Disclaimer: Is Natsu secretly in love with Sting or someone of the likes in the canon universe?
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The fresh air of outside refreshed Loke, washing all thoughts from his mind. He had always enjoyed the oceanside, whether it was summer or winter.
Come to think of it, Mage did to.
Loke frantically fought off the flashback he knew was coming but his efforts were in vain.
The first time Loke had been released from his key, it was to the scent of salt water. He child at the time and was young and innocent to the world and the horrors that surrounded it.
"Master?" was his tentative first word.
The man who had held his key and summoned it pulled a sword out and held it to Loke's chest. "Devil," he hissed in anger. "I've already destroyed five of your horcruxes, and all you can say is 'master?'"
Loke stared the green-eyed man in the eyes. Weren't they supposed to make a contract now? And then the man was supposed to train him. That's what the Spirit King had told him at the very least and the wise old spirit hadn't steered him wrong before.
The man, who was still threating to stab Loke, looked at him in confusion. "You are a horcrux, right?"
Loke shifted, his ill-fitting black suit tearing a bit as it snagged on the tip of the man's blade. When where they going to make the contract? Was he going to get a name?
Yes, he did have a name in the spirit world, but his master was supposed to give him one. All of his friends who had been summoned before said that it helped link master and spirit together.
"Can you even understand me?"
"Yes." Loke mumbled. He realized that the swab on top of the man's head was hair. The style somewhat resembled his, but in black.
"ARE YOU A HORCRUX, THEN?" The sword tip tore through Loke's white shirt and scrapped his chest. A small rivulet of blood began to run down his front as the man enlarged his wound.
"No," Loke quietly said. "I'm a spirit."
The man stalled for a moment, withdrawing the sword a bit and giving Loke a curious look. "A spirit. What's that?"
Loke had heard that some celestial wizards asked plenty of questions. This man must be one.
A thought hit him as the meaning of the man's words hit him. He didn't know what a celestial spirit was?
That must mean he was a natural mage who had just picked up a random key.
It wasn't unheard of in the spirit realm, but was a rare occurrence. Of course Loke had been prepared to deal with someone of the sort, but that didn't mean that he wanted to. This man was his master though…
"A celestial spirit is the companion and warrior of a celestial or stellar spirit mage." Loke whispered in response. "You are one of these mages, and my master."
The man burst into peals of laughter, lowering his sword. Waves crashed in the background as he knelt over, his lean frame bending easily.
"You've got it all wrong," the man said as he shifted his weight, causing himself to rock on his bottom. "My name is Harry, and I'm a wizard. The only thing I'm the master of is Dobby and he recently-" The man- now identified as Harry- cut off for a moment, quieting down and halting all movement. "Died."
"I am sorry for you loss Master." Loke said matter-of-factly. "Would you like me to cheer you up?"
"With what? Sunshine and fairies?" Harry turned sarcastic, his face souring. "That's what everyone else has tried.
"By naming me and sending me out to avenge his death."
"You're a kid!" Harry said in disbelief.
A wave of annoyance rushed over Loke, and he broke the first law of being a spirit.
Never talk back to your master, unless they allow you to.
"I would like to tell you that I am a thousand years old and the leader of the twelve golden spirits. But since I'm a kid…" Loke trailed off, gaining confidence in rebelling against this man.
Harry summoned him. Harry threatened to kill him. Harry laughed at him.
Worst of all, Harry mocked him.
"Sorry!" Harry said haughtily as he jumped up, hands in the air. "I wasn't aware that I was talking to a prince!"
Loke just glared at him.
"But you did say I was your master and that you needed a name." Harry stated as he lowered his hands. "How about… Loki? You somewhat tricked me and since you're a prince…"
"What gives you the right to name me now?" Loke huffed. This man- Harry- already had misused him.
An evil smile flashed across Loke's face as he realized how much magic of Harry's he must be spending. The man deserved it!
"Maybe not Loki… Bad idea to name a being directly after a god. How about Loke? Close enough, unique, sounds cool." Harry went on, ignoring Loke.
Loke noticed Harry's behavior and blanched. HE WAS BEING IGNORED! HE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IGNORED! THIS HUMAN DID NOT GRASP WHAT WAS GOING ON!
"… Loke works." Loke replied as his childish anger subsided. "Now what days are you going to summon me?"
Harry closed one eye and stared at Loke. "Really? What's the use of having a super-special warrior spirit if I can't summon it whenever I want?"
"Any day of the week then." Loki began to forcefully shut his gate. "See you later then, Mage."
"My name's Harry- and where are you going? Loke? LOKE? THIS IS STILL CONFUSING!" His master's voice trailed off as Loke disappeared.
A large wave of water startled Loke out of his flashback. "Third in a day." he mumbled, remarking on the sheer number that had taken him away today.
In the past, maybe a single memory would plague him every week, let alone every day. It was now constant event, it seemed.
That wasn't good. It meant that something was happening.
"LOKE!" A voice resounded from behind the spirit. "MIRAJANE SAID THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG!"
Loke turned around to see Lucy, sprinting across the edges of the river that ran down to the ocean.
That's right.
He had Lucy now.
Not Mage.