At night, Loke would dream of another world. One with magic, guilds, and monsters. So different yet similar to his world, a world of ninjas with chakra and diverse abilities. Loke never let these dreams get into his mind, being a member of Fairytail's . But even then, he felt at times that he knew one of them. A girl, with long blonde hair.
At times, he would question why he was in this world. Even though he was a star, he always knew that he was an outsider. A black sheep in the village, no matter where he looked.
One day, the member had enough. There was nothing for him in this world, and he was desperate to know what happened to the other world. Above all else, Loke wanted to know about the scarlet haired mage, and why he felt attracted to her.
One night, members guarding the artifact fell silent. A figure of darkness sped past the fallen bodies to get to his goal. Finally appearing in the artifact room, Loke took a moment to admire to admire the altar, removing his mask in the process.
A relic of the Clan, the altar was known for letting people walk worlds, but was never used. The only reason why Fairytail had it in the first place was because of the Fourth's wife, who was heiress to the royal family.
Loke placed his hand at the center of the altar. Closing his eyes, he thought about everything in that world. The guilds, the magic, the people. Especially the people. He thought about the red haired sword mage, the raven haired ice mage, the fire mage, and so many other individuals.
When Loke opened his eyes, he was no longer in Fairytail. Instead, he found himself in front of a large building with a symbol he repeatedly saw in his dreams. At an instance he knew that he was in the world he dreamed of.
Steeling his nerves, Loke braced himself for anything when he opened the doors. However, he was not expecting a random guild member to fly out, nearly slamming into him.
Thanks to his fast reflexes, Loke instictively substituted with a chair inside the guild, letting the poor guild member slam into the chair.
Getting up and brushing dust off his armor, Loke looked up to see the eyes of some very surprised guildmembers, and a very silent guildhall, aside from the groans of fallen guild members.
Suddenly feeling the need to hide his face and tattoo from the crowd, Loke rubbed his face slowly, as if he was ashamed. "So, uhh, what's up?"
Well, instead of answering, Lucy decided to tackle the ginger haired member, afraid that he would dissapear again.
Even with his fast reflexes, Loke could not even hope to evade the red haired mage, who left her strawberry cake unattended and rushed him like there was no tomorrow. They fell down to the wooden floor, with an audible 'oof'.
Loke's second home is Fairytail
But his heart feels home whenever he's around her, for he lives because of him.
Rubbing his head as to ease the pain, Loke opened to a sight that hurt him inside. The blonde haired mage was above him, holding him as if he would disappear if she let go.
Closing the distance between the two, Loke embraced Lucy as if she was the most precious thing ever. And in the end of the day, Loke finally knew that the feelings he had for this place, a place only seen in dreams, far surpassed the feelings he had for Fairytail. Finally, Loke knew that he was home.