"Do you have any idea of the catastrophe you have caused?"

"Father-" Uncle Thor began, but he was cut off.

"Silence. Do you, girl?" the question came again.

Hermione took a breath and started where the conversation should have started at. "I'm sorry, we've not been properly introduced. Hermione Walkers."

The man who had evidently summoned her didn't flinch. "Odin Allfather. Now, could you answer the question?"

"Catastrophe? No," she answered honestly.

"You and your flute. It's essentially another Bifrost," Odin told her. "Two! There cannot be two!"

"Well, it happened. So obviously it's possible. So technically, it can happen," she said evenly.

Loki winced. It could, but it wasn't the best idea to have two holes ripped in the fabric of space. The holes were what they traveled through, but just one would put a strain on the universe. Two, and the holes could start growing. Hermione's Bifrost flute was powerful, maybe more so than the Bifrost of Asgard. It had been born of magic infused in the flute, and that was slightly more powerful than the technology/magic blend the Asgardians used. Mostly because the Asgard Bifrost was a rare example of magic not crippling technology. Hermione had only to play her flute, but either the sword or staff had to be used for the Asgard Bifrost.

Plus, Hermione's flute was keyed to her; only she could use it.

"Two holes in the fabric of space. One hole is bad enough, but two could destroy the universe," Odin was saying. Boring.

Hermione frowned. "If the two Bifrosts are holes in the fabric of the universe, why are they only needed to channel the energy that rips the holes?"

"The Bifrost does channel energy," Heimdall confirmed. "The Asgard Bifrost exists not only to channel the energy, but also to contain it. Without the crystal, the power that it channels would tear the universe apart."

"That makes a lot of sense," Hermione said. She paused to glance around, then pointed. "I'm guessing someone got into a fight and that's why all that energy exploded on Earth?"

Where she was pointing, some of the crystal had broken. Not much, but some of it. Enough that sufficient energy would be released upon using the Asgard Bifrost that the Bifrost Flute could be created. Moreover, it was at the edge of the bridge, in the correct place for a bit of loose crystal to be transported to Earth.

Thor's exile. There had been a small fight then, and it had been enough to break off a small part of the crystal. When Lady Sif and the Warriors Three used the Bifrost to go to Earth, the crystal had followed and ended up on Hermione's flute.

But why her? Why did the energy enter her? It made no sense at all. There had to be a reason for it, and Hermione was sure it would be logic. Still, there was a nagging question at the back of her mind.

"Can we get to the point? I'm not seeing the point of this conversation," she asked.

"Mortals," Odin said. "Why did you absorb the Bifrost energy?"

"I thought we already established that the energy didn't originate within the Bifrost," Hermione shot back.

"Answer, girl!" Odin shouted, frustrated.

"Fine, but don't call me 'girl' again," Hermione hissed. "There isn't a 'why'. It's a 'how' question! I never chose to absorb the energy! Happy now?"

"You contained and absorbed the storm formed from the energy mixing with your own!" Odin insisted.

"Is it possibly because of the wood her flute was made from?" her father asked quietly. Everyone turned to stare at him. "The wood her flute is made from. The bond between the branch and the tree was weak, but the branch was strong. Like Hermione herself. Could it be the likeness?"

Heimdall shook his head. "No."

Hermione shrugged. "What I'm wondering about is the fact that one of the tears is now effectively inside the other."

Lady Sif and the Warriors Three left the Bifrost at that point. They could see a long and ineffective argument ahead.

"True," Uncle Thor mused.

"That flute is capable of tearing the universe apart," Odin seethed. "It is dangerous."

Hermione frowned. Annoying. "What makes you think that it matters to you?"

The silence didn't last long. The hesitation was all she needed. Her flute was on her lips in an instant, and the song wrapped around herself and Loki, yanking them away and back home to Midgard.

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A/N: Sorry this update took so long! School's started, getting used to it, and all of that has delayed my schedule. So, I'll have to slow updating. I will try my best to update at least once a week, but don't be alarmed if I miss a week. I have absolutely no intentions of abandoning Loki's Daughter.

Thank you to all who have liked, followed, and reviewed this story! Thank you all for your wonderful support.

In case everyone is confused about the shaky timeline, lacking Loki's villain side, we will see mischief from him, just not yet. After all, even just thirteen years is apparently enough to teach Loki the value of family. But no, he will probably never be the main antagonist. Sorry!

I am also considering another fanfic, but this one may not be taken on. More details next chapter.

'Til next time,

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