Author's Note: Hey loves! I hope everyone had an excellent week! I want to thank all of you who reviewed, followed, and favorited this story! We're nearly to 100 follows! That's incredible! To my new readers (and old as well), I'd love to hear from you, so when you're finished reading, make sure to give a review! Okay…information about this chapter. Remember that this story takes place in present time, meaning it has been about 17/18 years since the Battle of Hogwarts and is on time with the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Also, I recommend listening to Slow by Hurts during the dancing scene (start when Loki says, "Come.") It's a scene I've imagined since the very beginning. Make sure to check out the other song recs as well! And last, but not least…a major shout out to Tina for not only being an exceptional Beta Reader but also for inspiration! Seriously. She rocks!
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 Eight: Fenrir's Feast
Song Recommendations: "What kind of Man" by Florence + the Machine, "A Good Man, an Incredible Liar" by Murray Gold, "Slow" by Hurts, and "A War is Coming" by Jeanne Added
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"Whatever our souls are made of,
his and mine are the same."
— Emily Brontë
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Fenrir's Feast
Awkward silences were becoming the norm at the breakfast table; it seemed. Everyone was being surprisingly cautious with Hermione this morning. Surely, everyone had to know of her immense blow up the day before regarding the information about the Rime Diamonds? Hermione sat there pushing the remnants of her meal around on her plate as Darcy peered curiously at her from the other side of the wooden table. Jane was discussing their plans for the day with Thor and the other warriors, completely oblivious to the uneasy witch beside her. After Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three ventured off to train, Jane sighed and settled in once more to finish her half eaten breakfast, still with no apparent knowledge of the scrutiny Hermione was undergoing.
"So what exactly are our plans, ladies? More research? I thought maybe we could go and see Heimdall…possibly test for any weak areas in the Bifrost." When no one answered, Jane's brow furrowed, and she glanced up from the cup of tea she was stirring. Finally noticing the intense stare Darcy was giving Hermione, she quirked an eyebrow before setting down her spoon. "Okay, what is going on?"
"I was just wondering if Hermione was feeling better this morning." She smirked, making Hermione sit up a bit straighter in her chair.
"Oh! Of course! Hermione, are you feeling alright after everything that happened yesterday? We were quite worried when you never joined us for dinner." Jane asked as she pulled a curious face. "Thor wanted us to come and check to make sure Loki hadn't hurt you or anything…you left us in such a rage, we thought things might not have gone well. I thought it would be best to leave let you have some time alone, though."
"I'm feeling fine."
"I'm glad. You had us really worried. After your seizure, and all that information to process, I was wondering if perhaps you would have wanted to stay in bed all day resting." Sipping some of her tea, Jane seemed to relax. "So did Loki tell you anymore about the Rime Diamonds? Did you figure out why you have the seizures?"
"His theory is that when he tries to send magic through our connection, it reacts badly to my own magic causing me to seize." Jane nodded; she seemed to accept this theory.
"From what we know, that seems like a possible hypothesis—one we are not going to test! We have no idea of the long-term effects of these seizures. I still think you should go and see the healers. Hermione. They may be able to recognize any irregularities in your brain."
"That sounds pleasant." Jane shot Darcy a look before smiling at Hermione almost sympathetically.
"So you've had a chance to come to terms with the information about the diamonds then?" Hermione thought about the crumpled piece of paper with Darcy's translation written on it that she currently had in her pocket. She slid her hand into the pocket and extracted the parchment, smoothing it onto the table. She barely could wrap her mind around what happened yesterday, and last night, let alone try and figure the Rime Diamond nonsense out.
"To be honest, I haven't looked it over much since Darcy read it to us." She did not miss the shared look of worry that her friends attempted to hide from her. "I've been bound to Loki, and when we're not sharing the power of the diamonds, we feel despair, but that's all I really remember." Hermione attempted to put a forkful of egg into her mouth, immediately regretting it when Darcy spoke her next words.
"Hermione, the Rime Diamonds bind you to your soulmate."
The cold eggs became lodged in Hermione's throat causing her to cough and sputter. Jane jumped her feet, trying to help in any way possible. Once the coughing had subsided, Hermione brushed the tears from her eyes, and reached for her tea. "Sorry—sorry what?!" Darcy pulled the wrinkled parchment towards her and reread a sentence from the second paragraph.
"It is foretold that the Rime Diamonds can bind you to your soul mate if you each happen to be wearing one at the same time." She slid the paper back to Hermione, her finger pointing out the offensive line. Sure enough, it did indeed imply that the Rime Diamonds bound you to your soulmate.
"But—that means—"
"That Loki is your soulmate. Apparently."
"No…it can't be. This passage can be interpreted many different ways. Look, it says that using the diamonds can allow us to experience the connection, emotions, and telepathic abilities, and we can watch one another. That doesn't necessarily mean we're soulmates." Heart beating rapidly, Hermione was desperately trying to find a way to disprove Darcy's theory. There was no way she and Loki could be…soulmates! It just seemed ridiculous! She was from Earth, and he was a god! She was a pursuer of good and light and Loki, well; he wasn't. He was dark and dangerous and exactly the opposite of what she should want or need, but Merlin help her; she needed him more than air in her lungs.
"How did you feel after giving the ring back and not seeing him for three weeks?" Panic made it difficult to breathe as Hermione realized she'd completely skipped over a line in the passage. Her fingers traced the word, almost feeling them reverberate within her very soul.
"Unequivocal sadness and anguish." Closing her eyes, Hermione allowed this revelation to wash over her, leaving her numb. Somewhere upstairs, Loki was experiencing these feelings with her, seemingly unaware of what was happening. On the other hand, perhaps, he was using his Rime Diamond to watch her at this very moment. Her eyes snapped open, a tinge of anger waking up within. "Loki knows. He has to, and he kept this from me yesterday." The three women were quiet, their food and tea growing increasingly cold as the morning ticked on. Finally, Darcy broke the silence.
"I thought you two worked things out. I mean, why else was he at your room in the middle of the night?" Jane slammed down the teacup she'd just picked up, causing Hermione to flinch and the guard at the doorway to peer inside at them. She waved away his concern and glared at Darcy, who had the audacity to smile in return. "What? I didn't know it was some big secret."
"Hermione, why was Loki out of his room at all?" Inwardly groaning, Hermione had one glorious mess to clean up now. Thanks a lot Darcy.
"He came to apologize to me. You know, about the whole human-bred witch comment."
"He just walked down to your room on his own? Thor never left bed last night." Jane's cheeks turned a bit pink at her explanation, but Hermione suspected that was more from the fact that she and Thor were busy last night and not over Loki wandering the castle unattended. With a sigh, Hermione decided to come clean.
"I accidentally altered the wards to his room yesterday when I had a magical outburst. I had every intention of going and repairing them this morning, but I didn't want to worry all of you." Embarrassment flamed her cheeks at having to admit to the slipup in security. At the moment, Loki was probably having a hell of time deciphering her frazzled feelings. She looked worriedly at Darcy. "How did you know he was there?"
"Oh, I heard the guard knocking and thought something happened. After he left, I peered out and saw Loki exit a few minutes later. I didn't say anything right away because I thought maybe it was a dream or something."
"Wait, wait—you altered the wards?!" Of course, it was Jane that picked up on that little bit of information. "He could have escaped!"
"I would know right away from our connection. He's still in his room…pacing I think." Biting her lip, Hermione tried to hone in on his emotions, but his appeared as jumbled as her own at the moment.
"Is that all he came for, Hermione, to apologize about insulting you," Jane whispered leaning in with her eyebrows raised, and this time it was Hermione's cheeks that flushed bright pink.
"Well, not exactly." Jane let out an undignified squeak while Darcy laughed and thrust her hand forward.
"You owe me five dollars, Jane! I called it!" Appalled, Hermione's mouth popped open as she turned her head from one girlfriend to the other. They placed a bet, on whether or not she would have sex with Loki!
"Excuse me, but nothing happened last night other than a bit of kissing and…" She trailed off, snapping her mouth shut at almost sharing private details, her cheeks now completely ablaze.
"Hah," Jane began, "You are the one that owes me five dollars, Darcy. I knew Hermione wouldn't cave so easily!" Grumbling, Darcy dug around in her pockets until she found a crumbled up American bill before shoving it into Jane's awaiting hand. "Now that we have that settled, let's move on to more important matters. We have to figure out what to do about this whole bonded soul mate business."
Looking back at Jane, Hermione frowned. "So you don't think me seeing Loki is a bad idea?" Even she wasn't sure it was a good idea, but at this point, it appeared there was no going back. The Rime Diamonds saw to that. She was good and surely bonded and slowly falling head over heels for the God of Mischief, whether she wanted to be or not. It was both exciting and exasperating at the same time.
"It's certainly not the most ideal of situations given Loki's past, and precarious future, but one thing is for certain, when he is with you, he seems better." Grabbing Hermione's hand in a brief, but comforting, squeeze she kept talking. "Now we just have to make sure he's not going to take advantage of the circumstances and double cross everyone like he's done in the past."
"I'm pretty sure Thor will roast him with lightning if he hurts Hermione, Jane. She's become like a sister to us all." Overcome with emotions at the kind words of her new friends, Hermione inhaled sharply, ignoring the wetness in her eyes. Jane was nodding in agreement and if that didn't just make the waterworks want to fall, she didn't know what did.
"I'm glad I have you two, and Thor, protecting me here. I never expected any of this to happen, and now that I find myself infinitely bound to Loki; I'm going to need a lot of support trying to figure this mess out." Hermione sat back at the table, trying not to feel bad about being bonded to Loki, but it was difficult knowing that she either had to spend the rest of her life loving him or suffer immense sadness. On the other hand, he may have it worse off—having to spend the remainder of his life pining for her after she ultimately died. Wasn't it just a few weeks ago when she pondered about a situation like this happening? Fate was such a fickle little fiend. In reality, she had no idea, whether Loki was falling as hard for her as she was for him. That would be another bit of information to find out at a later time when they were alone and free of interruptions.
"Of course, we're here to help, Hermione. Don't be silly. Now, let's get to work. You head up and repair the wards while Darcy and I grab some books at the library. We'll meet you in Loki's chambers, so we can force him to explain more to us about the Rime Diamonds. Specifically, what they do and how they may be able to help us with this upcoming fight with Fenrir." Smiling, Jane got up from the table, Darcy following suit. "How does that sound?"
"I think it sounds like a step in the right direction." Hermione got up from the table herself and was just about to walk out of the room before she turned and pointed a finger in Darcy's direction, giving her a playful glare. "And don't think I've forgotten about you spying on me last night!" Smiling widely, almost grimacing, Darcy held up her hands in surrender. Breaking down, Hermione laughed and shook her head. Yes, her life most certainly was taking a turn in a different direction that she planned, but one thing was for certain, no matter what she would always have a great group of friends by her side, on Earth and Asgard.
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Standing in front of Loki's door, Hermione came to the realization that whenever she found herself here, her feelings were always a big jumbled mess. She knew by now that Loki was completely aware of her presence, whether it was outside his door, in the library, or even on Earth. There was no hiding from him, especially now that she had accepted their bond and knew the full extent of what the Rime Diamonds were capable of. Well, mostly. She was no longer being careful with her emotions either, allowing them to flow freely so that Loki could know each little blip on the chaotic radar that was her mental state. It was as if last night the final piece of the damn broke free and now here she was both anxious and anticipating the moment the doors opened and Loki was revealed to her once more.
So, taking a deep breath, Hermione stepped forward and pushed to open the door, blinking into the brightness of the room. For a second, she panicked, fearing Loki really had escaped at seeing the empty room, but then he walked in from the balcony and all her worries vanished as she let out the breath she'd been holding. A stupid grin she would hate herself for later plastered itself on her face and self-consciously she smoothed the wrinkles in her dress. Loki observed her coolly, a stoic expression on his pointed face.
"I didn't think you were coming."
"To be honest, I wasn't exactly sure either." She stepped completely into the room but made no move to get closer to Loki. Continuing to stand by the dresser, he appeared just as clueless as she was about what to do next. He was staring at her with such an intensity, if she didn't know better, she'd think he was reading her mind. Ducking her eyes, she spoke quietly to the floor, "I had to come, though, to repair the wards." She felt his disappointment even before returning her stare to his only to see his face fall ever so slightly. It almost left an acrid taste in her mouth, and she regretted her words immediately.
Sweeping the room with hand, Loki spoke, his voice dripping with venom. "Have at it, then." Promptly, he turned his back on her as she blinked stupidly from where she stood. What an inconsiderate thing for her to say? He probably thought she was some kind of tease given what happened the night before! Deciding she'd better repair the wards before attempting to repair whatever the hell she'd just done, Hermione unsheathed her wand from inside her sleeve and began the incantations. The entire time, Loki kept his back to her, his muscle tense under the thin black shirt. With the wards finally repaired, Hermione sighed and returned her wand to its sheath before stepping up behind him. She hesitated, briefly, before placing a hand upon his back. It surprised her more than it should have when he jumped, but he relaxed slowly, almost leaning back into her touch. At first, his skin felt cold through the thin fabric of his shirt, and Hermione had to remember that Loki was, in fact, a Jotun.
"I'm sorry if I made it seem as if I didn't come here to see you. I did, but the wards are essential right now. I had to repair the damage I did with my emotional outburst." At first, Hermione thought her words were not going to have the desired effect, but slowly, Loki turned, facing her, his hands reaching out to grasp her shoulders.
"Do not apologize, Lady Granger. Again, I am the one at fault." He released his grip and stepped away to observe her properly. "It has long been in my nature to expect only the worst from people, and in turn it has caused me to be cruel." Especially to those that love me. That last part remained unspoken, for the time being, as he had no proof that the brave-hearted witch in front of him truly loved him. Although, he suspected she was falling just as fast for him as he was for her.
"I can understand that. You are not the first person I've seen that overcame a difficult background." Smiling faintly, Hermione tucked a curl behind her ear and watched as Loki's green eyes followed the movement. Trying to keep her mind from wandering to last night, she decided it was best to ask the most important questions before her friends arrived like planned. "Actually, I should warn you; Jane and Darcy are on their way to supervise our visit and ask you questions for our research. It's a bit old fashioned if you ask me."
Holding her stare for a second before pushing the air through his nose, Loki smirked. "Then, we best make this quick." Before she could even think to ask what he was referring to, Loki had swooped down and captured her lips with his own. He then wasted no time wrapping her in his arms. Hermione's eyes widened before fluttering closed as her warm lips brushed hungrily against Loki's cold ones, heating them. Their bodies surged against one another, the air in the room becoming almost electric with magic. Just as Hermione truly relaxed into the kiss, threading her fingers through Loki's soft, dark hair, there was a knocking on the already open door.
"Knock! Knock!" Darcy's overly cheery voice accompanied the knocking, breaking through the haze that had begun to envelop Loki and Hermione. "I see why you thought it was a good idea to come and oversee these two, Jane. Girl, it's gettin' hot up in here!" Jane merely shook her head at Darcy, a concerned look upon her face.
Separating slowly, unlike the night before, Hermione couldn't help the cheesy grin that was plastered to her slightly reddened lips. Loki's green eyes glittered as he released her from his grip, those arms of his unraveling from her plump behind where they'd unconsciously traveled. Wondering what he was thinking, Hermione turned away to glare playfully at her friends. To be honest, she was sort of irritated at being disturbed, but she knew there were more important things to worry about right now than whether or not she was properly snogged.
"Perfect timing, you two." Sarcastically, Hermione chastised her friends, attempting to get her frizzy hair back in order after having been kissed so thoroughly. Ignoring her friend's obvious discomfort, Jane walked into the room and placed the heavy stack of books she was carrying on the table Loki usually at his private meals. Darcy followed behind with the handful of scrolls she held. Watching the two women with one eyebrow quirked, Loki folded his arms across his chest.
"Good morning to you too, Lady Foster, Lady Lewis. Do come in. Make yourselves comfortable." Hermione smiled up at him, catching the sarcasm that her friends were choosing to ignore. At times, she found herself reminded of Draco when Loki allowed himself to be comfortable around others. She could tell by the playful smirk upon his face that he was more delighted than irritated to have company within his chambers rather than being left in the dark. She patted his cold arm gently before walking towards the table to help her friends organize their research materials.
"I suppose you should be glad it was us and not your brother who interrupted your make-out session." Jane tossed teasingly over her shoulder as he smoothed out a star chart. "Thor's already expressed his discomfort at experiencing any sort of relationship type activities from the two of you." Snorting, Darcy nodded before plopping down in one of the luxurious chairs around the table.
"Oh yeah! I'd love to see what he would have done just now!"
"I didn't realize my brother was so embarrassed by sexual tension. What an interesting piece of knowledge." Smiling mischievously, Loki joined them by the table, standing with his hands laced behind his back as he gazed thoughtfully at Jane. Hermione couldn't help the tinge of pink that sprouted on her cheeks at his blatant comment, so she glanced down to examine some the books Jane and Darcy brought. "I do believe I'll store that away for later." He ignored the pointed glare Jane shot up at him from where she now sat. Darcy merely raised her eyebrows at Hermione, who sighed heavily.
"Alright, alright. Let's get started, shall we?" Loki shrugged once before lowering himself into the remaining empty chair, and winking at Hermione.
"As you wish, my Lady." Hermione felt the flash of surprise through the connection from Loki after speaking those words. From the very beginning, she was Lady Granger…even in the dreams. Now, suddenly, she was 'My Lady'? Deciding she better stop staring so stupidly at him, Hermione smiled softly before nodding to acknowledge the change in her status. Relief flooded her soul, so she decided it was best to move onward instead of dwelling on what happened.
"So where do we begin?" Jane reclined in the chair; her stare flickering back and forth between Loki and Hermione. "With getting our questions answered or deciphering these Bifrost fissures?" Her gaze stopped on Loki, knowing it was wholly up to him, on whether or not he cooperated with the three females in the room. He smirked, again, and leaned forward lacing his hands together upon the table.
"I assume you are hinting at the fact that I am not the most forthcoming with information."
"Obviously." Leave it to Darcy to throw caution to the wind. "When have you ever actually helped us straight out? You only ever contribute to something if it's going to benefit you in some way!" She didn't even flinch when Loki's angry eyes turned on her.
"I would like to know how Jotunheim benefited me. Go on, Lady Lewis, explain to me how nearly being murdered was to my benefit?" The ice in Loki's voice was enough to bring the room down a few degrees and causing Hermione to shiver. Frightened of what might come out of her friend's big mouth, Hermione reached out and squeezed her shoulder, stopping her from answering.
"Jotunheim was a disaster," she started. "Loki and I were lucky to make it out alive, but let's not focus on that failure. We have more important things to discuss. I, for one, would like to know more about the Rime Diamonds and this bond that we supposedly share." Her chocolate eyes connected with Loki's emerald ones, and she could literally feel a calm return to him. It was a relief to know a crisis was averted for the time being. Loki was dangerous, there was no doubt about that, and making him angry was definitely not the way to get him to share information.
"What do you wish to know more about?" His question was asked softly, almost as if he were afraid of what she might say. Hermione had to take a moment to organize her thoughts. There were so many questions, but she feared Loki would not answer even half of them.
"I want to know if you're my soulmate."
Nope. That was definitely not the first question she wanted to ask! What happened to Can you show me how to use my Rime Diamond to see you? Or, how did our bond begin if I never wore the ring until after we were in Asgard? Even better, Can we practice the telepathic abilities? No, none of those came out of her mouth. She just had to ask the one question she was most afraid of hearing the answer to. Darcy and Jane were staring at her with wide eyes and gaping mouths as if they too could hardly believe what she'd done. Her full attention on Loki at the moment. As the question lingered in the air between them, Loki continued to stare at her with gentle eyes as if he was finding a way to get out of answering.
"I'm sorry; you don't have to answer that. It was a ridiculous question to ask—" Loki held up his hand effectively stopping the rambled apology she was gearing up for. Clearing his throat, he sat up a bit straighter in his chair, and smiled. Smiled!
"I am not offended, and I do not mind attempting to answer your question. However, I feel that such topics may be better suited for when we are alone." He nodded at the other two in their presence, reminding Hermione they were not, in fact, alone. She blushed, beautifully, in Loki's opinion, and he continued his explanation. "I feel I should further explain our bond for the time being. You see, when I gave Thor the ring, I intended to observe his activities on Midgard, and so that I would know, in advance, when he planned on returning to Asgard. At some point, you must have come into contact with the ring. My guess, when Thor proposed on New Year's"
"That was the first night I dreamt of you." Nodding in agreement, he glanced away remembering that initial dream. He'd been hypnotized by the mystery woman in his dreams. For days afterward, he'd drawn numerous pictures of her before burning them all in a fit of anger a week later after realizing why she was haunting his dreams.
"It was our first connected dream, yes." Clearing his throat, Loki continued, "Your constant proximity to the diamond allowed the bond to grow stronger, and I must admit, I was curious about you. I used mine to observe you quite often, most likely cementing the bond."
"The lore states that you have to both be wearing the diamonds at the same time to become fully bound to one another." Jane was reading the crinkly parchment before glancing up to stare at the God of Mischief. "She never wore the ring until I gave it to here on Asgard. How could your bond have been permanent before then?"
Loki's tongue darted out to wet his lips before speaking again, his heated gaze making Hermione squirm in her chair. "I suspect, that if the two souls are within close enough distance, the bond can be forged. In this case, our linked dreams and my observations. However, it became irreversible the moment she placed that ring upon her body. Tell me, Lady Granger, what happened to your magical abilities after placing the Rime Diamond upon your being?" His long fingers tapped out a rhythmic pattern on the table causing Hermione's heartbeat to accelerate. She immediately began remembering how strong her magic was when she used her shield charms on Earth with S.H.I.E.L.D. and on Jotunheim against the Frost Giants. Her eyes snapped wide open when she realized that she'd altered the wards the other day without the use of her wand! Her emotions aided in her powers allowing her to perform advanced spells no magical being on Earth could execute without a wand.
"My magic is growing stronger." When Loki indicated she clarify further, she swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "It's almost like our powers are becoming one with each other. I can use my magic without my wand…" Trailing off; Hermione looked down at her wand hand and flexed it a number of times, examining the feel of her powers simmering just under the surface. This was certainly not what she expected to find out today. Her eyes lifted until they met Loki's, and she knew he had been aware of the change in her power for much longer than she was. "What does this mean?"
"Their love will be powerful enough to harness magic from the stars." It was Darcy who spoke, bringing all their faces to gape at her in wonder. "It's from the book." She pointed to the blue book Hermione had in front of her. "Is that what's happening?" All eyes rounded on Loki, who was looking thoughtfully at Hermione.
"It's just a myth. There is no telling what is a fact, and what is fiction." The lie fell easily from his lips, as they always did, and he added a smile to throw them off before standing and moving towards the wardrobe where his scepter was kept. Removing it from within, Loki returned to the table, setting the golden scepter with its larger version of the Rime Diamond upon the table. "What we should focus on now, is perfecting our use of the powers we already know the diamonds provide us." Hermione was examining him intensely, as if trying to figure out if he was keeping secrets from her again. Later, when some of these more intricate details came to light, he knew she would be angry, but for now there was no need to get her hopes up. After everything was settled with Fenrir, Hermione would be returning to Earth, and he would be alone once more. It was difficult enough that she suspected the truth—that they were indeed soulmates, destined love one another for all eternity. Smirking, he let his mischievous side take over. "Shall we begin?"
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The remainder of the morning and afternoon were spent with Loki teaching Hermione how to use her Rime Diamonds abilities. He showed her how he used his scepter to view what was going on and helped her figure out how to use the ring in the same aspect. It was thrilling each time an excited ripple traveled through their connection when Hermione learned something new. Her thirst for knowledge was contagious, and he wished he held the same carefree nature she embodied. Their discovery of mutual telepathy was possibly the best conquest of the day. After much trial and error, they found a way to communicate within their minds without having to touch the diamonds. By using their magical cores, they could harness the power of the Rime Diamonds that lingered within them, enabling their minds to connect.
Jane came to the conclusion that this is what allowed for the linked dreams. Their subconscious had apparently sought one another out and allowed them to communicate via their dreams long before they were fully aware of the situation. Hermione and Darcy found it intriguing…Loki and Jane found it dangerous. If the diamonds fell into the wrong hands, well, there was no telling what kind of malevolent actions could be wrought on the universe. Loki suspected Jane worried that he was still planning on using the Rime Diamonds for despicable deeds, but he'd tabled his plans, for now.
Wielding his scepter, Hermione asked why he chose to mount his diamond on a scepter rather than a crown. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Loki had to admit his love for scepters, and like her wand, it allowed for his magic to be projected further and with more accuracy. And there was the whole, enjoying the sound a scepter made when it cracked open someones skull. He left that part out of the explanation though, fearing her opinion of him would change for the worse. Again.
After they'd sorted out all the details with the abilities of the Rime Diamonds, Jane had asked for Loki's opinion on her star charts, and whether or not he felt the Convergence could have left fractures in the Bifrost. Having his own experience with loopholes in the Bifrost, he took the matter seriously and helped her revise her maps and charts. While they looked these over, Darcy and Hermione continued researching the myth of Fenrir now that they had an excellent myth text to work from. Every now and then, Loki would send little thoughts through their telepathic connection as practice, and so see how Hermione's eyes would light up and her cheeks would turn that adorable pink color, and she would mentally scold him for being off task. It was almost a shame when it was finally time for the women to return to their chambers and prepare for dinner.
Loki walked with them to his door, making sure not to set off the wards. Jane and Darcy pretended to talk quietly while Hermione remained by his side. "I'll make sure the guards send for you so you can join us at dinner later." Staring down into her eyes, he smiled softly before reaching out and tucking his favorite curl behind her ear.
"I do not mind eating alone, Lady Granger." She was shaking her head, even before he finished speaking.
"Absolutely not. You've been secluded in this room for weeks. It's time you rejoin us." Unable to argue with her logic, he relented.
"As you wish." She smiled brightly causing a burst of happiness to develop within his chest. Nodding resolutely, Hermione turned and joined her friends. Before they could leave, Loki called out. "Lady Foster, if I could have a private word with you, please?" An uneasy look flitted across Jane's face, but she whispered for Darcy and Hermione to wait for her at the end of the hall. Once she had watched them go, she stepped forward, but remained well enough behind the ward line, out of Loki's reach. He respected her weariness of him. He had, after all, betrayed her and Thor not too long ago. And planned their demise, not that they knew that of course.
"Thank you for staying behind."
"What is it that you want, Loki?" Taking a deep breath, he attempted to shield Hermione from the onslaught of emotions he was about to partake in. He did not want to worry her, or give anything away.
"I was hoping you might discuss with my brother the idea of me attending your engagement feast tomorrow evening." Whatever Jane was expecting, that certainly hadn't been it and it was reflected in her shocked expression. "You see; in an extremely uncharacteristic move, I asked Lady Granger if she would consider allowing me to escort her. However, I am afraid prisoners are typically not invited to such events." Jane blinked a few times before turning and staring down the hall to where Darcy and Hermione waited. She readjusted the books in her arms before sighing.
"While I am still a bit apprehensive about you and Hermione developing some sort of relationship beyond this connection you share, who am I to keep two people that love one another apart." Glancing back up at Loki, she attempted a smile. "Although your actions were not entirely expected when it comes to such situations, you did protect Thor and I in Svartalfheim. I suppose I can talk to Thor about allowing you this privilege." She glared at him before harshly whispering, "I am doing this more for my friend than I am doing it for you. You know nothing of her past; Hermione's had a horrible past ten years, and she deserves some happiness. If that happiness comes from the likes of you, so be it, but I'm warning you, Loki. If you hurt her again, in any way, you're going to have more than just Thor to worry about." Done with her idle threat, Jane nodded and leveled her eyes with his own.
"I understand entirely, Lady Foster. I have not forgotten the spitfire disposition that dwells under your calm façade." Narrowing her eyes as if anticipating some sort of trick, Jane gave him one last look before turning and following after the others. Loki watched for as long as he could until the angle allowed him no further view. Stepping away from the ward line, he closed the doors with his hands and came to the conclusion that his brother had found a perfect match indeed. Chuckling lightly, Loki shook his head and went to his wardrobe so that he could prepare for dinner. It was a nice feeling knowing he was welcome back into the melee of things after locking himself away for so long.
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It felt like ages since Hermione last stood in front of her ornate mirror in a fancy gown awaiting a feast. Had it really only been a handful of weeks since this journey began? It was hard to think back and remember the person she used to be. It was true, though, she was an entirely different person now. She was no longer pining after Draco, she was falling for Loki, and her magical core was changing by the day thanks to the Rime Diamond. Idly, she wondered if her Patronus had changed as well. That hypothesis would have to wait until later to be tested, Hermione decided as she examined the green frock she was wearing. It was much more comfortable than the precious Asgardian dress. This one sat off the shoulders with long sleeves that covered her arms and hid her wand sheath from view. The front was tied together with golden ribbon, pushing her chest upwards, but not suffocating her like the corset previously worn. The velvet dress flowed downward, stopping just below her knees, and allowed for some beautiful effects when she spun around. The fabric clung to her curves accentuating her womanly figure. She blushed just thinking about Loki putting his large hands on her as they danced closely.
Walking to her dresser, Hermione unclasped her chain where the Rime Diamond ring was held. She tucked it away into a drawer as Loki suggested the night before at dinner. They did not know who else in the Realm might know of the diamonds and their powers, so it was safer to leave it behind. Besides, they no longer needed the diamonds to communicate, as they'd had fun trying last night after everyone went to bed. Hermione's cheeks burned just imagining the sensual words Loki spoke to her as she sprawled out on her bed, alone. It was maddening being reminded of their dreams and not being able to kiss, to touch one another. Perhaps, if everything went well tonight, she could sneak off to his room after the feast ended. Merlin knew she was more than ready to take their relationship to the next level regardless of whether or not Loki was a villain. He'd apologized to her more than once and was taking steps in the right direction. Hermione was unsure what the future held for the two of them, but she was done dwelling on what was to come. It was time to live in the now, and right now she wanted nothing more than to dance in the arms of the man she was falling in love with.
Fluffing her hair one last time, Hermione shrugged her shoulders at herself and hurried to meet Darcy in the hallway. She didn't have to wait long before her raven-haired friend joined her, dressed in a gown of midnight blue. It had a swooping neckline that was probably a bit more promiscuous than intended, but it flattered Darcy regardless. It laced up the back and billowed out at the hips reminding Hermione of a cupcake. Striking a pose, Darcy thrust out one hip and pointed at the ceiling. "How do I look, girlfriend?" Shaking her head Hermione grabbed her arm and began dragging her towards the stairs.
"Beautiful. Now let's go. We're going to be late." Darcy frowned playfully, bumping Hermione's hip with her own.
"You're bossy when you're nervous." Shooting her friend a glare, Hermione tried to reel in her emotions. She wasn't nervous, really. It was more of an anxious sort of anticipation. She was looking forward to spending an evening with Loki without having to sneak around or worry about planning for Fenrir's arrival. It was just a relaxing, romantic evening for the two of them to enjoy.
"I'm not nervous."
"If you say so, darling." Hermione swatted playfully at Darcy as they descended the stairs and emerged in the main corridor.
Already the sounds of the revel were permeating the Asgardian palace. Music could be heard throughout the corridors followed by the delectable scent of the prepared meal they would all enjoy within the next hour. Darcy and Hermione hurried towards the main doors of the Grand Hall where Lady Sif and the Warriors Three could be seen waiting. Jane was also there, and Hermione looked on in awe at how beautiful she looked.
Jane was wearing a cream-colored dress with gold trim and lace that tied up the front like Hermione's gown. She was once again wearing the tiara on her head, and her hair was curled delicately. She was chatting happily with Sif but stopped short when her friends arrived. "Oh there you two are! We were starting to wonder if you'd gotten lost again." Sif laughed, and Darcy rolled her eyes.
"Very funny. We only got lost twice." As Darcy spoke, Hermione giggled as she held up four fingers indicating they'd actually gotten lost in the palace four times together.
"It was four times and on the third, we got so lost Thor had to use Mjolnir to fly around and find us in the gardens. It was absolutely embarrassing!" Giggling, Hermione hugged Darcy, who was giving her a fake look of betrayal. "Speaking of Thor, where is he?"
"He went to retrieve Loki from his room after bringing me down. He shouldn't be much longer." Jane sighed happily and smoothed out her dress. "I'm ready to get this over with."
"That dress is so beautiful I cannot imagine what your wedding gown will look like," Lady Sif admitted before turning to Fandral. "Shall we head inside?" Fandral nodded and allowed Sif to loop her arm within his before sweeping her into the Grand Hall.
"I guess I'll head in as well and get a good spot for the show," Darcy announced as she turned to catch Hermione's eye. "Are you coming in now or are you going to wait for Loki?" Unsure of what to do, Hermione turned to look up the stairs, hoping that Thor and Loki would be there, but they were still absent. Pursing her lips, she ran a hand through her hair.
"I suppose I can go in so you don't have to go alone." At that moment, Hogun stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"I can escort you inside, Lady Lewis. That way, Lady Granger can await the arrival of her companion for the evening." When he righted himself, Hogun extended his hand and waited for Darcy to place her own in his palm. She did this slowly as if in complete shock.
"That would be…lovely." Hogun took Darcy's hand and looped her arm inside of his own before beginning to lead the way inside. Turning slightly to glance over her shoulder, Darcy gave Jane and Hermione a wide-eyed look of surprise accompanied with a large grin. After they were swept off into the crowd, Jane turned and crossed her arms.
"I didn't see that one coming."
"Hogun talks of Lady Lewis quite frequently." Volstagg divulged. "I believe I will head inside as well. Have a good evening." The two ladies nodded as he went, both still surprised by the sudden turn of events.
"I wonder if that will go anywhere." Hermione did not reply as she was becoming a bit restless the longer she and Jane stood there. When she felt a current of longing under her skin, Hermione turned to the staircase to find that Thor and Loki were finally descending. A ridiculous grin bloomed on her face, and she physically had to stop herself from running forward at the sight of Loki in his traditional armor. He was even wearing his golden, horned helmet. It was the first time she'd actually seen him dressed this royally since they'd unmasked him as Odin. She waited patiently with Jane as the two gods came forward and stopped in front of them. Thor reached out and took Jane's hand in his own and pulled her closer so he could place a kiss upon her rouged cheek. Hermione tore her eyes away to gaze wistfully up at Loki, who was inspecting her, his eyes glittering in the light from the sconce upon the wall.
Finally, Loki reached out and took her hand before lifting it to place a chaste kiss upon the surface. His cool lips lingered on her skin a second longer than necessary causing Hermione to shiver deliciously. Smirking slightly, Loki returned to his usual height and slid his other arm around Hermione's back, pulling her closer and making her forget they were not alone in the hallway. That hand held her steady as she teetered on the modest heels she wore. Reaching out with her mind, she spoke the words she was unsure about saying aloud. "You look rather handsome tonight, Loki."
"Not nearly as beautiful as you look, my Lady. I look forward to spending the night with you in my arms as we dance until the early morning." Blushing, Hermione diverted her eyes as Thor cleared his throat loudly, effectively bringing them out of the reverie they'd gotten lost in. Jane was attempting to hide her smile as Thor began to chastise them.
"You will want to be careful when using your telepathic abilities. The expressions on your faces clearly indicate all is not what it appears to be." Straightening his own armor, Thor reached out and placed a hand gently behind Loki's neck, giving a tender shake. "Now, brother, enjoy this evening of frivolity and take care of Hermione." The or else was left unsaid, but it was clear Thor expected Loki to take the utmost care of Hermione. Instead of answering, Loki steered Hermione towards the doorway. Rolling her eyes, Hermione decided to answer for the both of them.
"Thank you, Thor. I hope you two enjoy the evening as well. Congratulations!" She elbowed Loki discreetly, causing his to shoot her a pointed look, but he too plastered a smile on his face and inclined his head at the happy couple. As they turned and entered the Grand Hall, she whispered into his ear, "It wouldn't kill you to be kind to them, you know."
"It might," Loki countered, with sincerity. Sentiment was one of the most dangerous weapons in the universe. The thought of someone using his feelings for Hermione to bring him to his knees was enough to make the monster inside of him rear its ugly head. Pushing those thoughts away, Loki held fast to Hermione as they faced the expanse of dancing, eating, and drinking Asgardian citizens. He could feel her trembling as the guard prepared to announce their arrival to the grand room.
"Announcing Loki Laufeyson of Jotunheim and Lady Hermione Granger of Midgard!" Gritting his teeth, Loki stood in the entryway for an acceptable amount of time as the commotion across the room died down before he attempted to steer Hermione out of the way and towards the table he could see Lady Lewis waiting with Hogun and the others. Briefly, he chanced a look at her face, which had gone pale but still held her tightlipped smile.
"Come along, my Lady. Let us get something to drink." Her voice echoed in his head so suddenly, he nearly lost his footing.
"Why are they all staring at us like that!? It's gone completely silent in here! Even the music has stopped. They are glaring at me like I've done them some sort of disservice."
Smiling ruefully, Loki swallowed thickly before answering her aloud. "I can assure you, Lady Granger; their misgivings are aimed at me and not at you. Have you so easily forgotten I am considered a monster here on Asgard?" It was interesting that she assumed the citizens frowned upon her for her Midgardian heritage rather than realizing it was he that was loathed above all else. Stopping suddenly and facing Loki, Hermione's eyes were wide like saucers, tears making them glitter in the candlelight. She was just opening her mouth, a rebuttal prepared, when the guard at the door announced the feast's guests of honor.
"Announcing Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder and his fiancée, Lady Jane Foster of Midgard!" Immediately the silence became a booming chaotic cheer that made the goblets rattle on the tables, and the chandelier sway. Hermione blinked rapidly before turning away from Loki to cheer along with the crowd. After that the evening truly began. Darcy drug Hermione and Loki over to their table where she sat next to Hogun and spent most of the meal answering questions asked of her. Hermione remained mostly silent as she sat next to Loki, still feeling a bit thrown off after the interesting reception they'd experienced. Looking back on it, she probably should have seen that coming. Loki was supposed to be a prisoner in the dungeons, and here he was, enjoying the revel of Thor's engagement. The entire situation put a bit of a damper on the evening, in her opinion.
After the initial feast, Thor and Jane opened the night for dancing as a beautiful song was played. Hermione stood watching with Darcy as their friend beamed up into Thor's face. He dropped a kiss to her lips causing the citizens in attendance to stand their feet, clap, and pound on the tables. Unable to help herself, Hermione felt herself smiling and relaxing as the dance went on. It was silly of her to allow the opinions of people she didn't even know to tarnish the beautiful night. Glancing over her shoulder, she tried to grab Loki's attention, but he was discussing something with Hogun. The smile tapered from her face as she turned to continue watching Jane and Thor. Darcy elbowed her gently, causing her to raise her eyebrows.
"Better her than us. Can you imagine having to dance in front of all these people? I can barely walk in these heels, let alone do some sort of foxtrot!" Laughing at her friend's antics, Hermione tilted her head as she observed the dancing going on.
"I don't know. It might be kind of nice to have someone to dance like that with. I mean, do you see the way he looks at her." She indicated Thor with a flick of her chin. "He would never let Jane stumble, and if she did, he'd be there to catch her in a heartbeat." Sighing heavily, she crossed her arms as the song came to an end indicating others were free to join the couple on the dancefloor. Many citizens joined the Thor and Jane, including Fandral and Sif. Hermione was just about to suggest to Darcy that they go in search of dessert when Hogun appeared.
"Lady Lewis, would you care to join me for a dance," he asked before bowing slightly at the waist like he'd done earlier. Without even hesitating, Darcy agreed, accepting his hand and following him out into the mass. She felt Loki's presence before he joined her on the outskirt of the dancefloor. He reached up and pushed the hair out of his face, so he could better see the festivities.
"Are we fighting?" Astonished by the outrageousness of that statement, Hermione faced Loki, her mouth hanging wide open. He smirked down at her briefly before returning his gaze to the dancing.
"Of course not! Why ever would you think that?" As if to prove a point, she placed her left hand on his wrist, squeezing gently. He lifted his arm so that his was now linked with hers. She felt relief deep in her veins and realized it was radiating from not only Loki, but herself as well.
"You have barely spoken to me since we arrived earlier. I was afraid I had done something uncouth again."
"No—it wasn't you. I find myself disappointed in the citizen's reactions. I simply forgot they only know Loki the villain and not the Loki I know. It was rather off-putting." She sighed heavily before leaning into his body. "I feel embarrassed."
"Of me?"
"Oh! Of course not! How could you even ask that? I feel embarrassed of myself—of my reaction to the situation." She peered up at him, her curls flowing down the back of her green gown. "I should know better…you are not the first person I have not been expected to have a relationship with." His face fell a bit.
"Who else have you been with that was considered not good enough for you?" Startled, Hermione couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Loki continued to stare at her incredulously.
"I'm sorry for laughing, but you have it quite the opposite," she explained. "I dated Draco, you know the one that helped Harry find out about Fenrir. You see; he is a Pureblood wizard from a long, long line of Pureblood supremacists. Back when we dated, it was still a bit of a scandal for a Muggleborn and a Pureblood to be together. Actually, we had to end our relationship because he was unknowingly betrothed to a Pureblood witch. I'm sure you can imagine what that was like having read my book." Hermione finished her clarification, feeling much better than she had a few moments ago. Actually, it was interesting to be able to discuss her and Draco's separation without falling apart for once.
Recalling what Jane had said about Hermione having experienced a difficult past decade, Loki could only imagine indeed what exactly she'd gone through dating the Pureblood wizard. Now here she was, seemingly ready to date yet another unsuitable character. Suspecting a discussion with his brother about this Draco Hermione previously dated was in order, Loki promised himself to ask her more about her past so that she wasn't a complete mystery to him any longer. The more time he spent with Hermione, the more he realized it was becoming harder and harder to imagine a life without her. He observed the way her eyes tracked the movements of the dancers, an idea formulating in his mind. Deciding it was time to break through the former melancholy their evening had descended into, Loki leaned over and placed a gentle kiss upon her cheek, relishing in the blush that spread over her fair skin.
"Come," he demanded, lightly pulling her forward. "Let us dance the night away like we planned." He backed them through the crowd, relishing in the fact that they scampered out of their way. Being feared had its privileges. Hermione held tightly to his hand as they split the crowd, her chocolate eyes never leaving his emerald ones. It was as if she put all of her trust in him to make sure she would be safe. Swallowing tightly, Loki realized he would do anything to protect this woman, to keep her by his side. Reaching the center of the room, Loki stopped and jerked Hermione towards him with a gentle tug causing her to flow forward into his waiting arms. The music changed to a slow, sensual tempo, and Loki laced his fingers with Hermione's before sliding his left hand around to hold her lower back possessively. As the song took shape, Loki used the hand on her velvety back to pull her forward so that they were flush against one another. He felt her sharp intake of breath as their bodies connected and then, together, they began to move as one around the dancefloor.
As they danced, a crowd formed around them, watching as this unlikely pair connected on a level beyond their wildest dreams. It was as if they were the only two in the room. It certainly felt that way. Both Loki and Hermione ignored the rest of the guests as they moved about the dancefloor. In the back of his mind, Loki hoped that the guests were not insulting Hermione as they danced. He tilted her this way and that, causing her chocolatey eyes to warm and the smile to grow upon her plump, pink lips. Even without the help of the Rime Diamond bond, Loki couldn't be certain he would be able to stop himself from falling in love with Hermione. She was everything he would consider for a companion: beautiful, smart, sassy, and capable of taking care of herself. And that was only scratching the surface. On his end, there was no denying that they were soulmates. As the music continued, Loki decided to let loose and have some fun before the song was over. He would give those judgmental citizens something to talk about.
Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of Loki as he twirled them fluidly along with the music. She could feel his heart beating against her own, as he held her close. Slowly, they spun and twirled mindlessly as the music cascaded, enveloping them entirely in a glorious crescendo. The people in the room became an immobilized blur as Loki released her back and spun her about with one hand before pulling her tightly against him once more. Before she could take a breath, he dipped her backwards, their hips meeting deliciously as she slowly spun once around before he pulled her upright again. Hermione couldn't help the breathless giggle that erupted from her chest as they continued to dance. Her laughter lit Loki's eyes up to the point Hermione was certain they would melt her if she was made of ice.
Looking back, Hermione could not remember a time where she'd felt this wanted, this loved without having someone speak the words aloud. Dancing with Loki was an experience all of its own. The slow, sensual movements awakened a part of Hermione she feared had been destroyed all those years ago when her heart had been shattered to pieces after losing Draco. As the music began coming to a close, Loki pulled her ever nearer, his face slowly moving downward as she felt her own face tilting further back, moving her lips closer to his slightly parted ones. The two of them came to a stop just as the music, both breathing heavily, their lips barely touching and making them both so dizzy with arousal Hermione wondered if perhaps they would burst into flame. It was growing increasingly harder to deny the possibility that Loki was, in fact, her soulmate. Eyes flickering closed, Hermione awaited Loki's kiss, his hand tightening on her lower back, scrunching the velvety fabric within his long fingers.
At that precise second, a blood-curdling scream echoed through the Grand Hall causing Hermione's eyes to snap open and her head to whip around to the front of the room. There, standing upon the head table was a man Hermione hadn't seen since the Battle of Hogwarts, well, except for her nightmares. Fenrir Greyback stood, covered in blood from head to foot and holding what appeared to be a human heart in his hand as he surveyed his surroundings. Stumbling, Hermione gasped and nearly fell over. If it wasn't for Loki's continued hold, she would have gone down. Heart beating frantically with fear, she watched in horror as Fenrir held up the dripping heart and began squeezing the remaining blood into a goblet he'd plucked off the table. Once emptied, Fenrir plopped the heart uselessly by his feet. There were a number of screams and even a few sounds of retching.
"That's Fenrir," Hermione found herself whispering to Loki.
"I assumed as much."
Laughing cruelly, Fenrir held his blood-filled goblet high above his head before smiling sinisterly.
"It appears, I've interrupted some sort of engagement feast. What a shame?" Across the room, Thor could be seen making his way through the frantic crowd. Fenrir spotted this and turned his attentions to the god of thunder. "I presume that since King Odin was fast asleep upstairs the feast was in your honor?" He gestured towards Thor with the goblet, causing some of the blood to slosh over the side. "I suppose introductions are in order—I am Fenrir the Great Wolf, and I have come to destroy you all!" With that said he toasted the room and then drank down his glass of blood before throwing the goblet to the floor and used his boot-clad foot to squish the heart as well.
"Fenrir!" Thor boomed, throwing Mjolnir, but the beast ducked at the last second. Fenrir jumped down from the table and began making his way through the stunned crowd until he was mere feet from Thor. Loki and Hermione left Darcy to her own devices as they both rushed forward to aid in any way they could. Guards surged in from the hallways and Lady Sif and the Warriors Three took up their arms. "You will need more than some mystical hammer to destroy me, Mighty Thor." Taking in the faces arriving around him, Fenrir grinned, blood dripping from his chin. It was Loki who asked the question on all of their minds.
"Whose heart has been consumed for your own merriment?" Evil eyes turned towards the God of Mischief and Lies. The beast sized Loki up, as if determining exactly how much of a threat he might be. Loki remained steadfast; his eyes never blinking and his jaw set in a hard line. Instead of answering, Fenrir glanced past Loki to where Hermione stood, wand ready in her hand.
"Oh? Hermione Jean Granger—here in Asgard? I should have known you were on to me after running into Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Tell me—how is dear old Draco faring?" Cackling at himself, Fenrir glared at her. "I assume he'll be asking for me rather soon."
"What are you talking about? What have you done to Draco?" Loki glanced back at the concern in her voice, but she ignored him, tightening the grip on the wand she pointed at Fenrir's chest.
"How interesting that a mere Mudblood has found her way into another Realm?" Everyone, except Hermione, flinched at his brazen use of the horrible insult. However, her eyes did narrow in anger as Fenrir continued his insipid talking. "And by the looks of it, you're fucking a Jotun. How would Saint Potter, or better yet, feel if he knew about this interesting turn of events?" Loki growled, starting to lunge forward, but Hermione grabbed hold of his armor with her free hand, pulling him back.
"Don't," she warned him mentally. "Tell us who you murdered." Rolling his eyes, Fenrir sighed heavily.
"Come now, surely the Brightest Witch of our Age can figure this one out." Terror made Hermione's blood run cold.
"Odin."
She jumped at the bark of laughter Fenrir unleashed. This time, it was Thor who lunged forward, but he had no one holding back. Prepared for the attack, Fenrir secured himself within a shield charm and continued with his laughter. Hermione licked her lips, going through the spells in her mind she could use to break that barrier down. They were unprepared though—there were too many people in this room that could be hurt if a fight broke out right now. Far too many people that could be killed. Hermione watched as Thor's hammer bounced off of the shield throwing him backwards, nearly off his feet.
"As fun and eye-opening as this has been, I'd better return to Earth. The full moon is nearly upon us, and I expect I have a new child who will need taken care of…in one form or another." With one last hateful look at all of them, specifically Thor, Hermione, and Loki, Fenrir turned and vanished into the void with a sickening 'pop'! His departure sent the room into panic once more, especially after Thor let loose a roar so powerful it called lightning from the heavens, down and through Mjolnir. Hermione stood staring at the point where Fenrir vanished, a sick feeling causing her to lose balance on her heels. Loki caught hold of her arm just as Darcy and Jane joined them all.
"Hermione? What is it now? Are you having another seizure?" Darcy looked frantic.
Staring blankly ahead, Hermione felt hollow at the realization of how Fenrir managed to get inside the palace and murder Odin while they were all down here partying and dancing and—and falling in love. Tears beginning to brim the surface of her eyes, she peered up at Loki, who was obviously feeling everything she was. His hand gripped her arm so hard she knew there would be marks there tomorrow.
"I repaired the wards to your room," she whispered causing his eyes to grow wide. He shook his head, almost willing her not to say the incriminating words. A single sob escaped her mouth as she turned and faced the others. "I forgot to repair the wards around the palace." No one spoke as the implication of her words sunk in. As the last of the revel guests disappeared from the Grand Hall, nothing could be heard except the drip-drip-dripping off the table from the remnants of Fenrir's feast.
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End Notes: Oops. Oh Hermione. I hope you liked the chapter! Please leave some reviews with questions and comments! I want to know what you think! I always reply! Also, let's see…this week's questions: How do you think Hermione is going to react? Do you feel Loki will be sympathetic to what happened? How will the death of Odin be dealt with? Is anyone going to figure out what Fenrir was talking about when he referenced Draco? What do you think Loki and Thor are going to talk about? Is anyone else as excited as I am by Darcy and Hogun? (He won the poll by the way). Okay. That's all for now. Still send me song recs and quotes too! Also remember to check out my profile for links to the Spotify playlist and my tumblr, twitter, and Facebook group! (ps…if you'd like to make a cover photo for this story, I would be beyond grateful and love you forever!)
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