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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:
Hello readers!!!
I’m alive and kicking.
As I’ve said so already, this past week had been hectic cause I’ve been juggling my moving out and work altogether as it is summer and music lessons are selling like hotcakes hahaha.
And over this weekend, I’ve finished packing everything I need (and some I don’t really) to be moved to my new unit tomorrow morning (been doing it the whole week cause I didn’t hire movers cause there weren’t furniture to be moved as the high rise unit I got is already furnished and all) so I just need to do my clothes, work stuff, violin and my piano will follow at the end of the month or maybe in two months since it’s gonna stay at mom’s till she moves out to get her own place before the year ends.
Anyway, so the unit has a good table and view so I can actually write better and at not so ungodly hours. I’m just gonna need to have the internet connected cause I’m all the way up the 25^th floor and signal from my mobile is quite bad hahaha.

Anyway.. so here is a chapter.
I’m still crying all over about Infinity War – HOW COULD THEY?! Ugh. I won’t say anything incase some of you haven’t watched it yet.
Anyway, here is a chapter and it’ll give you a huge turn of events over this slowburn. This is rather the turning point chapter of the story.
Do let me know what you think and how your weekend has been alright?

Another chapter will be posted within the week or maybe at the end. Depending on how fast I can actually unpack my stuff at the unit and I’m adjusting into transferring accounts and everything else.
I’m just so busy and so excited about my new home that I ould barely comprehend all these happening all at once.

Thank you for reading this now onto the story.

Lots of love
xx

Chapter XIV

Gryffindor Princess & Asgardian Prince

“It’s just a crown.” a delicate and gentle voice came right behind him.

He closed his eyes and nodded to himself as the footsteps became more prominent.

“Just a crown.” Loki repeated quietly as he tried to take his eyes away from the grand balcony overlooking the feast at below them at the coronation of his brother, Thor.

“Well isn’t it just so, my son?” Frida asked as she closed her distance to her favourite son.

Loki tried to avoid the queen’s eyes knowing that he couldn’t restrain himself from the growing anger and jealousy in them and knowing that she would know right away.

She always know about how he feels.

“It’s just a crown.” Frida repeated a bit clearer and serious in a sense. “Diamonds and gems, stuck around some golden cas-“

“Mother, please.” Loki begged her with an agitated look over his face which quickly changed when his eyes passed her gentle face and expression.

“Loki.”

“I’m sorry.” said the younger prince in genuine apology in his fear of hurting the mother that loved her so dearly.

In his opinion, his older brother could have every attention and favor of the whole of Asgard and maybe of the other realms but the most important attention and affection of all that mattered above all others was Frida’s.

And for as long as he had that, despite all his growing jealousy and spite for all the unfair treatment he had been gaining since he was young, nothing else mattered.

She gently walked closer and reached out for his hand.

They looked at one another and even without words, Frida knew what Prince Loki had been thinking or rather feeling.

“You know this day would have come one way or another.” Frida said matter-of-factly. “Thor is your brother. Thor is first born son. Have you been the first-“

“I already know this, mother.” Loki said with a cut at the edge of his tone. “Please don’t repeat this.”

“Then you should feel something that is close to nothing in regards to this matter.” Frida said touching the end of the prince’s handsome face. “I’ve always expected that you’ve been the better son, yes?”

“The better son.” he muttered with spite but he didn’t shove her hand away from his arm. “If I’m the better son why do you let him with what he does? Why do you let him get away with everything?”

“Why do you?” Frida asked him back with a spark in her eyes. “Why do you let your brother? Why do you join him in his escapades beyond the boundaries of Asgard?”

His eyes quickly moved to her with question and fear in them.

“Oh yes, I know.” Frida said with a smile. “Don’t deny it, I’ve always known. Ofcourse I’ve known of all these little adventures you’ve had with your brother since you were little – and even when you are no longer my little boys.”

He swallowed hard and tried to avoid her eyes.

“You love your brother as much as I do.” Frida said with a proud smile at him. “Or perhaps a lot more than I do.”

“But not more than father does.” Loki shot back at her grinding his teeth in anger.

She remained gentle and patient with this son she loved so dearly.

She knew him too well and Loki knew how much the queen knew both her sons.

“My dear boy-“ Frida began with a heavy sigh.

“I know mother, I know this already. Don’t get me wrong. I am happy….” Loki struggled to continue as he tried to keep his gaze back to the queen. “ Proud.. happy and proud of my brother.. it’s just that..”

“It’s just that your brother is all brawns, isn’t it?” she cut him short with a smile. “You are not jealous.. rather confused. You don’t envy the throne, Loki. You worry about the throne and what your brother will do with it.”

He looked back at her and this time, his eyes slowly turned gentle as if in relief that someone knew and understood how he really felt.

Frida never judged his sons – she understood them better than they could in themselves.

She smiled at him, that smile he knew too well.

He almost smiled back at her but he kept his stance and stand.

Loki sighed heavily and lowered his hands from the side of his mother’s arms.

“It requires a great deal, to become a king.” Frida explained to him ensuring she had his full attention as she held his hand. “It requires brawns and bravery. It will require one to lay down his life for a whole race should the time come.”

“I am not a coward.” Loki coldly said with a glint in his eyes. “Does father think that way?”

She looked back at him, trying to read his thoughts and knowing he would learn to block them and be more powerful than she will ever be.

“Please don’t use the gifts I gave you against me.” Frida gently whispered.

His expression changed and he lowered his magical defenses against Frida.

Her mother didn’t miss it even when he looked away again from her, ashamed of himself.

“Thank you.” Frida said her eyes hard on him. “And you aren’t a coward.”

He shook his head, disbelieving her words.

“To be a king is to be the first one to die in a battlefield – the first one required to have his life laid out. Thor can handle himself.”

“And do you mean that I can’t?” he asked back accusingly. “You think I can’t handle myself? Father thinks I’m a coward? Do you not think I can protect you?”

His eyes were filled with anger, confusion and desperate plea to be given a chance to prove himself.

He was breathless and Frida could just feel all the hatred and hurt surging through his veins.

She remained impassive and still as she held him close.

“No.” Frida firmly said. “I think I will prefer you to be where you are right now than be out there. I think you are far more intelligent than your brother to just die out there.”

He blinked, confused than ever.

“You lie to me.” Loki bitterly said as he recovered and attempted to move away from her. “Is this some form of joke you attempt for me to believe?”

Frida stared back at him, at the son he loved so closely and so dearly.

The secret of his birthright was surging way faster than she had anticipated and she wasn’t going to be surprised if sooner or later, the real attributes of his race would come out.

“You are valuable, my son.” Frida began. “Your mind, your strategy… the way the council expect things from you. The way the council heeds and takes your advice into consideration when you are present at their gatherings with your father-“

“Father just needs some lapdog t0-“

“No.” Friday cut short with a snap he didn’t miss. “Odin requires your presence by his seat because the advice you give and suggestion you provide are significant than the ones given by two or three heads from the council altogether.”

“I’m sure-“

“Odin, the king of the realms requires your presence because he knows that your intellect is far more significant than any other’s from the council table. Do not underestimate his decisions to put you where you are.”

Loki shook his head, spite written all over his face.

“Please do not underestimate what you can do for the council, for your father and for Asgard.”

His eyes quickly looked back at her as she lowered her arm from him.

“Mother-“

“Your mind is far too valuable to be lost in bloodshed in the battlefield for a mere crown.”

“The crown that leads a whole kingdom.” Loki regretfully whispers back at her.

“A sharp mind is far more important than a sharp blade.” Frida simply told him with a purse of her lips as it was obvious that she was losing patience over this never-ending argument.

She moved away from him knowing that this was an argument that could run its course for the rest of the evening.

“Where do you place my value, mother?” Loki asked trying to further block the noise of the celebration from the lower grounds from his ears. “Where?”

Frida stared hard, unblinkingly.

“Right behind the future king.” Frida honestly said in a clear voice. “Right behind his brawny brother who acts before he thinks. I place your value behind Thor to ensure he survives, that the whole kingdom survives once the king is seated in the throne because his decisions will be based in lieu of the brother right behind him. The brother he loves so dearly and the younger prince of Asgard who loves his brother more than anything else in all of the realms.”

Loki’s beautiful blue eyes stared hard back at her and slowly turned gentle.

Her mother had never lied to him, always honest, blunt and sometimes, even brutal.

Frida saw the prince struggle in his cause but already losing in it.

“Mother-“

“Thor is first born and he will always have the throne as his birthright. However, I am far more content where you are.” Frida coldly told him as if she was speaking to a war-general. “Your mind is far more precious to this kingdom for me to gamble it out onto the world for a mere crown.”

“You think my mind is valuable?” he asked with a smirk over his face. “You think my intellect favors the kingdom?”

“No.” Frida answered him with a tone. “I think that I’d rather that my favorite son lives longer by ensuring he doesn’t gamble himself out there at the battlefield to just die. That is not your birthright.”

He gaped back at her, silenced by her true feelings.

Loki closed his eyes and sighed heavily, realizing his mistake because he had always been stubborn with this subject.

“I’m sorry.” Loki sighed turning to her and reaching back to her. “Mother.. I’m sorry..”

“I prefer seeing my favourite son without a crown but with a life that won’t be taken away by bloodshed.”

“I would lay down my life for the king and queen, for Asgard..” Loki whispered back at her tears almost at the ends of his eyes. “..for my brother.”

Frida stared back and hard at him and without warning she tightly embraced him but before he could react, she let him go.

“Mother-“

“You can enjoy the party downstairs with your brother or you can mope up with your misery here and be alone yourself. It’s really your choice, Loki. But if you would do that, I rather not see it. I cannot bear to see one son celebrate for something trivial and another mourn for something insignificant. If that is so, then I have become a good queen but a failure as a mother.”

But before he could say anything else, Frida moved away from him and turned away without another word closing the argument without waiting for him to defend himself any longer.

“Fuck.” was the very first word that came out of her mouth the moment her eyes opened.

She tried to move but she felt her body too heavy to move an inch as her head spun with the events she could remember.

There were bits here and there but nothing immediately made sense and when the moment came that they all slowly came back to her, she felt like she needed to get out of the bed and find the answers burning in her head.

She looked around her, eyes wide her fingers trying to feel her surroundings.

Despite the heavy feeling in her body and head she felt she was in a comfortable bed, all her body parts still intact and nothing felt missing in any of her organs.

She slightly relaxed and soon she realized that she was in a private hospital room.

St. Mungo’s Hospital for sure.

It took her a moment to fully find her voice and when she did the first word that came to her mouth was his name.

“Loki..” her dry mouth whispered.

A movement came to her side and an image slowly moved to her blurry vision.

“Hermione?” the voice asked in relief.

There was another movement and she heard the buzz and click of something and then another movement at the side of her bed.

“Hermione, it’s me.” Harry’s familiar voice came about. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?”

“Loki..” she simply repeated at her. “What.. what happened..”

Her voice echoed with a croak, a heavy and painful effort from her throat and she felt Harry’s hand hold hers at the side of the bed.

“There was a weird explosion at the café where you were. Aurors immediately came into rescue and it was Kingsley’s main team so I was alerted.”

“How long have.. how long..” Hermione croaked out, letting Harry’s words pass through her head without making full sense of them.

“It’s been about twelve hours.” Harry explained to her reaching to brush her head to calm her down. “You’re at St. Mungo’s. The Healers said you’ll be alright. No permanent damage but you’ve got some wounds and scratches from the fall, you’ll be fine. But they’d need to take tests to make sure your head is-“

“I’m fine..” Hermione said struggling to get to sit down but Harry gently stopped her telling her that she should just lie down. “Loki.. what..”

“He’s fine.” Harry assured her. “He’s already been out of the hospital.”

Her eyes widened then as she blinked several times to see Harry clearly.

Senses came into focus and Harry stood over the bed, holding her closely and he had just retired into some casual clothes.

“Where’s he?” she immediately asked. “Is he – he was there.. something.. there was that explosion…”

“The Auror’s are still investigating but by far he’s alright.” Harry explained to her trying to calm her back down the bed. “He’s out of the hospital and he was taken at the Ministry for some witness’ questioning. I’m sure he’s back at his place by now.”

“He wasn’t injured?” Hermione asked looking back at Harry.

He shook his head with the same confused look over his face.

“Surprisingly, just a bit of scratches.” Harry said. “I’ve seen him only when you were to be taken to the hospital. He barely had any scratch. You’re very lucky as the Healers had said – that he was there because you could have been hurt more.”

“I heard the loud bang.. “ Hermione whispered back at him trying to recall the past several hours. “He was… We were quite close to the explosion.”

“Two tables away to be precise.” Harry had said. “Everyone else around you were quite injured and five tables away from the explosion, some guy is in danger of losing his eye sight from the debris.”

“What?” Hermione asked him in a worried tone. “But how – why-“

“He must have done some quick and fast Protection Charm.” Harry suggested. “I really don’t know.. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m glad Laufeyson was there with you.”

Hermione stared back at him in utter disbelief, trying to think and think hard.

“He didn’t have any wand with him.” Hermione said looking up at Harry as she clearly remembered that fact. “He doesn’t have a wand.. he was—“

“Wandless magic?” Harry suggested although with that powerful blast he knew himself that either he was a very powerful wizard with such skills in wandless magic or he was something else.

He looked back at Hermione and knew that she was thinking the latter.

“This isn’t seemingly..” she tried to recall as Harry tried to calm her back down. “… Isn’t.. he.. he seems to have different powers, Harry.”

“Powers?” Harry asked her back, confused. “Magic?”

“I mean, magic.” Hermione put out to him. “I mean.. he seems.. I’ve never seen him with a wand, never.. wandless magic is possible but.. that’ll require him to have advance sort of magic.”

“Advance magic?” Harry repeated and when Hermione rolled her eyes at him he knew that she was on her way to physical progress.

“Never mind.” Hermione said. “Did he speak to you? To anyone?”

“I thanked him only when I met him back at the emergency room lobby.” Harry honestly told her. “I meant to talk to him but he was taken out of the hospital after being tended to. He seems to have recovered fast and completely.”

Hermione nodded at him wondering when she would see the man again.

“When can I get out?” she wondered trying to still herself from her trembling senses that was begging her back to rest and sleep.

“I’m not sure.” Harry said helping her fix the blanket around her again. “They said that they need a few more runs and tests with your head but it also seemed okay when they checked it. Laufeyson managed to ensure that you don’t hit your head back over the ground.”

Hermione looked up at him and he only shook his head.

“He’s always seemingly right up at the nick of time.” Harry suggested with a nod at her as he settled her comfortably back over the bed. “Get some good rest, ‘Mione. I’ll update you for anything new and if he comes to visit.”

“Will you stay the night?” Hermione ask him.

“Yes, ofcourse.” Harry said with a yawn as he kissed her over the forehead. “I’ll be right here.”

It was nearly midnight and Loki stared out onto the vast view of the grand penthouse he had for himself for the past weeks.

The view of the whole city was magnificent and the view of the stars, of the galaxy and universe was almost an ethereal sight to look at and yet it was nothing close to the view of his room back home at Asgaard where they were nearer the stars of the beautiful galaxies.

He remembered his mother who loved him so dearly that she had given him the room with a better view than his brother as they were growing up.

He sighed heavily, tired from the day and a glass of hard Migardian liquor next to him by the penthouse glass window view.

He could just count the minutes and hours for which he was sure that Hermione Granger would be wondering of his whereabouts especially when she’d find out that he had saved her life again and had survived the explosion with hardly any scratch from it.

His brother had been looking for him.

The explosion was his powerful surge that was trying to look for him, trying to breach through this world again but he had blocked him.

He was blocking him from dimension after another and realm after another.

He had learned this magic recently when he left Asgaard and it had been more than helpful from him.

He could tell when Thor was looking for him and yet he would be given a warning of his whereabouts and proximity.

The explosion was one of his attempts to cross through another realm the moment he sensed his brother’s magic but he didn’t want to be found and so he blocks him with his own magic.

Loki finds it touching and amusing at the same time to know that his brother is looking for him and is failing in doing so.

He didn’t want to be found, not really.

He wanted to be away, far from him and the shadowed life he had grown up to because of him.

He wanted to find another world for which he could call his and soon that would happen once this planet succumbs to his will.

He had found his first step and had established himself well and careful enough without raising any doubts and suspicion at all.

He was slowly growing and creeping through the government without their knowledge and was finding connection after another that would lead him to the success of his plans and with one more step he needs, he can find himself king in this world where its citizens don’t seem to know and understood the power and success their world possessed.

He had all the resources he would need and he was sure that if all goes well, he wouldn’t just have a world to rule, but a queen by his side with such intellect and bravery to stand with him.

It has been two days since the explosion and Hermione was returned to her apartment.

A week of leave from work was required of her and she had no choice but to stay at home under Harry’s watchful eyes.

They had a deal that if she would follow orders accordingly, he would let her back to work and not let anyone in the Ministry stop her from doing so because of the accident where rest was still required of her.

She stayed back in her apartment, greeting Harry who visited her every night to bring in some dinner for her and update her about a lot of thing from the office that she could possibly be missing.

It was the Saturday afternoon and she had been cleaning some old newspaper clippings in the living room with some tea and cookies when her doorbell rang up.

“A moment.” Hermione called back as she struggled to slowly get back up at her feet.

With a little bit of bandage around her leg, one around her forehead, she slowly limped back from the small living room and back to the hallway to open the door.

The bell rang twice and Hermione laughed to herself thinking it was Harry.

“I thought you’re visiting George today.” Hermione called back out down the hallway before reaching the door to open it up for her bestfriend.

There was a little struggle as she unlocked her door and the smile over her face quickly turned into a surprise when she opened the door and didn’t find Harry there.

“Hello.” Loki greeted her with a smile over his handsome face and handing her a bouquet of the same flowers he had given her previously. “I thought I might make a visit to check on you.”

His voice was clear with an accent, his long hair down in wavy places and he was wearing another nice black suit today.

One of the black suits that made him even more appealing than Hermione could admit to herself.

“Oh hi..” Hermione greeted back quickly turning red upon seeing him. “I didn’t.. how did you..”

“I hope you don’t mind I made my visit here.” Loki said stepping a few steps up of her apartment as she slowly backed away from the door. “There’s too much fuss at that hospital.”

“Yeah.. I guess.” Hermione muttered unable to take her eyes off from his as she turned red, aware she was in her comfortable night dress since she didn’t think that anyone would visit her. “I was led out two days ago.”

Loki only nodded at her offering her the bouquet of roses in his hands – the same kind of flowers he had given her before.

Hermione accepted it without a word, wondering where he was getting all these different kind of roses.

“How did you know where I live?” she asked realizing his presence in her very doorstep.

She was a public figure because of her social status but she had tried her best to keep her place as private as possible from everyone.

Only the Weasleys, Kingsley and Harry and Ron knew where she lived.

“Should I not have come here?” he asked her ignoring her inquiry.

“I would like to know how you found out where I live.” Hermione demanded then although she didn’t really close the door right at his face.

“It’s not very hard for me to get any important information I need.” Loki said with a bream of confidence all over his face. “Maybe you’d like to let me in?” Loki asked her with his charming smile and accent.

Hermione stared hard back at him, studying him carefully, thinking very hard how he could have found out her address.

“Hermione?” his voice rang her back to him. “Is that too much to ask from you?”

“Sorry.. what..” Hermione said although she slightly moved back from her stance and let him in. “Fine, come in.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate your kindness.” Loki said with a smile.

She didn’t really like to let him in but after all, she wouldn’t be standing safe and intact with all her body parts if it wasn’t for him.

Loki smiled at her and entered her apartment with a look over his face as he closed the door behind him and locking it in place.

Hermione nodded and smiled at him, still holding the flowers in her hands.

“The house is a bit of mess..” she quickly said nodding towards the living room. “I’ve been cleaning..I don’t usually expect visitors and all..but please.. come in.. I’ll make us some tea.”

“Actually, I’ve bought us something.” Loki said lifting his other hand and stopping her on her slow tracks.

Hermione turned to him only to realize that he had been holding out a large package of pastries for her.

Her smile widened as she read the brand of the food in his hand.

It was from the café where she met him.

“Your usual favourite.” Loki offered her with a nod. “I remembered what you usually ordered. Perhaps a place to set this feast?”

But he didn’t wait for her answer as he stepped forward and led himself towards the small dining room area and Hermione followed right behind him without another word.

She entered and found him settling himself comfortably around the apartment as if this was normal between the two of them.

She quietly watched trying not to be obvious as he talked gently about some wine while she tried to observe his eyes that roamed around the room.

Hermione knew that he was discreetly observing his surroundings and taking mental note of everything he was seeing and presumably judging her already by what was in her apartment.

Well, there wasn’t much to see – just basic needs and books, loads and loads of them around the whole apartment.

“So, what do you think?” he asked with a wide smile at her.

“What?” Hermione asked red in the face as she was obviously not listening to him.

He looked at her with a peculiar smile over his face and walked closer to her.

He towered her over her own apartment and their close proximity made her feel insecure and uncomfortable again especially after their last conversation.

“I asked if you would allow me to make you some dinner?” Loki asked her with an intent look over his face.

“Dinner?” Hermione repeated. “Did you say take me to dinner or make me some dinner?”

“Make you some dinner.” Loki answered her. “I’m not very much good at it, but I’d like to try.”

Being a prince had its perks and now its downside.

He had never made a meal for anyone in his entire life but he was determined in his plans and he would do about anything to gain what he had come for in this world.

Despite all that he was and everything that he had to endure, he was willing to be a tad bit more patient and adjust into what his plans would demand.

After all, what is the harm of some dinner and swaying of a heart?

He was Loki Laufeyson, god of Mischief and Prince of Asgard – a little challenge was something he would always go after.

Hermione’s eyes widened, a crooked smile at the end of her lips almost as if she was amused by his offer.

“You’d like to make me some dinner this time around?” she repeated with an unconscious playful smile over her lips.

“Yes.” he replied with a gentleman’s nod. “Only ofcourse if you would allow me. I wouldn’t want to force myself to you. I believe we’ve already had that conversation before all these happened.”

His eyes turned to her and nodded over the bandage around her forehead.

Hermione’s hand unconsciously shot up around her forehead and she nodded at him.

“I’m getting better.” Hermione told him. “And there wasn’t really much damage, I’m fine.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” Loki said still waiting for her response. “Unless you prefer a delectable meal outside, I suppose you will allow me to make one for you?”

“I don’t feel like going out looking like this.”

“But you do look beautiful, my darling.” Loki said lifting his hand and was about to reach for her but Hermione quickly moved out of the way.

He noticed the indifference and gesture but he completely ignored it which Hermione found rather bemusing.

She has had suitors of sorts and when rejection had been placed over her window, they usually and gently go away.

But this Laufeyson man was different.

He seemed the type of man who wouldn’t take no for an answer and yet there was something about him that Hermione just couldn’t completely throw of.

“Very funny.” Hermione said crossing her arms over her chest as she looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “You are insistent, aren’t you?”

“I am determined.” Loki corrected her with his own beguiling smile. “I believe I had made my intentions very clear to you. Or is there any other display of affection that you require of me to make it clearer than it already is?”

Hermione stared at him and wasn’t sure if she wanted to be swayed by these words or wanted to smack him right over his head.

“Last time we talked, I told you that feelings are a lot of work.” Hermione pointed out at him.

“I am a very hardworking person, Hermione.” Loki answered back at her.

Hermione threw her head back in a mocking laugh in disbelief of this man’s attitude towards her rejection.

“Look, getting a bump in the head doesn’t change anything.” Hermione said. “I’m sorry, it doesn’t change how I feel.”

“Then tell me what will make you feel different and change everything?” he whispered in a silky and enticing tone.

Hermione stared back at him, thinking how rejection will be placed perfectly towards this man.

She sighed heavily and tried to contain herself from yelling at him.

“You don’t even know me and yet you confess all these?” Hermione asked him. “You might be making a mistake and regret it completely.”

“I barely make mistakes, Hermione.” Loki pointed out at her as he advanced towards her. “I get what I want to there are no spaces for regrets.”

“Really?” Hermione shot back at him, her nerves cracking up at his response and way of handling things.

“I believe getting to know a person would work through time. I don’t need basic introduction and childish whims of courting.” Loki honestly answered her. “I’m offering all these for you so that I can dedicate my time for you so we can get to know each other even more. All I ask is for you to give me a chance to prove myself.”

“Sounds fancy to me.” Hermione said with a purse of her lips to make it clear that she’s had enough of this topic.. “And what if I tell you no?”

“No?” he asked with a smile with another step forward her. “I am not comprehending.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, backing away to the table as he neared her with his soft and slow steps forward her.

“What if I tell you clearly that no, I would not like you to make me dinner or take me anywhere else.”

“So you don’t want to spend time with me?” he asked her with a slightly confused frown over his face.

“I’ll put this very simply, Laufeyson-“

“Loki-“

“Loki.” Hermione sighed heavily as she stared back at his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m not interested.”

“You’re not interested?” he gently asked as she shook her head at him.

“I’m just not interested with you. I’m sorry. I think you’re making a mistake with me, you’ve only just met me.”

He stared back at her, reading her gaze, reading her and Hermione felt more conscious than before.

“You’re sorry you don’t feel the same way for me?” he asked her slowly.

“Yes.” Hermione said waiting he’d do or say something unkind. “I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same way.”

But a smile spread over his handsome face and she stared back at him in utter confusion.

“You Midgardians.. No, well, rather just you.” Loki sweetly said. “Your kind never fail to amaze me.. but you, you are just.. different from all other Midgardians.”

“What did you call me?” she asked in genuine curiosity. “What’s a Midgardian?”

“Someone beautiful as you.” Loki simply answered her. “And don’t tell me you’re not interested.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione asked him. “I believe I’ve just told you that feelings are a lot of-“

“You told me that feelings are a lot of work.” Loki finished for her with a boastful smile. “But that doesn’t translate that you aren’t interested.”

“What makes you think of that?” Hermione shot back at him.

“What makes me think of that?” Loki repeated at her. “What makes it very obvious is the very fact that you haven’t kicked me out of your apartment. I am still here, standing in your living room and discussing a meal with you.”

Hermione’s eyes widened at him, a growing irritation in her throat and yet she couldn’t deny him the truth in her.

“I let you in because I didn’t want to be rude!” she scowled at him. “I was thinking you’d check up on me and I let you in because I wanted to thank you for saving my arse back at that explosion from god knows what. But that doesn’t entitle you to tell me that I am interested in you.”

“I am here, we’ve discussed dinner and you haven’t been rude to me.” Loki explained back at her. “You let me in out of good manners and I accept your gratefulness when I saved your arse as you wish to call it. And I’m certain that I’m not feeling entitled into assuming that you are interested in me in whatever feelings you would like to call it.”

“Excuse me?” Hermione said and this time her cheeks weren’t just red but she looked angered now. “I think it’s time for you to go. I’m grateful for what you did, but that doesn’t give you the right to come down here and tell me I’m interested in you. Thanks Mr. Laufeyson but I really am not looking forward into dinner with you or anything else-“

“Tell me you’re not interested in me.” Loki cut her short taking two steps forward her and making her backed away against the table behind her as he blocked her completely.

“I just told you-“

“No, tell me..” Loki whispered in a darker tone. “Look at me and tell me straight in my eyes that you aren’t interested in me and I’d leave you alone.”

She stared at him and blinked.

She blinked away and Loki smiled at her.

“Come now.” Loki whispered gently as he moved closer her, confident with her expression and he slowly enticed her when his finger gently ran at the left side of her jawline to make her face him.

Hermione tried to shove his hand away but he only moved closer, blocking her completely from moving.

“Please look at me, Hermione.” Loki whispered softer, his warm breath against the soft turn of her tresses above her bandaged forehead. “Tell me and I’d completely leave you alone.”

Hermione swallowed hard, not understanding why her heart beat was racing so suddenly and she felt torn into running away from him and staying still in their position.

She slowly looked up at him and was lost into his gaze.

His fingers moved gently along the side of her face, the tips of it gently touching her to make her look at him.

“Tell me Hermione…just look.. at me.. and tell me that you aren’t.. interested..” Loki said with a confident look in his eyes as he moved his face closer and closer to her. “Just look at me now and tell me..”

“I’m not..” Hermione began unable to move, unable to think clearly at their very close proximity.

She could definitely feel his hard chest close to her and his warm breath against the side of her face making her feel uncomfortable and at the same time sending out sparks and a ticklish feeling inside of her.

Her stomach was hurling, turning lopsided as her heart was screaming to be let out of her chest.

She didn’t understand what she was feeling.

“Yes?” he whispered against her lips now. “You’re not what?”

“I am.. not.. “ Hermione swallowed hard as her eyes moved away from his gaze and into his lips close to hers and back at his eyes. “I’m not.. I think.. I don’t..”

No words were comprehensive enough to come out of her and she certainly felt like she was going to faint at that moment that her heart was jolting out of her chest.

“’Mione?” he whispered gently to her as she felt his hand slowly come around the side of her arms and around her in a warm and gentle way.

“Y-yes?” Hermione managed to sigh and whisper back as he closed their faces together.

Hermione tried to rack her brain to command her body to move but it just halted and she just froze right then and there.

She could feel him and his deep breathing against her.

And before she could really comprehend what was happening, Loki had moved his face close enough to her and without a word, without further warning, he closed the inches for which their lips parted and slowly he captured her lips into a warm and deep kiss for which Hermione Granger just fell into as she felt his arms gently take her to him and kissed movingly like she has never been kissed before.

For an utter full moment Hermione had been too shock to say anything, to move a muscle or to move against it.

And then as he kissed her, his lips capturing hers and enticing and seducing her in every manner he could do so with the kiss he deepened by the moment as he encased her in his arms like a snake entangling itself around its victim, Hermione had found herself completely lost and slowly giving herself into the kissed.

She relaxed for a moment, lost in his lips and at the arms that wrapped themselves around her.

Hermione breathed heavily, gasping in their kiss and unsure where to put her arms.

He pushed her farther against the table and gently broke the kissed and tried to open her mouth with his tongue.

And that’s when Hermione was pulled back into her senses.

Her eyes shot up open and she suddenly struggled against him, pushing him from her and trying to end the kiss he was trying so hard to retain as he gently but forced himself into her

“Let go..” Hermione murmured as she moved her arms onto his strong arms and tried to push him by the shoulders. “Let go…let… go… of me…”

Hermione struggled and with a heavy sight and strong tug, she successfully pushed him from her.

The kiss broke instantaneously and they stared at one another both shocked and gasping for breath.

Hermione stared back at him, eyes wide and breathless while Loki stared back at her, slightly angered and confused.

“Mione-“ he began as he made a step forward her face that was slowly turning red in anger.

SMACK!!!

Her right hand came out of nowhere and pelted hard and straight against his left cheek.

He was too shocked by the gesture that his face remained bent over the side as it relished the hot gash of pain that came out of the Gryffindor’s piled up anger and humiliation at what had just transpired between the two of them.

“You don’t-“ Hermione gasped back at him trying to form words into her mouth while her head spun at what had just happened. “You don’t – you – “

Hermione looked back at him in utter amazement as well on what she had just done.

But before she could recover completely, he already had and as he turned to her, he reached and grabbed her by the wrist and made her face him, eye to eye.

She stared back, anger and fear consuming her gaze that he threw back at him while his expression relished hers, his eyes stared hard back at her and his expression in its damned form that Hermione couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or angered that she should already be running for her wand and her life at that very moment.
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