Thor leave, only to return when the lying wretch was burnt into oblivion. Naturally, Thor was appalled with Loki's lack of consideration for the situation. After Thor left him alone, the reality of his hurtful words echoed inside his skull until he wanted to scream and tear at his hair. Refraining from doing just that, Loki made the guards send for his brother, who returned swiftly. Then, as he stared into those sad, blue eyes, Loki apologized to Thor before asking him to visit him once the ceremony was concluded. Unable to answer, as he was overwhelmed with emotion, Thor simply nodded before grasping Loki behind the neck, reassuringly. Loki narrowed his eyes at the canopy above him, hating how sentimental Thor tended to be at times. It made hating him that much more difficult.
It was not long before there was a knock at his door. Attempting not to roll his eyes, Loki called out for whoever it was to enter while remaining on the bed. The door was pushed inward revealing his brother who looked rather rough around the edges. Loki pushed himself into a sitting position and eyed Thor wearily as the door was closed once more. Both were silent, clearly engrossed in their own thoughts for the time being. The two of them stared heavily at one another until Thor cleared his throat and gestured to the foot of Loki's bed. Considering the unspoken question, Loki nodded in acquiescence before watching carefully as Thor placed himself on the bed.
"It is done then?"
"It is."
Unsure of what else to say in regard to Odin's funeral, Loki decided to veer in a different direction. He folded his hands on top of his lap and crossed his ankles. "How is Jane faring?" Thor seemed surprised by the question, lifting his head to examine Loki's face.
"She is remarkably supportive. She and Darcy have planned a funeral feast for the citizens." Closing his blue eyes, Thor shook his head sadly. "I am expected to make an appearance, of course, but I wanted to come visit with you first. Perhaps, you would like to join us?" When he opened his eyes and observed Loki's startled look, he laughed. I am jesting with you, brother."
Smirking, Loki expressed, "For a moment, I thought you were the mad one."
"Simply trying to lighten to mood."
Loki, nodded solemnly. "What happens now?" Relaxing against the footboard, Thor shook his head, those blond locks of his tumbling about his tired shoulders. It was a question Loki ached to know the answer to. Would he be forced back to the dungeons? Were they going to travel to Midgard in search of Fenrir? When would Thor ultimately take the throne? Was Jane going to remain in Asgard? What of Lady Lewis…, and Hermione. Most importantly, what would happen to Hermione? He needed to know if she was going to be branded as an abettor to Odin's murder. It was her lack of regard to the wards that allowed Fenrir to find entry into the palace, after all.
As his brother stretched out his legs so that they were facing one another, Loki couldn't help but be reminded of all the times they'd sat like this as children. It all seemed so long ago now, a different life entirely. Frigga and Odin were both dead. All they had now was each other, and even on a good day, neither could guarantee the other their allegiance. In essence, their future was hanging in the balance. Unfolding his hands, Loki reached out and pinched Thor's ankle, attempting to get him to answer the one question he dared ask aloud. He received a light kick to the thigh in return, followed by a glare.
"I will have to take the throne."
"When will this happen?" A twinge of jealously radiated through Loki at the very thought of Thor being the new King of Asgard. Granted, it was a long time coming, but it still hurt regardless.
"The Coronation will happen after we defeat Fenrir. I will serve all duties demanded of me, for the time being, as I did while Odin rested in the Odinsleep, but now it will be more for preparation." It was about this time that Thor noticed the bitter look upon Loki's face and decided they may be heading into dangerous waters. "Enough about the throne for now. I suspect you have other queries to ask of me." He gestured for Loki to voice these questions.
"Has she spoken to anyone yet?" When Thor merely shook his head, Loki continued, "You are not planning on persecuting her, are you?" Feeling slightly relieved at Thor's sudden shocked expression, Loki allowed himself to exhale the breath he'd held, fearing the worst for Hermione.
"Why would you even ask such a thing, Loki? Father's death was foretold by prophecy. Did Hermione make a vital error in judgement that resulted in an earlier death than we planned? Yes, but she is remorseful. So much, in fact, that she refuses anyone's entry to her chambers. Jane and Darcy have gone there now to try to rouse her to come out." Thor allowed a silence to overtake the room as his words settled over Loki. Finally, he rubbed a hand roughly over his face. "Have you not tried to contact her with your abilities?"
"Of course, I have, brother. She is blocking me somehow, and I cannot view her with the diamond either. Do you assume I am so horrible to cut her off for what she's done?!" Being reminded of his failure to reach out to Hermione sparked an anger inside of Loki. Realizing this, Thor held up his hands in an attempt to show he meant no harm.
"I was only curious. There is no need for such anger, Loki." When the Jotun continued to glare at him, Thor tried to think of a way to avert a major crisis. "If Jane and Darcy are unsuccessful in their attempt, I will escort you down to Hermione's quarters after the feast, myself. How does that sound?"
Irritated, Loki turned his head away, unsure whether he should bother getting his hopes up. His heart ached to see Hermione—to hold her in his arms—but there was no way to know whether or not Thor would find a way to betray him. Snorting, silently, Loki realized it was he that was the one prone to betrayal. Returning his attention to Thor, Loki nodded once.
"That would be most kind of you."
"Very well. I will make the arrangements." Thor made to move from the bed, but Loki reached out and firmly grabbed his ankle, stopping his actions. "What is it, brother?" Loki promised himself he would ask Thor about Hermione's past so he could better know this mortal the fates deemed his soul mate. However, he truly did not know where to begin. Brushing a hand through his hair, the mischievous god sighed and closed his eyes briefly.
"What do you know of Hermione's past? There are times where such sadness permeates our connection, especially when Draco is mentioned. I noticed it the night Fenrir attacked, and on a number of other occasions as well." Thor appeared astounded with the question, remaining speechless for a moment or two. Patience was not one of the virtues Loki possessed, so he crossed his arms and quirked an eyebrow indicating he was waiting.
"I only know what Jane has shared with me. Hermione has experienced much heartache over the years, and I assume that is why her friends are as possessive of her as they appear to be." Leaning forward, Loki pointed at Thor aggressively.
"What has Jane told you? I want to know as much as possible."
"Have you thought to ask Hermione yourself?" Irritated with such an idiotic question, Loki sniffed disdainfully.
"I am planning to discuss it with her, but I do not want to go in completely uninformed. Everyone appears to know much more than I do when it comes to Hermione, and it is disheartening given our circumstance." He narrowed his eyes, and Thor sighed heavily.
"You know, of course, about the Wizarding War, she participated in?"
"Yes, we've discussed that briefly, and I read the book she authored." Glancing to the side, Thor looked for a way to lead into the next bit of information, he was privy to. Jane shared the stories with him in confidence, and he worried that betraying that may hinder more than help the relationship between Loki and Hermione. Realizing his brother's hesitation to share, Loki sighed, indicating his impatience.
"If it eases your mind, I will not openly tell Hermione you've shared such private details from her life." A relieved expression overtook Thor's features, and he visibly relaxed. Loki did not realize betraying Jane's trust was such an egregious experience for the god of thunder. As someone used to lying and scheming his way through life, Loki was slightly put off by this fact. Nevertheless, Thor pursed his lips and nodded once.
"You know that she and Draco were a couple at one point, then?"
"She mentioned this to me fleetingly," Loki muttered, unsure where this was headed. "However, she only told me a vague description of the situation."
"What Jane has explained, is that Hermione and Draco were very much in love. There were even rumors of marriage. However, it was found that he was previously betrothed to another woman. The document was magically binding, so the two separated. Hermione spent years trying to eliminate the laws that dictated the Wizarding world. When it was all said and done, however, Draco decided to stay with his wife. Jane believes it was because they had a child together. Perhaps, if he never fathered a child, things would have been different—he might have gone back to Hermione." Loki remained quiet, sifting through the tale.
"Do you believe she still loves him?" The question was whispered, as if Loki feared the answer. If Hermione harbored emotions for another, Loki was unsure whether he felt comfortable pursuing her affections. He was always one to take what he wanted, but with Hermione, it was different. With her, he wanted what Thor and Jane had—a slow-burning kind of love that overwhelmed the senses and made each day worth waking up for. It was ridiculous and uncharacteristic of him, but he wanted it all the same. Never having had anything of his own, was it so horrible to want Hermione for himself? Was it selfish of him to wish she no longer loved this Draco character?
"I am unsure, brother." Breathing deeply, Loki accepted Thor's answer. The only way to know for certain would be to ask Hermione himself, and even then, there was no true way of knowing. Deciding he shouldn't keep Thor any longer, Loki stood from the bed and walked around, stretching his legs and trying to appear unaffected by the prospect of competing with a mortal for Hermione's love.
"Is that all? There is nothing else I should know about her past before asking her to open up to me?" It was pure luck that Loki turned to face Thor after asking that question, or he might have missed the dark look that briefly flashed through those blue eyes. Clenching his fists, Loki stalked forward. "What is it? What do you know? Are you keeping something important from me?" Being lied to was one of his least favorite games, not counting the deception he was prone to conceiving. Thor ran a hand through his blond locks before standing to face Loki.
"There was the baby."
Smirking, Loki let out a small bark of uncomfortable laughter. "She has a child?"
"No," Thor mumbled, clearing his throat. An apprehensive feeling overcame Loki, almost as if he was afraid to hear what was said next. "She had a miscarriage. It was years ago, but Jane suspects it was the beginning of her spiral into depression." Being prone to the disease himself, Loki knew what it was like to feel so low, such despair that you no longer wished to live.
"She should not be left alone."
"Darcy and Jane have gone to see to her. I've already explained this to you. After the feast, I will return and allow you to see her as well, if that is what she wants." Anger flared to life within Loki, and he lashed out, stepping forward until he was nose-to-nose with the thunderous god.
"Hermione believes she's committed a heinous crime and locked herself away in her chambers. Do you not see the problem with such a situation? She's closed off her mind from me and refused to participate in everyday activities—this could be a disaster waiting to happen, and you are doing nothing to rectify it! She probably fears the worst, believing that you hate her for what happened to Odin." Seething, Loki used all his strength and shoved Thor backwards, who tripped, stumbling into the dresser and causing trinkets to scatter and fall to the floor. Loki decided he cared not that Thor was grieving; he followed after him and grasped the front of his armor. "Do not fall back into your old ways, brother! Do not forget the compassion Jane opened within your heart! Have you even bothered to speak with Hermione about Odin's death?" Eyes shimmering with rage, Loki's lips peeled back to bear his teeth when Thor shook his head. Letting go of the armor he held so tightly within his fist, Loki backed away from Thor, his face distorted with anger. "I am disgusted with you, brother. You are supposed to be the benevolent one, yet here you are torturing Hermione's fragile soul." Done with his tirade, Loki exhaled heavily and turned away from Thor, who was leaning haphazardly against the dresser where he'd been thrown.
Fists still clenched tightly, Loki's first instinct was to swing when Thor laid a hand upon his shoulder a few tense minutes later. Prepared for such an attack, Thor caught the appendage easily, holding it within his own. He did not let go until Loki showed no further signs of fighting him. Putting some space between them, Thor rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. "I have been foolish, brother. I will go and check on Hermione before the feast."
Loki stared heatedly at Thor, his heaving chest slowly calming as his breathing returned to normal and the anger raging inside of him subsided. Not risking saying something he may regret later, he opted for nodding in understanding as he took in the remorseful state of Thor. Believing their conversation, to be over for the time being, Loki let down his guard, his eyes softening. Opening his mouth to express the oaf best be on his way, so he wasn't late, a strangled sort of 'oomf' burst out of him as Thor reached forward and pulled him smack against his hard chest. He wriggled, trying to get free, but Thor only held him tighter.
"Thor, what the ever living hell?!" The bone-crushing hug his brother was attempting to force upon him was unrelenting. "Let me go this minute!"
"Absolutely not, brother. Accept the embrace for what it is, a token of my forgiveness." That certainly halted all of Loki's movement.
"Forgiveness?" The question was slightly muffled due to his face being so squished against Thor's shoulder. "You really have gone mad."
"Perhaps." Relaxing his hold, Thor sighed, his breath ruffling the hair on Loki's head. "Now, would you please allow me this one embrace?" Instead of answering, the shocked Jotun relaxed his arms and slowly brought them around to return the favor. Once he held his brother, he found his eyes closing more out of comfort than to hide the wetness there. When was the last time anyone willingly embraced him? He could not recall. He hid behind his illusions and tricks so often and for long that real affection was nearly a foreign concept. Loki could feel walls crumbling the longer they stood there; arms wrapped around one another as brothers rather than enemies. Could Thor truly forgive him his transgressions? Was there hope for him yet? Not wanting the peace to end, but starting to feel uncomfortable, Loki slowly released his hold and pushed back, sighing in relief when Thor allowed him to do so.
"You have truly changed, Thor. I can almost stand to be in your presence these days." The smirk on Loki's pointed face threatened to become a true smile, so he glanced away, shoving a hand through his dark hair. Thor reached out and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him fondly, his eyes kind.
"No, brother. You are the one who is changing. I believe Hermione has been a virtuous influence on you." He released his hold and made for the door, but turned back. "I must ask something of you; that is, if you wish to go to Hermione's chambers later."
Unsurprised at the catch, Loki rolled his eyes, hoping the peace between them would not be broken, yet. "And what would that be?" He crossed his arms and stood staring at the unsure look upon Thor's tanned face.
"If I do this for you, you must promise not to try to steal the throne from me." When Loki opened his mouth to protest, Thor held up his hand, a hard look in his eye that indicated he was not done speaking. "If you promise not to fight my rule of Asgard, after we defeat Fenrir I will help lead a war against Thrym and the other Frost Giants on Jotunheim who have wronged you. I will help you secure your rightful place as ruler in that realm. Do we have an agreement?"
Shock was the only emotion Loki could currently feel. He blinked foolishly across the room at the God of Thunder, attempting to untangle the mess that was his thoughts. Thor was going to help him secure the throne of Jotunheim? It was unbelievable, and yet; he looked completely serious. There was no trace of a smile, smirk, or even a twinkle in those insanely blue eyes. Schemes began forming in the back of Loki's mind the longer he thought about it, so he shook himself out of his daze and stepped forward to thrust out his hand. It would be unwise to question Thor about the details at the moment. Such an agreement, especially with him of all people, was a precarious mistake to make. Part of him wanted to deceive Thor like always, but the other half; the newly reawakened part of him wanted to stop with his illusions and tricks. He smiled sincerely when Thor shook his hand, sealing the deal. "It is settled then. I will return later to retrieve you."
Loki watched in silence as Thor exited the room before closing the door and moving to his bed. His sat down heavily, dropping his face into his cold hands. Thor was right; he truly was changing, but then again, sharing a soul with someone so kind as Hermione would do that. He only hoped that being bound to him wasn't hurting her in any way, particularly now that he was more attuned to her past. There would be no more walking lightly with her. When Loki saw Hermione later that evening, he would be certain to make her aware of his feelings and have her open up with him, of that he was sure.
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The second knock upon Hermione's closed bedchamber door was much louder than the first, and Loki couldn't help wincing at the troubled expression Thor had on his face. Apparently, after leaving him earlier, Thor did, in fact, seek out Hermione to apologize for being so distant since Odin's death. Loki listened intently while they walked from his room as Thor explained how she accepted his apology but still declined coming to the feast, all while never leaving her bed. It scared Loki more than he would care to admit that she was refusing to answer the door even though she'd told Thor it was alright for Loki to visit if he wanted to. Taking a deep breath, Loki sent out his limited magic to check that she was still on the other side of the blasted partition. He could sense her magical signature, but it was faint. A swell of relief radiated within him when, at last, there was a slight sound of movement from within the chamber followed by a quiet, "Come in." Thor and Loki shared a nervous glance before the former stepped forward and pushed to open the heavy door.
It took a second for Loki's eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room as he followed Thor through the open door. The room seemed stale and claustrophobic with the balcony doors pulled shut and no candles lit. Stopping a few feet from the bed; the two brothers stood side by side taking in Hermione's form where she lay across the bed. Thor cleared his throat and spoke softly, "I've brought Loki to see you, Hermione. Do you still wish for him to stay?" Slowly, Hermione readjusted herself under the fur blanket she'd tucked up around her body. Loki's heart beat faster taking in her lethargic movements. She sighed once before opening those russet eyes of hers that Loki loved so much. The hauntingly hollow stare she gave him, accentuated with the dark circles underneath those eyes, chilled Loki to the bone. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her dry, cracked lips, and she nodded once.
"He can stay."
Beginning to back away, Thor smiled sadly. "Would you like me to come back later to return him to his chambers?" Loki eyed her still form, hoping she would allow him to stay longer than what Thor was insinuating. She shouldn't be left alone in this state, that much was certain.
"It's okay. I can take him back when we're done talking." Easing the breath he'd been holding out through his nose, Loki tried not to appear as relieved as he felt by hearing those words.
"Very well. I will see you two tomorrow. Goodnight." With that said, Thor nodded and made his exit, pulling the door shut behind him. Once he'd gone, Hermione closed her eyes once more and tucked the blanket back up around her bare shoulders.
Instead of jumping right into his questions, Loki wandered over to the balcony doors and gently pushed them open. Ever since being released from the dungeons, he couldn't stand to be closed in. Breathing deeply, he allowed the cool air from outside to fill his lungs, releasing some of the tension that'd coiled inside his chest over the past few hours. Once he was calm, Loki walked into the room and stood a few paces from the bed where Hermione lay. Staring down at her brought back a fragment of that tension, but it was nothing compared to how he felt when separated from her.
Deciding he could no longer stand the heavily silence, he closed his eyes and asked, "Why are you blocking me out?" Hearing rustling, Loki peeled open his eyes and watched as she sat up, the fur blanket falling to pool at her hips and revealing the simple navy camisole she wore. His eyes shot to the tops of her breasts where the ring dangled elegantly on its chain. Tilting his head, he questioned her. "If you are wearing the ring, then why am I unable to communicate with you? I thought you still had it locked away."
Hermione smiled faintly, tucking a stray curl behind an ear. "I honestly didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to be left alone for a while." She glanced away then, biting at her chapped lip. It took everything in his power not to rush forward and comfort her. She shrugged just as Loki was about to ask his questions again. "I knew you would try communicating with me, so I used Legilimency to block your mind from my own. It's a very advanced skill, one I've always struggled with, but it appears that with the Rime Diamond and my power increase, I'm able to use it now." She stared up at him, those chocolate eyes sad, and his cold heart broke.
"Why would you want to block me out? I, of all the people here, know what it's like to be on the negative end of situations like this." He tried to appear reassuring, but the smile came out all wrong—more of a grimace really. He let the attempt slide from his features, watching as Hermione shuffled to the edge of the bed, the entire time keeping that fur blanket covering her hips. Loki began to wonder if she even had anything on besides the camisole. His mouth went dry at the very thought, but now was not the time for such inappropriate musings. In an instant, a barrage of emotions pounded into him as Hermione reopened their mental link. It was enough to send him stumbling back a few steps, his eyes going wide. Once he found his footing once more, he chanced a glance at Hermione—she was peering up at him through her eyelashes, a remorseful look upon her usually cheerful face.
Releasing the death grip she had on the fur, she held out her hands, palm side up. "You see now why I blocked your mind from my own? I didn't want you to feel my anguish…my regret. It's overwhelming, even for me. I was afraid it would scare you away."
Dropping to his knees, Loki dragged himself across the floor with his knees until he was eye to eye with Hermione. His green eyes roved over her face as a cool wind blew in from outside, making her curls sway slowly. The starlight made her chocolate eyes glitter, and tentatively he reached out to cup her soft cheek. "I do not mind sharing the burden of your sorrow, Lady Granger. The fates know I have experienced my own share of it over the centuries."
Leaning into the cool touch of his hand, she closed her eyes. "That is not a good thing, Loki. I don't want you to hurt more than you already do." Her eyes opened sluggishly, and found his emerald ones. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything for you."
Worrying her bottom lip in her teeth, Hermione tried not to cry at the intensity of that promise. Her eyes felt wet, and her heart ached. It was growing more difficult to deny her love for the god kneeling before her. They were both too broken and fragile for such admissions as of yet. There would be time for that later—much later. "Can you call me by my name? Lady Granger is much too formal." She watched as his lips curled upwards into a true smile. Clearly, he'd been worried she was going to ask something much more difficult of him.
The hand cupping her cheek dropped down to meet up with her wrist as did his other one. Wrapping his long fingers around the soft flesh of both appendages, Loki nodded. "I can call you by your given name if that is what you wish."
"It is."
"Very well…Hermione." She shivered as the four syllables fell from his mouth, eliciting a trill of pleasure, deep down, in her core. She would be unable to deny him anything if he continued speaking with such a husk in his voice. Staring down at him with heavily lidded eyes, she sighed contentedly before extracting a hand from his and brushing his dark hair away from his pale face.
"I fear you've been quite worried about me, if our currently muddled connection is anything to go by." Nodding once, Loki pushed her legs apart, keeping the blanket in place, and situating himself between her knees. Taking a cue from what happened with Thor earlier, Loki moved so that his head was pressed against her chest and his arms were wrapped around her back in a tender embrace. Her hands fluttered hesitantly for a second before coming around to rest on the soft fabric of his shirt. They both breathed deeply, the connection sharing the content sensation they both felt at being wrapped in one another's arms.As her head came down to rest on top of his own, Loki realized that he was irrevocably in love with Hermione. He wanted to tell her, show her, just how he felt, but he knew now was the wrong time. Odin was dead and Fenrir was on his way to Midgard possibly to murder the man she previously loved. Now would be the worst time to share such sentiments. Instead, he tried to keep the mood light and comfortable.
"I feel much better now that you are open with me again." Her cheek rustled against his hair as she nodded. It made him smile, but the smile fell as she released her grip on him and retreated to her own space. She slid backwards until she was against her pillows once more. Afraid he was going to be sent away; Loki swallowed roughly before returning to his feet. It was unnerving to feel so emotionally open after being closed off from everyone for so many years. The binding of their souls was leaking characteristics from one into the other. In the past, Loki used his illusions to hide his actual emotions. More often than not, he found himself wondering exactly what was true and what was made up. With Hermione, there was no mistaking what was real—every glance, every touch, every kiss and thought and feeling, was real. It was overwhelming, but in a way Loki could get used to.
With a start, Loki realized Hermione was holding out her hand and quirking an eyebrow at him. Tentatively, he took the hand, but was confused when Hermione tried to tug him down onto the bed. He faltered causing her face to fall ever so slightly. "What is it?" She looked upset, which made Loki's heart skip a beat.
"I am unsure it is proper of me to lie with you in your current state." He indicated her lack of clothing with a sweep of his free hand. Hermione's eyes grew wide and then she dropped his hand as she tumbled to the side, overcome in a fit of giggles. The happiness that bubbled across the connection was contagious, and Loki found himself chuckling despite himself. He watched as she twisted back and forth, the fur blanket getting tangled in her lower legs. "I'm glad to see you find my propriety amusing, Hermione." Stifling her laughter with a hand, Hermione's eyes glittered in the starlight from the open balcony door as she stilled her movements.
"Propriety? Don't you think we're a bit past all that at this point, hmm?" One of those eyebrows shot up to her hairline as she offered her hand once more. Deciding she had a point, Loki placed his hand in hers and was unsurprised when she tugged him onto the bed a bit roughly. He landed ungracefully next to her eliciting another round of giggles. Once that subsided, Hermione snuggled into her lush pillows, tugging the fur blanket back up her body after untangling her legs. She stared up at Loki, her eyes sad and kind before playing with the soft fur. "Won't you lie down with me?" Unsure of himself, Loki eased himself downwards until he too was reclining against the pillows. They lay side by side for a few minutes, the rustle of the wind the only sound besides their breathing. When there was a soft tap on his shoulder, Loki turned his head to stare down into the Hermione's wide eyes. "Can I—would it be alright if I put my head on your shoulder?"
Instead of answering aloud, Loki scooted closer and slid his arm around, pulling her against his cold body. Immediately he felt himself warming where they touched. Watching her eyes flutter closed as she settled on his bony shoulder, he felt himself relaxing for the first time in days. He remembered the women he'd been with in the past. Never was there a time where he felt comfortable enough to relax in another's arms such as this. After finishing their sexual acts, Loki would send them on their way, or he would leave them to their own devices. It was a comfort and a privilege to finally have someone he could hold in his arms and take care of on more than just a physical level. Already he could tell his touch was relaxing Hermione, bringing her closer to normal than she'd felt since Odin was murdered. It was a shame, really, that he was about to puncture their quiet relaxation, so he could have answers to the questions that still plagued him.
Using the hand which wasn't tucked around Hermione's small frame, Loki trailed his fingers over the soft skin of her arm. "I'm afraid I have a few questions for you." She murmured something that sounded like, 'go ahead,' giving him permission to continue. "I wanted to know why you shut all of us out…does this have to do with your past?" She sighed, her fringe flickering before she turned her face to stare up into his own.
"They told you, didn't they? About my depression, I mean." A surge of regret and melancholy made Loki's blood run cold. He held Hermione closer not wanting her to feel alone as she turned her face away once more.
"I discussed it with Thor. I needed to know if you were okay." She fidgeted, but he held tight. "I knew there had to be a deeper reason for you to shut yourself off so entirely from not only your friends, but myself as well. I do not regret asking my brother to share what he knew, particularly as it brought me here this evening. Please, do not be angry with either of us, specifically Thor. He was unwilling to share—I forced him to."
"I'm not mad…I'm more embarrassed."
"Depression is nothing to feel ashamed about." He tipped her head back so she would be forced to stare into his eyes. "It happens to the best of us." He smirked, watching as her eyes registered understanding and filled with unshed tears. Using his thumb to catch a few tears, he splayed his other hand out on her back and comforted her as she cried.
"I didn't mean to forget about the anti-apparition wards. I was just so—so angry at you over the whole Rime Diamond myth, and the fact you kept me in the dark for so long, that it totally slipped my mind. I altered the wards, so I could apparate right to your door without you knowing. It was effective, but it allowed Fenrir to slip in undetected." She hiccupped from crying, and sniffled. "I don't think Thor will ever forgive me…I know he says that he does, but I allowed his father to die." Her eyes widened, and she stared openmouthed in shock. "Oh Merlin! I never even thought…he was your father also." She made to squirm out of Loki's arms, but he held fast.
"Hermione! Hermione, stop. Please, relax…I am not cross with you." She stopped struggling to escape his hold, but the tears were relentless.
"How can you say that? He was your father! He raised you!" Sighing heavily, Loki pulled her body back against his own, the blanket separating them.
"Odin may have raised me as my father, but my love and respect for him were destroyed a long time ago. He lied to me, used me as he saw fit, and then threw me away to rot in the dungeons." Closing his own eyes, Loki allowed his heart to open up to Hermione, so she could feel the hurt, betrayal, and anger he experienced when Odin was mentioned. He relished the gasp of shock at what he shared with her, glad that someone finally knew the hell he went through when it came to dealing with this family. "He pitted Thor and I against each other repeatedly until there was no brotherly love left. Even now, we cannot trust one another. It's difficult for us to be in the same room for longer than a few minutes without a fight breaking out."
As they continued to lie together, Hermione's tears subsided and her breathing returned to normal. He could tell she was getting tired, but there was still so much left unsaid—so many questions left unanswered. Tucking her head under his chin, Loki tried to calm his inner turmoil so Hermione wouldn't worry he was angry, or worse, wanting to leave her. Ideally, Loki wouldn't mind staying with Hermione permanently. He understood that returning to his room was expected, but Jane and Thor shared quarters. Would it be so strange if he and Hermione did the same? It was because of who he was—a villainous monster was not meant to be a suitable companion for a woman such as Hermione. There were many crossroads for them to deal with in the future, but for tonight, Loki was content with holding his woman in his arms.
"I apologize for freaking out, Loki. I sometimes allow my emotions to take over." He chuckled darkly, brushing the hair off her damp face with a sweep of his hand.
"It is quite alright, Hermione. I am prone to bouts of emotional instability myself." In fact, he was known for it. Readjusting them, Loki sighed in relaxation as he sank deeper into the pillows. "Now, would you be open to indulging me a few answers to questions I've had for a while? I fear you know much more about me than I do about you."
"I suppose that would be nice. We haven't had the opportunity to share much with one another." She had a point—when they were together, it was either to share important information, missions, or they were around the others. This was the first time in a long time where they'd had an opportunity to relax and indulge in one another's company. "What exactly do you want to know about? My childhood? Hogwarts or my job at the Ministry of Magic?" Loki's hand tensed on the small of her back. Yes, he wanted to know everything about those subjects, but what he wanted to know was going to make her feel sad, make her uncomfortable. He hated to do that to her, but how else would he know if she was free to love him exclusively.
"Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me about your relationship with Draco. How did you two fall in love? Why didn't he come back to you after you got rid of those laws?" He closed his eyes against the onslaught of emotions that awoke inside Hermione. He could feel how tense her body became beside his own, and it made him feel guilty knowing he'd opened old wounds. "I know this is a difficult subject for you, and I apologize, but I feel I need to know what I'm getting into."
"No," she sighed. "You're right. You deserve to know the darkness from my past just as much as I deserve to know the darkness from yours." Loki waited patiently for Hermione to pull her thoughts together. They had all night; there was no reason to rush her into this conversation. Finally, after a suitable amount of quiet, Hermione took a deep breath and began her tale. "After the War, my friend, Ron, and I realized we were in love. We dated for quite a while—moving in with each other and even discussing a future together. One night, I was at work a work function, and there was a situation that made me realize it had been some time since my monthly visitor, so I bought a pregnancy test within the next couple days. I assume you know what those are?" When Loki merely nodded, she continued. "We were taken by surprise to find out it was positive. We began discussing marriage more often, and I began taking better care of myself. Then, a few weeks later, I was at work preparing for a trial and I began to feel a lot of cramping and pain, so I went to the lavatory." Loki watched as a tear leaked from her eyes, but this time he let it slide down her rosy cheek. Quietly, she whispered the next part of the story. "As it turns out, I lost the baby. I spent the next hour crying in the stall until a friend of mine, Draco, came and found me. He'd been looking for me since he was my partner for the trial."
"What happened with you and Ron?"
"We tried to make things work, but we were both so distraught after losing the baby we could barely function. He moved out of our flat and back into his family's home. I lost myself in my work, and began hanging out more and more with Draco. Eventually, Draco and I realized we were turning into much more than friends. Ron started dating one of our mutual friends. I moved in with Draco and Ron took back the flat. For the first time in quite a while, we were all happy again. Well, until Draco's mother found the betrothal contract." She had to stop and wipe the tears from her face at this point. She fidgeted until she could look up into Loki's concerned eyes. He seemed very calm and that allowed her to relax, the tears becoming less and less persistent. "You know the rest…I told you the other night."
"I don't understand why Draco didn't come back to you after you eliminated all the laws that bound him and this other woman together."
"They had a baby together. By the time the laws were gone, Scorpius was a new type of binding Draco had—one I could not compete with." A strangled sob escaped her mouth, causing her to cover her lips with her free hand. "I had to let him go. It was the only way I could live with myself. It was a very rough period in my life. I ended up in the hospital for depression and exhaustion. There were times I would just disappear for days and weeks at a time. Sometimes I would visit my parents in Australia and other times I would hole up in random places, just so I could be alone. Going back to school at Oxford was what helped me find purpose again." She trailed off unsure of what exactly to say next. She trembled from trying not to sob hysterically all over Loki's chest and from the pent-up emotions, she held.
Deciding he'd better steer the conversation in another direction from Draco and the future that was ripped away from her, Loki found he was curious to know more about her educational pursuits that led to them being bound together. "What made you decide to go back to school?" He watched as a small smile graced her lips.
"It's funny you should ask that. When I heard about what happened in New Mexico, it got me thinking. I started wondering if there were other worlds out there. Then, when you came to New York, bringing all those aliens, I knew it was true. By the time Thor and Jane saved the world from destruction during the Convergence, I already had my plans in motion. I applied for the astrophysics program, so I could begin my study on how to combine magic and astrophysics to enhance magical abilities."
Blinking, Loki stared down at the bushy haired woman in his arms. Didn't she realize their diamonds could do exactly what she'd been searching for all this time? It was written in the myth. How could this have escaped her notice? When he opened his mouth to explain, Hermione reached up and placed a finger on his lips.
"Enough questions for tonight." Then, she removed the finger and pushed into a sitting position, so she was now the one looking down. "I should escort you back to your room, but would it be against your etiquette to stay with me tonight?" Glancing away, she closed her eyes languidly before whispering, "I don't want to be alone when the nightmares come." Well, how could he deny her wish to stay now? Of course, Loki didn't want her to be alone and terrified in the middle of the night. Sitting up himself, he reached out and lightly tailed his fingers down her cheek.
"I will stay with you tonight, tomorrow night, and for as long as you need." Feeling her relief, Loki leaned forward and kissed her cheek, smirking when a pink tinge could be seen spreading across its surface. "Get comfortable while I remove my boots." She gave him a smile before lowering herself back down upon the pillows and drawing the blankets around her. Loki made quick work of his boots and socks, but his pants would have to remain on as he wore no undergarments. Deciding this was probably for the best, he reclined and then turned onto his left side, sliding his arm across Hermione's midsection. She sighed contentedly and rolled her head onto his chest. Feeling bold, he leaned down and captured her lips in a quick kiss. He wanted to linger longer, but the feel of her plump lips was far too decadent to resist so he retreated, smiling at the small sound of displeasure Hermione made at the separation. "Go to sleep. I will be here when you wake."
With one last look into his emerald eyes, Hermione snuggled close, her hand tangling in the loose fabric of his shirt. Loki waited until her breathing became slow and even, indicating she'd drifted off to sleep. Only then did he fully allow himself to relax, his own eyes closing and sleep beginning to overtake him as well. As his mind and body started to slide away from reality, Loki decided that perhaps it was time to stop being the villain and trying to be better. He was unsure that being a hero would ever be in his cards, but if he had Hermione by his side, there was a chance, he could become a decent god, someone she could be proud to call hers. His last conscious thought was that it would be heaven if they could fall asleep like this, in each other's arms, every night for the rest of eternity.
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At first, Loki had no idea where he was or why he was suddenly no longer sleeping. He'd been dreaming of Jotunheim and what it might look like in the future with him sitting upon the frozen throne. It was a good dream, something he could wrap his mind around once Fenrir was dead and gone, and Thor helped him procure Jotunheim for his own. Realizing he was still wrapped around Hermione, he struggled to find the reason to his sudden wakefulness. It wasn't until he heard the whimpering, right in his ear, that he realized Hermione must be having a nightmare. His expression softened as he began to run his fingers through her tangled curls, scratching her scalp with his fingernails as he did so. It appeared to work, the whimpering subsiding until she was breathing evening once again. Just as Loki closed his eyes, prepared to fall back asleep, the screaming started. Abandoning his attempt at sleep, Loki's eyes shot open, and he flung himself upright.
Hermione was screaming, her eyes shut tightly and her arms and legs thrashing wildly about the bed. Reaching out with his mind, he attempted to implant some sort of restful feeling in hers, but it didn't work. There was just too much darkness and fear rampaging for his comfort to be of any help. As she continued to thrash about, Loki tried to whisper calming words. He told her it was alright, that she was safe, and he was there, but these had no effect either. The screaming seemed to stop when her throat became raw, yet the thrashing did not cease. Afraid that the guards would hear the commotion and come for him, Loki decided to do the only thing he could think of. Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed both of her wrists tightly within his hands and flung a leg over her waist. Then, Loki used his weight to his advantage, securing her waist under his hips and leaning forward to hold her arms above her head. The thrashing stopped when she was no longer able to move freely, and Loki tried to calm his frantically beating heart as he watched the terror drain from her face.
"It's alright, Hermione—I am here. I've got you now. No one is hurting you. You can stop fighting now." Continuing to whisper these words of comfort, Loki observed her face in the starlight. Her skin was pale and smooth, even with the flush from her exertions. "You can wake up now. I won't let anything happen to you." His own breathing under control, Loki sighed in relief as he felt the last of the tension leave Hermione's body. She went limp underneath him causing Loki to have to brace his knees in the bed, so he didn't put too much pressure on her abdomen. When he thought she finally fell back into a sleep, Hermione's eyes shot open in the semi-darkness latching onto his with so much intensity Loki felt the breath leave his chest in a rush. Afraid she assumed him to have ill-intentions; he released his hold on her wrists and used his right hand to sweep the hair out of her face. "Are you alright, Hermione," he whispered. "You were having a nightmare."
Instead of answering, Hermione let her eyes wander over Loki, taking in his frazzled form. He was straddling her waist and leaning forward so that his wavy, black hair framed his pale face. Bringing her arms down from where they rested above her head, Hermione let her fingers brush up his forearms until they laced together behind his neck. The remnants of the nightmare made her mind feel foggy, but that was nothing compared to the lust that was beginning to take hold of her. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Hermione slid her palms back down Loki's body until they were grasping firmly at his hips. Keeping her eyes trained on his burning emerald ones, Hermione ground her hips upwards, connecting them at their most intimate junction. She watched as Loki bit back a moan, his eyes falling shut for a brief second before opening once more. Her breath hitched at the feel of his hardness, relishing in the pool of warmth that flooded her knickers. Sucking in her bottom lip, she nibbled the plump flesh waiting for a reaction from the beautiful god above.
Loki used his thumb to brush over the lip she was worrying, effectively smoothing out the indentation she'd created. His hand traveled down then, those long fingers ghosting over the skin of her neck until it reached the swell of her breasts above where her camisole rested. His eyes followed the movement, but her stare remained firmly on his face, taking in his reactions. She wanted to see him come undone…no; she needed to see him come undone.
"Are you certain this is what you want?" The shakily whispered question took her by surprise, but still unable to speak aloud; she merely tilted her head in confusion. Those tantalizing fingers of his traced along the top of her camisole making her breath come out in tiny pants. "I'm asking, because once I begin, there will be no turning back. I will not be able to control myself with you. This is your one warning—if we continue, you are mine, now and always."
Hermione felt dizzy with desire, the blood singing in her veins. Instead of responding, she pushed upwards so he was forced to retreat. Her hands went to his waist where they slid underneath the soft cotton of his shirt. She felt him inhale sharply at the caress of her hands on his skin, his back tensing. Undeterred, Hermione slipped the garment up and off of Loki, his arms rising to aid the removal. She flung the shirt aside, bringing her hands down to smooth over his shoulders, tracing the patterns of rigged muscles on his chest until she was gripping his waist once more. Once she had him in a firm grip, she used her work training to hook a leg around his hip and flip them so that she was now the one on top—the one in command. Instinctively, she knew Loki was going to end up with the control eventually, but she wanted to be the one to initiate their first time together in person. Loki was dominant, there was no denying that. She would play her part as submissive, but for now he would cave to her wanting.
She watched as a sinfully sensual smirk appeared on Loki's face, his eyes darkening in the light from the stars. It appeared the God of Mischief and Lies was pleased by the turned tables. His hands came up and cupped her breasts overtop her camisole, making Hermione whimper, her head falling back. Oh how she wanted to feel his hands without the barrier of fabric. It was a relief when those hands of his finally removed the blasted article of clothing. Staring down at him, she ground her hips into his once more, her eyebrow quirked as if saying, 'Well, what are you waiting for?' Licking his lips, Loki tried once again to talk some sense into her.
"This is your last warning, Hermione. I need to know your answer." His hungry eyes searched her own, but still she was afraid to speak—to ruin this intimate moment. She placed a hand on either side of his face and lowered herself so that they were eye to eye. At the same time, she moved her hips in a slow circle against Loki's, savoring the way his breath rasped out to mingle with her own. Reaching down between their bodies, Hermione took Loki's hand in hers and placed it on her knickers, helping him ease it up over her bum, and then further down until she was forced to wriggle her legs, kicking it off the side of the bed. The only thing separating them now were Loki's trousers, but they would be gone soon enough. Deciding she'd tormented him satisfactorily, Hermione brought her lips down so her breath tickled Loki's ear.
"I'm yours."
Loki needed no further invitation; her words were answer enough. In the next instant, those wicked hands of his left their place on the bed to slide up the back of her naked legs as his mouth sought out hers. Their lips came together in a flurry of passionate nips and licks that sent Hermione reeling. She wanted to feel that tongue of his everywhere—in her mouth, on her breasts, and between her heated legs. Her hardened nipples dragged against his chest sending electric tingles through both of their bodies. As their lips continued their ministrations, Loki's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs making them tremble with want and need. Untangling her hands from his hair where they somehow ended up, she writhed until she could reach the top of his trousers, undoing the button and tie.
Without hesitation, Hermione slid her hand inside to stroke his cock. It was firm and already weeping at the tip. Loki threw his head back with a hiss, their lips separating as he thrust upwards into the warmth of her hand. Hermione continued her attentions for a moment or two, watching as Loki gripped the sheets, his head thrashing back and forth with pleasure. Unable to help herself, Hermione dipped her head down to lick a wet trail along his neck until she could nibble at an earlobe. A growl emanated deep within Loki's chest as he released the sheets to reach up and adjust Hermione so she was straddling him once more. This time, however, his trousers had been kicked off so their bodies were flesh to flesh, eliciting a shudder from the both of them.
The feel of his hardness resting at her entrance was enough to bring her near oblivion, but she wasn't ready for that just yet. She wanted to taste and experience more of him, and she could tell he felt the same. Breathing heatedly, Loki cupped a firm breast within his hand and massaged gently, and then a bit more roughly before pinching the nipple. Hermione shuddered and jerked in pleasure against his hips, her hands coming out to splay across his heaving chest for support. Leaning upward, Loki used his tongue to lap languidly at the nipple he was pinching, causing Hermione to arch her back, attempting to get more into his mouth. Finished pleasuring one breast, Loki moved onto the other as Hermione continued her writhing against his hips. She knew she would be unable to hold back for much longer, wanting to feel all of him, but for the moment, she enjoyed his caresses.
With one last nip to the underside of her breast, Loki released her wet flesh and reached up to thread his hand through her curls before tugging her down to capture her lips once more. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he used his free hand to squeeze her behind and guide her towards his aching cock. Loki was used to much rougher sex than this, but he did not want to startle her this first time. There would be time for that conversation later, tonight was just about the two of them becoming one with each other in the most intimate way possible. Running his tongue over her lips, he smacked Hermione's ass hard enough to elicit a gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue inside her mouth. Smirking against her lips, Loki used his tongue to fuck her mouth the same way he wanted to fuck her right now: hard and fast. At the same time, the hand which previously was used to assert his dominance, slipped around the front of Hermione to rub slow sensual circles against her clitoris.
The mewling sounds that flooded his mouth from Hermione were enough to send him reeling, but he continued teasing her swollen nub until he felt her body begin to stiffen and quake. As she dissolved into pleasure, Loki released her mouth only to latch onto one of her nipples, biting gently. Hermione cried out, her head thrown backward so that her curls cascaded down her back. Loki thought she looked spectacularly beautiful in the starlight as she gripped his forearms so as not to topple over. When her orgasm relented, she lifted her head to gaze wantonly down at him, and he knew what was to come, so to speak. Never taking her eyes from his, she pushed herself upwards at the same time taking hold of his cock. Then, sinfully she sank down onto his cock until their hips were pressed together.
Loki hissed at the feel of her slick heat engulfing him, his hands reaching out to clench possessively at her waist. They were both breathing raggedly, staring at one another, and then; she began to move. At first, it was just slow circles as she adjusted to the size and shape of him, but before too long, Hermione picked up the pace, her walls clenching around his arousal. As she moved, Loki didn't know where to look—she was so beautiful. From the bouncing of her breasts, to the pink flush spreading over her pale skin, Loki was hypnotized. Never in his overly long life, had he witnessed someone as enchanting, as captivatingly sensual as Hermione. He ground his hips up to meet her own as she continued to ride him for all she was worth. The closer she came to orgasm, the more frantic her movements became. Close himself, Loki changed their momentum, using his hands to tilt her so that he could grind up against her clitoris.
The change worked, because in the next instant Hermione clutched at her own breasts, massaging as she screamed, her legs and walls clenching at his hips and cock. Loki watched in awe as she lost herself in the pleasure. Allowing himself a few more thrusts, Loki let himself go, pulsing inside of Hermione as she came down from the high he was now reaching. When he finished, Hermione toppled down, landing on his chest playfully before pressing their foreheads together. Their hips were still connected, but already Loki could feel the slickness seeping out to coat their sweat-dampened skin.
Hermione's eyes opened slowly, her breathing slightly erratic. It was as if they were both too afraid to speak, too afraid to shatter the perfect moment they were experiencing. There would have to be a discussion about what came next, but that could wait until morning. For now, Loki wanted to enjoy this bit of contentment he and Hermione found together. Capturing her lips for a slow kiss, Loki rolled them so that they were laying side by side. When he released her lips, Loki smoothed the curls out of her face and wound his arm around her body, pulling her close. Her chocolate eyes were wide, but there was no fear or worry in them. He cupped her cheek before placing another tender kiss to her lips.
"Now sleep, Hermione. I'm not going anywhere. You are mine, and I always protect what is mine."
She nodded, her eyes falling shut as she snuggled into his chest. Loki used his magic to pull the fur blanket up to cover their naked bodies. Within minutes, Hermione was fast asleep once more. Loki swallowed hard knowing that there was absolutely no turning back at this point, for either of them. No tricks or illusions could hide their feelings for one another. Thinking of what came next—traveling to Midgard to fight alongside Hermione's friends, specifically Draco—made him want to growl. Wrapping his arms more securely around the sleeping witch, Loki wondered what to do about the newly awakened beast inside his heart. This one was much different than the monster he was used to. Determining this would be best thought about in the morning after a few more hours of rest, Loki allowed his eyes to shut and fell asleep to sound of Hermione's breathing.
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End Notes: And there you have it! I hope it was everything you wanted it to be and so much more! I know it was for me! I'd love to see if we could reach 50 reviews this week! That would be fantastic! Those of you that have been quiet, what do you think so far? Is WwT to your liking? Next chapter is going to deal with them on Midgard. How do you think Loki is going to react when he meets Draco and Hermione's other friends? Better yet, how are Hermione's friends going to react when they realize she's "dating" Loki? What Avengers would you like see make an appearance? And as always, I welcome any song and quote recommendations! Please share anything that makes you think of our OTP! Don't forget you can join the Facebook group: DustNight Fanfiction for updates and fun throughout the week! Until next time loves!
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