Disclaimer in Chapter 1. Will add if needed.

Loki woke to a sharp stinging in his arm, he shot into a sitting position and looked around in confusion. He didn't remember going to sleep but the evidence provided by his bleary eyes and sleep heavy form was damning. The sharp sting hit him again and he grabbed his arm before looking over and straight into gorgeous emerald eyes.

"What in Merlin's name are you doing in my bed?" A truly musical voice hissed.

Loki gaped openly at the beautiful young woman that was currently glaring at him. She had long, wild, dark red hair that framed her heart shaped face, her skin was deathly pale and flawless and Loki would bet all the books in his library it was soft. Her frame was willowy and lithe with discrete muscles packed under the skin. Her breasts were small but perky as they pressed against the front of a thin black cami; her long, powerful legs came from green short shorts; and in her small delicate hands volatile green magic spun lazily between her fingers. Overall she was a very appealing figure.

The woman narrowed her eyes and the magic in her hand flared, "If you're done eyeing me up." She growled, "I'd like some answers." She raised her hand toward him.

Loki quickly raised his hands in surrender, "I was brought here by Death!" He said quickly, the woman relaxed slightly and her magic calmed. Loki cocked his head, "You wouldn't be...Haven, would you?"

The woman didn't respond, she was giving him the same perusal he had just given her. It made Loki want to cover up but he just looked away. He knew he wasn't as muscular as Thor, not as broad, and his straight black hair was nothing like the shining locks of the rest of his so called 'family'. In the end, he was just a monster in disguise and he thought it showed. If this truly was Haven, his Soulmate, he knew she would be disappointed.

"So why exactly did Death bring you here?" The woman asked. Loki looked up and froze at the look in her eyes, it was hungry and full of lust as she continued to run her eyes over him. Her eyes went back to his and she returned his gaze unashamedly, "Well?"

Loki hesitated, "He told me I was here to help his Mistress." She relaxed even more at that and her magic dissipated, Loki only held out a second longer before he added, "He also said his Mistress is my Soulmate." Loki watched closely as the woman's eyes widened in genuine surprise, her jaw dropping slightly. "That's you right? Haven?"

In answer the woman held out her hand; Loki, knowing the moment he touched her he would know if she was truly his Soulmate, took her hand.

Their magic burst from them in a green, gold, and silver wave; it swirled together, tugging and coaxing the other into an embrace, connecting them. Their eyes locked and all they could feel was an inexplicable need to be closer, to have more contact. Loki pulled her onto the bed and she climbed onto his lap without hesitation, Loki wrapped his arms around her waist and hers went over his shoulders. They both let out light moans when the beginning of their Soulmarks burned into their skin, Loki's a fire that spread over his shoulders and hers one that encircled her throat with possessive heat. The marks died down a bit and she let out a breath full of relief.

"Hi," she breathed, "I'm Haven Lilith Potter, the Mistress of Death."

Loki leaned his head forward until their foreheads met, "I'm Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and Chaos."

Haven's cupid bow lips quirked up at the side, "Are you now? Well, I can't wait to rub that in everyone's faces."

Loki let out a surprised chuckle at that, he reached up and hooked her silky hair behind her ear gently, "And I shall have to brag to all I come across that my Soulmate is perhaps one of the strongest beings in the realms."

Haven smiled at him, "Feel free, that way the title won't be a total waste."

"Mistress, the title I gave you is not a waste." Came Death's voice from their left, sounding put out.

Loki jumped slightly and tightened his grip on Haven but she just pulled back from Loki enough to look over at the being with an unimpressed look, "Oh I'm sorry, what does it get me other than chores, paperwork, and a snarky employee?"

"Immortality." Death said dryly.

"Ah, so a an eternity of chores, paperwork, and a snarky employee." Haven laughed.

"Remind me of your current goal again." Death shot back, Haven just rolled her eyes.

"Ah yes, the goal that prompted me being essentially kidnapped by Death." Loki broke in, making Haven look to him with a frown before looking back to Death with a raised eyebrow.

"You kidnapped him? You didn't even ask if he would help?" Haven asked.

"He was being tried unjustly on Asgard." Death stated flatly.

"Ah." Haven said, she looked to Loki who looked confused, "Death doesn't like Asgardians much. I once sat through on hour long rant on Odin."

Loki nodded, "That, at least, I understand."

Haven looked between Death and Loki before she sighed, "Alright, what did it do?" Loki cocked an eyebrow at her, "Death loves messing with Asgard. It always tries to get me to order it to do so. Death wouldn't allow an opportunity like this to pass."

"I have no idea what your talking about Mistress." Death said, trying for innocence.

Loki chuckled, "Death demanded my children be returned to me, but did not tell them where I would be."

Haven looked over at Death, "And I'm sure you'd be happy to return to Asgard periodically to check on the progress of that as well as to ferry any of the children here. Right?"

"If it would make you happy Mistress." Death answered.

Haven rolled her eyes, "Yes, it would make me happy Death." She blinked before looking sheepishly back to Loki, "Unless your children are safe where they are and you'd rather they stay there."

Loki looked uncertain, "I would much rather them be with me but if you are uncomfortable with them being here..."

Haven cocked her head, "Why would I be uncomfortable with them?"

Loki's lips pressed into a thin line, "Many dislike the children of their Soulmate if they weren't conceived under the Soulmate bond as they..."

Haven's nose crinkled and she waved a hand at him before he could finish, "Yeah, that doesn't apply to me. They're your kids. They're welcome here."

Loki relaxed, "Thank you Haven." She gave him a small smile which he returned. "So what was this goal of yours that prompted our early meeting?"

Haven opened her mouth before closing it and sighing, "It is important I swear but I did originally come in here to sleep. I just got done releasing the blocks put on my magic and I am extremely tired. Unfortunately, someone thought putting a deity in my bed was the right thing to do."

"Blocks on your magic?!" Loki exclaimed in horror even as Death stated, "I figured you'd like to meet your Soulmate as soon as possible."

Haven ignored Death, "Yes, someone blocked it when I was very young. I just got it taken off this evening. Could we talk about everything else tomorrow at breakfast?"

"Of course!" Loki said, he frowned, "I'm sorry for keeping you from sleeping, I didn't know this was your room."

Haven tugged at his long hair gently, "That wasn't your fault, it was Death's." the being made a small offended noise, "And it was definitely worth staying up to meet you."

Loki gave her an uncertain smile, "I see. If you would like me to sleep somewhere..."

He was cut off as Haven draped herself more fully over him, going limp, "No, you can stay. Just keep in mind that while I am tired I can still sling a stinging hex no problem, so let's not get too rambunctious until we get to know each other better, alright?"

"As you wish." Loki murmured, locking his arms around her waist as he leaned back against the pillows, Haven letting her head rest comfortably against his chest, effectively blanketing him with her discretely muscled form.

Looking over at Death, Loki saw the being bow its head before disappearing. The God of Mischief settled in, reveling in the feeling brought on by his Soulmate, from the feel of her physical form against his to the feel of her magic, dark and volatile, tugging playfully at his own. As he fell back to sleep he couldn't help but hope she would be this comfortable with touch even after the effects of the Soulbond connecting wore off.

I'm just playing around with this to get through writers block. Don't expect super regular updates unless this gets as big a following as my main story, This Gonna Be Good