Hi guys, um yeah this is my fist fan fiction that I've ever let anyone read. I think posting one of my stories on here is something that I've found really hard. I'd just like to say that your reviews would be really appreciated and I hope you like it. By the way they will meet eventually

Hermione woke to an arm gently nudging her awake. When she slowly opened her eyes she realised that she had fallen asleep in one of the armchairs in front of the fire. She looked up into a similarly 'groggy' face.

"How long have you been down here?" Harry Potter asked her, a smile on his face.

"Well, all night I guess."

Hermione went to stand but she painfully realised that she had fallen asleep on her ankle. As she went to walk she collapsed into a crumple on the cold stone floor. She had always liked the feeling of the ice cold slate on her feet in the morning but it was quite a shock now; especially that she had fallen face first. Harry however was staring at her in fits of hysterical laughter.

"Oh! Shut up!" she snapped at him. He held out a hand for her to grab, she batted it away and pulled herself up onto the armchair. Hermione ran a hand through her already matted hair; she would have to wash it and preferably brush it before she left the common room.

"Rons' already gone down." Harry told her. It wasn't unusual for Ron to get down to breakfast in the great hall before most.

"Ok, you can go down; I'm going to stay up here for a bit. I need to have a bath.

Loki wasn't at all annoyed at him mother coming into his chambers like this. She was one of the few people whom he was happy to see at almost any time. Friga understood him, unlike Odin, his father. She encouraged his magic and his love of books. Odin always approved of Thor, his brutish skill and strength, mjonir was to prove for that. Loki barley let Thor near his beloved books.

Although he was extremely tired Loki loved talking to her. She always made him forget about Odin's disapprovals, his brotherly differences, even how Loki had always felt different. Growing up, Loki had never really fitted in; he had always been an outsider compared to other asgaurdian children. Loki never enjoyed the intense fitness regimes that other asgaurdian children did or how they were trained in the art of battle and war. But he always knew that friga would be there in the end. Loki loved times like this; they would discuss magic, new potions, other realms. But this was the day that Loki strayed off their usually conversations.

"Why I am I so different?" he asked. Friga sighed.

"Loki, you are gifted in ways many others wouldn't understand. Magic comes so easily to you and others don't see that as a gift, they see it as a weakness. But Loki never forget; we are all beautiful in our own ways, some protect who we are in different ways. Just promise me you will never use your powers for the wrong reasons my love."

With that friga stood up and walked out of the great doors that lead to the hall ways. Leaving him with only a flickering candle for light and as the dull light began to fade Loki bowed his head as his skin turned sky blue and his eyes turned red.

By the way Loki doesn't know that he's turning blue. He's going to do it a lot and not notice what he's doing. I think it's going to show how he's already broken even before the happenings of Thor. I know that Hermione's bits are really short but she's got some longer bits coming don't worry.

PS xx