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Across the Universe	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:
Greetings universe!
Yes, I am still very much alive.
I've been away, busy and unwell. My birthday is coming on Wednesday and I feel bad and not able to focus into preparing it because things at home (like the bad stuff and shit last July) is coming up again (some family thing that keeps on repeating) and is emoitnally trying to bring me back down.
I've tried and i'm trying hrder and harder everyday to be mature, to man it all up and suck it all up but it's just not easy. writing, coffee and a few chats with friends are my memre escape lately.
This time last year I was so harassed with my upcoming graduation recital so I did only half enjoyed my birthmmonth. but this year, it really sucks cause you get only a birthday once a year and shit has to happen exactly at my birthmonth and start even at my birthday week. so I'm kind of really emotional at the moment.
but I am fighting it. i'm really, really trying to fight it off.
Hope all is well at your end.
Here's a chapter for everyone.
Cheers and lots of love from my end of the world.
xx

Chapter XI
Maps of the Soul

“We would be working very closely, so I suggest this friendship I am offering you-“ Hermione muttered, mimicking Loki’s expression as she tied her hair up in a tight bun at the café’s ladies’ room.
She stared at her reflection and couldn’t believe that she lasted
about an hour or so with the despicable man.
Well, he wasn’t despicable – he just reminded her a lot of a combination of Draco and Lucius Malfoy – good looks, money and an ego bigger than the three of them altogether.
“Friends with you?” she repeated counting seconds in her head on how long she can still stay there to excuse herself there. “No, sir – not me, I guarantee you.” Hermione muttered with fire in her eyes.
He had been serving her with the best dishes at the café as his reservation and she had to admit that all dishes were delectable and well, she could only guess were expensive.
They had been debating about many things – from work, to ideas and beliefs – and this, Hermione won’t be able to deny at all – the man had style and was intellectual.
In fact, if she’d take a closer look, he had the looks and the brains, and not to mention the gold for all that he wanted in the world.
But there was just something irritable about him and yet she couldn’t say no to his invitations..
Why?
She doesn’t know.
But he absolutely keeps her curious and interested at the same time what with all the knowledge he shares with her.
There was just too much of interesting things inside his head that she couldn’t just put him down and ignore.

After about ten minutes of battling with herself on how she would excuse herself to get home after a scrumptious dinner that she secretly really enjoyed, Hermione returned to their table.
A ‘Faux’ colour of her lipstick, her hair up in a messy bun and a look that told the world she was ready to quite retire for the night, she returned to their table to find two glasses of wine, a large bottle of an expensive looking wine, a tray of grapes strawberry, cheese, crackers and tidbits of other things.
It was another cheese and wine night then.
“No, sir.” Hermione said unable to stop herself as she took her scarf from the chair. “I need to go.”
Loki stared up at her and took sip from his glass of wine.
“By all means.” Loki said gesturing to the window of the café. “Leave if you must. But I’m not going to stay out there into the blizzard.”
“Blizzard?” Hermione repeated in an almost scandalous voice. “What do you mean blizzard? Excuse me, it’s not fucking – oh my fucking winter-“
Hermione’s eyes turned very wide as she saw from the window that it was snowing – no, it was hammering – with shards of ice outside.
She looked around her and all the handful of customers were staying in and cozy for the night and none of them seemed the least bothered that outside was a winter-weather when the season really and obviously didn’t call for it.
“What’s going on?” she asked turning to the window and checking down the whole view from it and going back to their table with her loud shoes tapping all over the floor for each of her footstep.
“It’s a blizzard out there, if you’d see.” Loki calmly said refilling his glass with another round of the wine.
Hermione stared and now the wine looked so warm.
Or was it the cozy fireplace that had been lit up just a while ago?
She shook her head and stared back at the man.
It would be rude if she’d use her magic to get herself back and leave him and tagging him along with her wasn’t a question because the point was she didn’t want to be with him.
Or didn’t she?
She stared and he continued to enjoy the wine, describing to her how it tastes like and its possible origin.
A minute later, she found herself sitting across him, arms folded over her chest and watching him quietly as he filed her glass with the wine and moved the cheese platter closer to her with a quiet yet triumphant look over his face.
“I’m only staying because I don’t want to get sick.” Hermione spat at him ignoring the glass before her.
“By all means, who wants to get sick?” he said with a gleeful smile that told her that he was really enjoying himself at that very moment.
“You like this, don’t you?” she asked him unable to stop herself.
“Oh, I love wine and cheese.” Loki replied at her. “This is really nice and-“
“I mean this.” Hermione said sitting straight over her chair and giving him a deadly glare. “This whole blizzard thing – getting stuck here – forcing me to bring me here-“
“Alright, first of all – “ Loki said putting down his goblet and moving close to the table. “I never forced you to come with me. We’ve already established that earlier, didn’t we?”
Hermione didn’t answer and she tried hard not to blink.
“Right, got that.” Loki continued then. “Second, are you telling me that I made that blizzard out there? To get us to the third condition that I wanted us stuck here?”
“Well, I didn’t say that-“ Hermione began looking red with her assumptions. “All I’m trying-“
“Cause you seem to have the impression that I have some control over some bizaare power to control the weather outside – like this snowstorm that came out of nowhere-“
“I’m not saying that.” Hermione angrily spat at him cutting him short from making her sound ridiculous. “All I’m saying is-“
“Yes, what are you saying?” Loki asked her slowly staring up at her with knowing smile and gaze.
She found herself unable to answer his question and found herself feeling foolish all the same.
“You know, Miss Granger…” Loki said in a clear voice and one that is full of serious tone this time. “I’m offering you to be friends with me because of circumstances like this and the long hours we’d be working on projects. Why can’t you find it in yourself to give me a chance? What have I done to you?”
And now, she stared back at him with such a heavy and guilty feeling.
What has the man ever done to her?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
She just didn’t like him because he sounded and acted a lot like the Malfoys but he wasn’t and that was something she needed to point out to herself.

“Well?” Loki slowly said with a smile offered again to her. “How can I possibly adjust to all these standards you’ve got-“
“I don’t have standards.” Hermione irritably snapped at him. “I just…”
She heavily breathed, trying to gain control of herself and blocking the thought that he resemble the Malfoys away from her head.
“Fine.” Hermione said sitting back and trying to relax again. “Let’s try this.. this thing..”
“Thing?” Loki ask her. “I’m afraid I’m a little lost with this kind of-“
“Let’s try to be friends.” Hermione cut him short rolling her eyes. “Well, we can begin if you tell me about yourself.
“I’ve already told you about myself, I’m afraid.” Loki reminded her. “Wasn’t that what we did last time?”
“Yeah. And that didn’t end up well.” Hermione said with a flare in her nose. “I don’t know how this is going to be.”
“How about let’s talk about books.” Loki offered her. “You seem – as keen as I am with books. How about we begin with the books we’ve read and we like?”
Hermione stared at him with a raised brow.
Now that was something unlikely – boys never talk to her about books.
Well, not really.
The only one she’s ever really exchanged good conversation about good books had always been professor Lupin and he was well, he was their professor.
Nothing sort of like this – wait, what was ‘it’ exactly?”
“Fine.” Hermione said making up her mind to block her thoughts away. “Let’s talk about books. Tell me about books you like or have read.”
“That’s generic talking.” Loki told her brushing the thought away. “How about, you tell me the top ten books you love the most.”
“Ten books I love the most?” Hermione repeated with question in her tone..
“Or even top five. And I’ll do the same right after.” Loki told her.
“Any book?”
“Any book.” Loki assured her. “Literature, informative, politics – whatever they may be, as long as you include the top five or so.”
“And then what?” Hermione asked him irritably as if there’s no point to what he wanted to know from her.
His eyes stared back at her, a slight glimmer in them.
“And then I’d know you more.” Loki answered with confidence in his tone. “I’d know more of you and about you.”
“And how, Mr. Laufeyson would that be possible?” Hermione asked with annoyance in his way of speaking to her about immediately knowing about her just by knowing the books she loves and why she loves them.
Loki confidently smiled at her and across the table he drew over what looked like a square or so with his long and elegant fingers.
“But don’t you know what they say?” he asked her with a peculiar smile over his face as he continued to draw something over the table without taking his locked gaze from Hermione.
“What is it they say?” Hermione asked him finally taking a sip from her glass of wine.
Loki smiled at her gesture and nodded.
“That the books that we read are the maps that point us directly into one’s soul.”
Hermione stared back at him, all the while his dark and alluring tone echoing all throughout her head as she could only smile back at him and couldn’t help but agree inside her head that what he just said did make sense to her more than she could possibly admit.
Hermione’s inability to answer but give a mere smile gave Loki the answer he needed or rather wanted.
“What say you, Miss Granger?” he asked with a smile. “Have picked your brains now and am allowed to have a look to the maps of your soul?”

A few months ago….
“Loki, what is this I’ve heard?”
Loki turned from the balcony’s view of the whole of Asgaard and found his brother walking directly towards him.
His hot-headed expression told Loki that there was something he has done or something that he didn’t gain that morning that he wanted.
“Brother?” Loki asked with a sheepish smile over his face.
“Don’t brother me.” Thor replied with a look over his face.

They stared at one another until Thor’s hardened expression softened and he gave his brother a hard-knock pat over the book.
“I heard you want to cross the words.” Thor said with an unmistakable amusement in his voice as he walked around, his red cape flying behind him through the cold wind against their balcony at the side of the palace.
“You heard I want to cross worlds?” Loki repeated. “Pray tell, which of your little minions have been prying on me?”
Thor stared back at Loki’s undaunted expression and yet he wasn’t intimidated.
“Ah, ofcourse.” Loki said with a smile of his own. “Lady Sif.”
Thor didn’t admit it but his expression and the fact that she was the one fastest and capable to know things around the castle was the only answer.
“She’s concerned.” Thor reasoned. “She said she saw you lingering around that room.. and well, I couldn’t help but be curious.”
“I’ve been dreaming about that world.” Loki said with a concerned and serious look over his face. “But without mother to tell me what it all means.. I have to find out myself.”
Both their parents were gone by now and with Thor, king of Asgaard he had the say and power to bring Loki back to their palace under the condition that his powers are condensed and are only ever used for good.
Loki agreed despite all the thing that he was called and was told not to do.
What could he say?
He was safest at the place where his brother, the mighty god of Thunder was than anywhere else in the galaxies where he was despised and hated and possibly murdered with all the wrong and right convictions of his crimes and sins.
“Well, when do you want us to visit?” Thor asked him with a gleeful smile. “So I can tell my – what is that? Ah, minions to handle business around here.”
“Now that doesn’t make you a good king.” Loki said with a smile as they walked around the balcony, inhaling the air and the smell of the gardens that their mother had built through the years.
“I’m king.” Thor said. “I’m also god of Thunder. I can do what I want.” Thor joked with a boastful smile.
“Now that’s the reason you almost did not make it to your throne right now.” Loki pointed out and they both laughed.
He smiled at Thor and then his expression slowly turned serious.
“Just give me a few months. I need to find out and sort out these dreams.”
“You want to go to a world I’ve only ever been a few times and a world that you almost destroyed and a world that despises you. Yes?”
Loki nodded at him without the serious look fading away.
“You are adamant about this, aren’t you?” Thor asked realizing his brother’s insistence and serious decision on the matter.
“Yes.” Loki answered him. “I need to go to Midgard.”

Thor stared back at his brother, closely staring at his eyes and wanting to know what was making him decide for this.
And then he realized what and hit him right then and there.
“It’s a woman, isn’t it?” he asked.
“A what – what?” Loki asked but he was obviously taken aback.
They stopped walking and Thor noticed how Loki started avoiding his gaze.
“Ah yes, a woman..” Thor said. “In your dreams?”
“I said dreams.” Loki pointed out. “But not necessarily a woman.”
“That’s the same look in your eyes when I wanted to return to Midgard to see Jane.” Thor pointed out at him. “How did you meet this girl?”
Loki didn’t answer.
“Oh come on, brother.” Thor asked him. “Don’t you trust me? How can I help you to survive in that orld if you don’t tell me what it is you need?”
Loki stared at him for a moment before looking away again.
He was obviously contemplating on which information to share and not share with his brother.
“I’ve never met her.” Loki finally admitted. “But I’ve been seeing her face – in a way or so – and hearing this name.”
“It starts with an H.” Thor pointed out at him with a big smile.
Loki looked sharply up at him.
“Have you been reading my mind?” he asked him knowing that was impossible.
“You’re the one mother bestowed with gifts.” Thor pointed out with a hint of sarcasm and envy in his tone. “I only ever hear you several times in your sleep – calling this name. It starts with H. It’s always slurry when you speak in your dreams. You aren’t trying to control yourself in your dreams, do you?”
Loki turned away, refusing to answer.
He had been trying to control his dreams over and over again.
It all started coming to him when he found out that he wasn’t son of Odin but son of his known father’s mortal nemesis.
From then on, when he started dreaming or having nightmares, he tried and practiced hard to control himself and his emotions in his dreams.
This time around, he had been dreaming about Midgard out of the blue and been dreaming about an image of a girl, or rather a woman and lots of books.

“Well?” Thor asked him with a nagging smile.
“Well what?” he irritably asked his brother.
“When are we going to visit this maiden of yours?”
“She’s not my maiden.” Loki said blushing slightly. “I don’t even bloody know what’s that in my dreams. I just want to get to Midgard to see what is going on and why I am dreaming of that damned place.”
“Easy brother.” Thor said staring at him. “This world is something you once wanted very much.”
Loki didn’t say anything.
“How about I make you a deal?” Thor asked him. “We’ll travel together to Midgard for a few days or weeks – you do what you need to do and I visit Jane. And when we get back, I’ll let you be the king for a while I – “
“While you try to sneak Jane back here?” Loki cut him short and Thor gave him a shocked look. “I don’t need to read your mind to know what you’re bloody thinking brother. You’ll never offer the throne to me or lend the throne to me if it’s not something you’ll get a bigger slice of.”
Thor didn’t say anything but he smiled all the same.
“Think about it, brother.” Thor said turning away slowly from his brother. “We visit Midgard – you get the time you want to find this mysterious girl of yours, I visit Jane and we get back here – you sit on that throne for a bit while I vacation away with Jane. Great offer, nice offer little brother.”
“I’m sure it’s for me.” Loki called after him shaking his head and turning back to the balcony to see the beautiful view of the sky and looking forward once more for the night time where he would get to sleep and hope to be awakened by the dream with the girl with brown eyes and long wild tresses.

By the time that the so-called snowstorm had dispersed, it was nearly three in the morning and Hermione found herself saying goodnight to Loki Laufeyson outside her apartment steps.
He had brought her right back the way they went and just down a few steps from her apartment, he offered he ‘walk her home’.
It may have been the wine, the cheese, the sleepy head of hers, the cold night or the fact that she did enjoy herself this time and they did enjoy talking about the books they both love that may have made her agree with his suggestion.
They had talked a lot about the books they love – bordering from five to ten and above it – and Hermione found out that they read almost the same list and kind of books and had found herself actually amused at the idea that they did have something or rather a handful of things in common.
He told her the things he didn’t like and with one is that he doesn’t want to be disturbed into his reading habits from which his brother always seemed to find it amusing to disturb him in their library, how he finds that rules are rules but sometimes some are meant to be bent for the greater good, his ideals and ideas in a couple of areas in politics and so on and so forth.
From all the times that they had been together, this was by far the best night they had in her opinion if she would categorize it in that way.
He wasn’t bad after all.

“So I supposed this means I’d be seeing you at the Ministry without you trying to end my life?” Loki asked as they halted at the steps of her apartment door.
“Yes and no.” Hermione replied with a smile as she swayed around unconsciously flirting at the man. “It’s not like I was trying to murder you. I just.. didn’t..”
“You didn’t like me.” Loki helped her out. “And by now I hoped I’ve changed that, yes?”
He looked at her, making sure their eye contact was there.
Hermione looked away, blushing furiously.
“Alright. That’s it.. I think I need to go. We’ve had a good night. I’ll see you at the Ministry.” Hermione said turning away and drawing herself away from the man before she does something she’d regret in the morning.
But Loki stopped her.
He quickly grabbed her wrist gently, taking a warm hold of it.
Hermione’s eyes looked down at his long fingers around her wrist and back up at his eyes.
His beautiful eyes were staring back into her
He does have beautiful blue eyes – a pair that seemed to be god-made or god-like.
“Loki –“
“Goodnight, Hermione.” Loki said and before she could even react, he moved closer to her and kissed the back of her hand with such a warm touch from his lips.
Hermione felt her heart beating fast, her voice stuck right at her throat.
There was nothing she could do or rather nothing she wanted anyway to do about it.
And before she could draw her wand away, Loki moved from her with a smile.
His jawline seemed to be prominent and beautiful with his full smile.
He looked content and genuinely happy in Hermione’s opinion.
“I’ll see you, Hermione.” Loki said backing away slowly, taking each step as slow as he could possibly do so. “Lunch when we get back at the Ministry?”
Hermione smiled unable to stop herself and unable to put the reaction in her face about his now newly born confidence on his winning her over.
“We’ll see.” Hermione answered but the red over her cheeks and her smile already assured Loki that a lunch date was in order at their next Ministry work day. “You’re too fast.”
“I am a gentleman.” Loki called back at her with a slight bow of his head and gesture of the hand. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not indecisive to get what I want.”
“What you want?” Hermione asked with a raised brow and as she settled her head by her door staring back at the man.
“Lunch.” Loki clearly answered her giving her a look. “Don’t overthink, Hermione.”
“I’m not overthinking.” Hermione defended herself. “I’m just saying.”
“You did enjoy tonight, didn’t you?” Loki called out at her. “And don’t you dare deny it because it’s written all over your face.”
“You’re pushing your luck, Laufeyson.” Hermione called back at her. “Goodnight.”
“ I’ll see you, my lady.” Loki said sending off a flying kiss and a bow at her like some old-time fairytale prince.
Hermione nodded with a goodnight smile and a small wave of her wand not knowing that at that very moment, the god of mischief has already captured not just her mind but her heart as well.

The lights turned up dimly as he entered the vast loft he had been living on for the past weeks and months.
He entered and hung up his small cane that quickly turned into his scepter and hung itself magically against the wall right above the grand fireplace that was in the middle of the loft.
The grate quickly fired up and warmed the whole dimly lit room as his footsteps echoed all around the loft.
How he loved the location and the sight to behold at the small balcony of his loft.
He couldn’t be any more grateful that the previous owner was a bachelor who acquired great tastes for fine things – it was like they were brothers in a way or so.
He had refined taste in colours and in furniture and the love for books was just there.
He sighed heavily and stared at the black, velvet dark green and silver and gold interiors at the delicate and particular parts of the apartment.
Whoever owned it didn’t just have taste but knew the colour of royalty as it were.
He walked ahead and led himself at the small balcony that the apartment housed and offered.
From where he was, atop the apartment loft was a good view of the city.
He inhaled the cold wind against his skin at that hour of the early morning with his thoughts lingering over the woman he had just been with for the past hours.
Hermione Granger was such a beautiful, challenging and engaging woman.
He could just sense her magic stronger than anything he’s faced and with that kind of magic and intellect he could actually weave through and control Midgard way easier than he could think of and imagine.

“Hermione Jean Granger…” Loki softly whispered inhaling the cold wind and closing his eyes at the thought of her.
He slowly extended his hand before him and placed it palm up ahead as if waiting for something to fall from the sky.
And then he slowly envisioned it – the white, the flakes and the cold ice bearing down from the sky.
Slowly, it started to gently snow down beautiful and refined looking snowflakes.
He smile without opening his eyes as he continued to think about her and her awe earlier on when he drew the little magic of blizzard at that end of London at that time of the year.
Oh her expression was just priceless – and he knew that there was just nothing she could get to explain why it snowed earlier.
“I’ve finally found my future queen.” Loki said with a dark look in his eyes and a powerful smile over his face. “But before I could have you, I need to cleanse your world – our future abode.”
His eyes focused at the beautiful gleaming city that his balcony view offered him.
“Things need to be taken into consideration.” Loki whispered to himself with a plan well-structured in his head. “Before I can have you, I need to make sure that we have a beautiful palace to stay and a world that is not there to fight for you against me.”
And then Loki thought of each and every book that Hermione told her about that she liked, loved and despised – giving him all the information he’d need to ensure that she falls deeply inlove with the god who was more than determined to sweep her off her feet and ensure that she becomes the future queen of an empire he had planned to build to create his own realm at the universe of the gods.
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