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Serpent of the World	By : TheLadyMiya Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 9486 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 17
- 18
Here we are, all caught up with the review replies and ready to post a new chapter! I hope you like it. There aren't that many chapters left now, only five and then an epilogue. I hope you like them!
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Chapter 17
Tom lifted the spear, Gungnir, and inspected it closely. The runes decorating the tip of the spear were known to be powerful runes and were meant to make the spear magical. So far, however, he hadn't been able to make the spear do anything special at all. The only magical thing about it was that the tip was sharp, even though it had been in a grave for thousands of years. Nor had it rusted.
From what he had read about it, the spear was also able hit any target, no matter how bad the one holding the spear was at aiming. He had yet to try it out, but if that was the case, and that was the only magical thing about the spear, then Tom would be truly disappointed.
Why would he need a spear when he could kill someone with magic? He didn't miss his target anyway, his aim was excellent.
He put away the spear and took out the purse of rune stones. He hated that Granger had got away with what appeared to have been the most powerful object in the grave. However, he had seen the wand bond with her, and to gain ownership over it, he would have had to defeat her. That was something for later. Besides, he still had his own wand which he had yet to figure out, and it was supposed to be powerful too.
He poured the rune stones out, into his left hand. As he did, he felt them heat up. The runes had begun to glow. It wasn't unpleasant, quite the opposite. It told him that he had activated them.
Putting his right hand over the runes, he shook them three times between his hands. That was the way he had learnt to do it in his Divination class.
Getting down on his knees onto the floor, he poured the runes out onto the ground. He quickly removed the ones that had landed facing downwards, to the side. Only five runes were facing up. He studied them, trying to recall what each of the runes meant in Divination.
The runes were still glowing. Curious, he reached out to touch one, to see if they had become hotter.
When he did, a blinding light erupted and he fell forward, his hands coming up to his face to shield his eyes. Images flashed before his eyes. He recognised Granger. She appeared to be under water, but in the next moment, darkness was flashing through her body and the ground beneath her body lit up with magic. A new picture came up. A gigantic snake-like creature rose from the water, and fear was all he felt at the sight of it. He could suddenly see himself. He was dragging Granger away from the water. She appeared to be dead.
In the next picture, Hogwarts was aflame. In the following one, London appeared to be drowning in an enormous tidal wave. He could see himself again, carrying Granger, running away from something.
All of the pictures had been soundless, but then another thing happened. Everything was pitch black. He knew he was there, fumbling around in the darkness. Then came laughter. A victorious laugh, dark and cold. And he knew, without a doubt, that the world had ended.
Opening his eyes again, he discovered that he was lying on his side. He sat up. The runes weren't glowing anymore, and when he touched them, they were cold.
Had it been a vision of the future? Or a warning of what would happen if Granger failed to control the Serpent of Midgard?
What should he do? Last time he had decided to believe in a prophecy, things hadn't exactly gone as he had planned. Then again, he hadn't heard the full prophecy then. This time, he had received it.
It must be a warning. The rune stones belonged to Odin, and he had died trying to stop Loki's monster creations. Was it just a coincidence that he had got this vision? Perhaps Odin had enchanted the runes to show the importance of stopping Loki's creatures?
Or was he not meant to have got the vision? He had been a part of the visions, but so had Granger. Maybe this was meant to be a warning to her? The skeleton had reacted to her after all.
However, did this mean that Granger was meant to fail, or a warning of what would happen if she did? Tom knew what she would have done if she had seen this vision. She would have worked even harder to control serpents and basilisks and then went down to the Serpent of Midgard at once. She would have nagged at him to help her constantly.
Should he tell her about this? It would certainly make her come back to him. However, he didn't just want her to come back. He wanted her to see who Gabriel really was as well. No, he had better wait. Patience was something he needed to adopt with her.
He just hoped it wouldn't be too late once she finally came around.
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Hermione was awoken by the smell of coffee. She opened her eyes and saw Gabriel enter the room with a tray.
"Good morning, love," he said brightly, putting the tray down in her lap.
"Morning," she said, quite puzzled by his treatment. "What have I done to earn this?"
He shrugged. "I just like to woo you."
He sat down by her legs and Hermione noticed that there were two cups of coffee on the tray. He took one of them.
"What do you want to do today, then?" he asked.
Hermione took the cup, studying him closely. He had been nothing but polite last night, and to her great relief, he hadn't tried to get her into bed with him. But what was he after now?
"I don't know," she answered his question, carefully. "You don't have any plans?"
"Not today, no. I was thinking that we could take a tour of some interesting places here in Sweden. I recall you mentioning that you had never been here before."
She relaxed. "That sounds like fun. I've only read about Sweden, but there are some places I would like to see."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well, we have been talking a lot about the Norse Gods, and that has got me interested in the Vikings. I heard there was a really good museum in Stockholm about them," she explained.
"You mean a Muggle museum?" Gabriel asked, eyebrows lifting in surprise, his tone filled with disbelief.
"Yes. I am Muggle-born after all. Sometimes I think it's good to see things from a Muggle's perspective. They see things that wizards don't," Hermione said, slightly agitated that he was looking down on Muggle things.
"I know, Muggles make up for not being magical in a lot of fascinating ways. However, their recollection of time passed leaves a lot to be desired," Gabriel said, wrinkling his nose.
"Oh, right," Hermione said, feeling a bit foolish. "If you met the founders of Hogwarts, you must have been around when the Vikings were ruling here."
"Indeed," Gabriel said, amused. "But very well, we can go to the museum. If nothing else, I can tell you what they have got wrong."
Hermione smiled, her spirits lifting as she realised what an opportunity it was. Who else could say that they had got a tour in a Viking museum by someone who was alive at that time?
They left after breakfast, Apparating to Stockholm. Hermione wanted to pay the entry fee, but didn't have any Swedish money. Gabriel took care of it, but she was quite sure he didn't actually pay, but used magic instead. She sighed. Wizards' arrogance always annoyed her, but she pushed the thought aside.
Hermione wasn't surprised by the lack of visitors in the museum. In the entrance hall, a group of children were gathering around a tour guide, but other than that, there didn't seem to be a lot of visitors. However, most were probably at work, and if there were any tourists in town, they were probably enjoying the beautiful weather outside.
Gabriel led her into another room, away from the group of children. Here was where the real exhibitions started. The first thing she saw was a glass casket where the bones of a human lay. They stopped in front of it, and Hermione was pleased to see an information placard in English.
"A male warrior from 800 A.D," she read out loud. "Death by stab wound, possibly in battle, at the age of 36. He was buried with traditional warrior objects."
Looking inside the casket again, Hermione recognised several items, like a spear and a knife, but also some things she had to read about to understand what they were, like some coins.
Gabriel had also read the placard and was now eyeing the objects suspiciously. He seemed almost disappointed.
"What? Did they get all of it right?" Hermione asked, chuckling.
Gabriel huffed. "Yeah, but this man was clearly a Muggle, so you wouldn't expect to find anything strange in the grave."
Hermione smirked. "Maybe Muggles aren't so stupid after all."
"Oh, I'm sure we'll find a lot of things they have given ridiculous meanings too, come on," Gabriel said, dragging her along.
They walked around, and to Gabriel's pleasure, they soon found something the Muggles had misinterpreted. In a long row, several small, golden figures were placed underneath a glass casket. The information box called them "Gullgubbar – an offering placed underneath a house or an area of worship".
"An offering," Gabriel said, with a snort. "Those are a type of magical wards, used to keep Muggles away and such things. They have just run out of magic."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Well, Muggles don't believe in magic, so of course they couldn't write that. But I have never seen someone use golden figures to create wards. Didn't they make wards the way we do?"
"They could, but these are more potent," Gabriel explained. "Viking wizards used these to protect special locations. Using these gold figures made the wards last over generations, and the more there were, the better the protection. Wealthy wizards could have over fifty of these underneath the foundation of their house, to make sure no Muggles or rivalling clan could enter the house. They could also be used as protection against fire, cold and everything else you'd like to protect your house against."
As he talked, he moved down the line of Gullgubbar, and when he reached the end, one of the figures lit up. Gabriel hastily jumped back, pulling Hermione with him. "Oh, looks like one is still active."
Hermione blinked in surprise, eyeing the figure which had emitted the flash. Now it was dark again. "What was that?"
"An alarm, I guess. They are the easiest types of wards. They just warn that another magical being is close by, but don't do anything to stop it. It must have been a very powerful wizard who cast the spell over the figure if it's still active."
Curious to see more of the figure, Hermione shrugged out of Gabriel's grip and went to have a closer look. However, this time, no light erupted as she came closer. Frowning, she turned to look at Gabriel again.
"It's not giving out a warning now," she commented.
Gabriel's eyes shifted to the figure and then back to her. "Maybe that flash drained it. It can't have much magic left. Come on, we don't want to risk triggering something else. We wouldn't want Muggles to start asking questions."
But Hermione noticed that he didn't come close to the casket, where the figure lay. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction, towards another exhibition hall. She had a feeling Gabriel was hiding something. She doubted very much he would care if Muggles saw something. He was a powerful wizard, and it wouldn't have taken much for him to alter memories if someone had come by. Yet, he had seemed worried about something, but it was clear that he didn't wish to talk about it. Perhaps he had been a part of whatever rivalling wizarding clan the figure was supposed to warn about?
Sighing, she decided to wait and see if she could ask him about it later. The new room seemed to have another theme, and Hermione was pleasantly surprised to recognise a lot of the photos hanging on the wall. They were photos of rune stones with pictures of Norse gods.
By the back wall, there was a motion picture being projected, and Hermione was happy to hear that they were speaking English. Ignoring Gabriel's sigh, she went to it and sat down on one of the wooden benches. A cartoon was playing, visualising myths.
"… Freya refused to marry the giant to get Thor's hammer back. Loki came up with a new suggestion. Thor was going to pretend to be Freya and dress up in her clothes to get the hammer back. Thor agreed, only if Loki joined him, dressed as 'Freya's' handmaiden."
The motion pictured showed two cartoon men dressing up in dresses, with veils over their hair and faces. In the end, only the eyes and hands were showing.
"I can't believe the same jokes are still being used," Gabriel muttered from her side. "Men dressing up in dresses, oh, ha-ha, it's so unmanly!"
Hermione looked at him, surprised to hear such a comment from him.
He noted her look and sighed. "When you have been alive for as long as I have, it becomes clear that the clothes don't make the man, or woman for that matter. Fashion is one of those things that changes the fastest. One decade, everyone wears togas, the next, it's all pants for men. Then, all men are wearing heels and pink, the next, it's unmanly and only women wear heels and pink. I'd very much like to not give a fuck, but people always judge you by the way you dress."
She continued to stare at him. "You really don't like fashion."
He grimaced. "I grew tired of it when I was your age. I prefer to be naked, but no, then you are seen as insane as well."
She chuckled. She knew a lot of people who hated shopping for clothes, her dad being the prime example, but Gabriel seemed to be in a league of his own.
Before she had a chance to agree with him, the group of school children came into the room, the guide stopping close to them. Now Hermione realised that the guide was talking in English, and she was happy to listen in, even though Gabriel groaned next to her. She shushed him.
"… Which Norse gods have you heard of?" the guide asked the children.
Several hands flew up in the air. The guide nodded towards a tall boy.
"Thor!" he answered happily.
"Yes, indeed. Thor, together with Odin and Frey seemed to have been the most popular gods, or at least the ones they talked about the most. There are several runes mentioning their names, and there seem to have been a lot of offerings to them for protection and prosperity," the guide replied in an enthusiastic tone. "Anyone else?"
Three students raised their hand, and the guide nodded at a red-haired girl.
"Freya."
"Yes, Frey and Freya were twins, and some even think they were two different faces of the same god. They both stood for fertility."
"What did Loki stand for?" a small boy in the front row asked.
"Loki was what is called a Trickster. He never seems to have had worshippers the way Thor and Freya did, but he was a critical part of the myths. The myths weren't just used to entertain, but also to tell people of how to behave and how the world functioned. Loki did bad things and was punished for them, so that the people hearing the myths would learn from it. That is why he doesn't appear like a 'normal' god. He constantly changes shapes: he is a giant, but then he is also an Aesir. He can transform into any shape he wants, he has been both a fish and a female horse. He is what the myth requires him to be."
The guide continued to talk about the gods and the purpose of the myths, but Hermione was no longer listening. Instead, she was thinking back to the painting she had seen in Gabriel's enchanted wardrobe. She realised where she had recognised the woman from: Gabriel. She had had the same eyes and expression as Gabriel did.
Glancing over to him, she wondered if the woman could have been Gabriel. He was immortal; he would have to change his appearance now and again to stay under the radar. And if he could do that, why would he always want to be male? He was quite androgynous, now that she thought about it. Just looking at the way he sat now, nothing of it screamed male. He had his legs crossed, he was leaning forward, with his elbow on his leg and his chin in his hand. It wasn't necessarily a female way to sit, but it wasn't just that. The jeans and green t-shirt could easily have been worn by a woman of the same size. His face was more pretty than handsome. He had a lot of authority when he spoke and moved, but that wasn't just for men.
"Have you ever been a woman?" she found herself asking, in a low voice, so she wouldn't disturb the guide.
Gabriel blinked and looked at her, his forehead setting into a frown. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I just thought … if you can change your appearance, why wouldn't you have tried out being female?" she explained.
"Having some lesbian fantasies are we?" he asked, his expression turning playful in an instant.
Hermione scowled. "No, I was just curious."
Gabriel chuckled. "Then yes, I have been a woman. It's not that different from being a man, generally speaking. I could be a woman without even having breasts."
Hermione thought back to the painting again and remembered that the chest had indeed been rather flat. Although, she had never questioned it being a woman.
"Which one do you enjoy the most?" she asked, curious. If she had had the magical ability, it would have been fun to test out being a man for a while, even though she felt comfortable being female.
"Depended on my mood and the society I lived in at that moment," Gabriel said, with a shrug. "Being a man comes with a lot of privileges, so I often chose a male form."
Hermione huffed, but didn't feel like starting a rant about the destructive patriarchy. Instead, she followed Gabriel as he rose and walked away from the school children. They still had some rooms left to explore, but Hermione found her thoughts travelling back to Loki.
From what she had read, it was a good thing that Loki had died. The Muggles thought he was fictitious and that he hadn't done any of the horrible things the myths told them about. But Hermione knew he had done that, and a lot of other horrible things. And no one seemed to have been able to stop him.
It must have been an effective defence, to be able to change your appearance at will. Every time he did something terrible, he could just change what he looked like, and the other gods could search the whole world, not knowing what they were looking for.
Well, since they did find him in the end, she guessed they must have thought of some ward that only reacted to him—
No.
No way.
It couldn't be possible.
But no matter how much she tried to deny it, it was like pieces she didn't even know belonged to the same puzzle were starting to come together. Gabriel was immortal. He could change his appearance. He had manipulated them into opening Odin's grave. Was it because he couldn't do it? Had there been wards in place to stop enemies of Odin from entering the grave and stealing the secrets? Gabriel was really interested in Riddle's wand, which had been made by Loki.
It was like that time she had figured out that Slytherin's monster was a Basilisk, or who Nicholas Flamel was, or that Rita Skeeter was an Animagus. It all fitted together, but she needed to verify it. At Hogwarts, she would have run off to the library, but this was not something a book could help her with. Yet, the urge to either verify it or disprove it was strong within her. She needed proof, one way or another, and she wanted it now.
What would be the easiest way to prove that someone was someone else?
She almost slapped her own forehead when she realised the simple solution: a blood test. Not the Muggle type, but the kind purebloods used to verify that someone was related to them, even if it was several times removed. But she would still need blood, and if Gabriel was indeed Loki, she didn't want him to find out that she was testing him.
It struck her that she should probably be more freaked out by the possibility. If Gabriel was indeed Loki, it meant that not even the other wizards of Asgard had been able to stop him. And it also meant that he could now be doing some other horrible thing.
Like keeping her from learning how to control the Serpent of Midgard.
He had easily separated her from Riddle, her only way to learn how to control the Serpent. In fact, everything Gabriel had done since they had met him had resulted in widening the gap between her and her blood-brother. Was it on purpose?
Hermione had always had a cool head. She didn't freak out until the danger was over. It had saved her and her friends' heads many times. Only a few months had passed since she had lied even while under torture to save her friends. At the same time, she had figured out where they would find one of Voldemort's horcruxes.
Thus, Hermione didn't freak out, no matter how potentially catastrophic the situation was. Instead, she began to calculate how to best get blood from Gabriel.
"What's the matter?" Gabriel asked. "Is the museum not as much fun as you expected?"
Hermione flinched when his voice disrupted her thoughts, but quickly tried to school her features. "Oh, no, sorry, I was just thinking."
"You looked troubled," Gabriel noted, a flash of concern crossing his face.
Hermione waved dismissively. "All this talk about the Norse gods just made me think about Riddle. But sorry, I won't burden you with it."
He grasped her hand, pressing it gently. "If you need to talk, I'm always happy to listen."
Hermione forced a smile. "Thanks, but I don't feel like ruining this lovely day."
He smiled back, and Hermione almost started to doubt her own theory. He was so nice and caring … or rather, he appeared to be. She forced herself to remember Riddle. If Riddle, one of the most evil people in the universe, could trick everyone into thinking he was a nice guy, surely Loki, who had had thousands of years of practice and experience, could do the same thing.
They continued to look at the objects, but Gabriel seemed to sense that her heart wasn't in it anymore, because he soon suggested they go someplace else. He took her to a restaurant for lunch and Hermione forced herself to relax and pretend like everything was normal. Gabriel did make it easy to think about something else. He was charming and funny and just the right amount of flirtatious.
It was almost at the end of lunch when Hermione realised that the easiest way to draw blood from him, without him finding it strange, was through sex. She knew how easy it could be to accidentally hurt someone when hormones were running high.
However, there were many downsides to having sex with him again. If he was Loki … well, then she would be having sex with someone who made even Tom Riddle look like a model citizen. If he wasn't Loki, he would think that it meant that she wanted to have sex more often with him. It would complicate their relationship more than it had to be.
But she had to know for sure and she had to know now.
They returned to his house and Hermione contemplated on how she would be able to do it. She didn't feel like having sex, but maybe she could fake it? They didn't have to go all out, after all. She just had to get him worked up enough and then collect the blood somehow. She could make it look like an accident. In some areas the skin was really easy to break through. She could bite his lip, that was quite easy, or she could—
Oh. Right.
Hermione was suddenly reminded of a hushed conversation between Parvati and Lavender one late night when they had thought Hermione was asleep. Lavender had been very embarrassed, over causing a man to bleed. She had said that she hadn't even applied any pressure, it had just happened.
Yes, and that would also be a good way to make him not want to continue having sex.
Gabriel had made his way out onto the terrace and she followed, hesitating in the doorway. The afternoon sun was hot out here, and he had his face turned against it, looking like a pleased cat, without a care in the world. After a few seconds had passed, he looked up at her, raising his eyebrows in question.
Gathering up every ounce of the courage her inner Gryffindor had, she marched over to him on the bench and straddled him. Before he had time to ask what she was doing, she pressed her lips against his.
He was not late in following her lead. His hands came up to her back and hair, and he kissed her back, passionately. It was surprisingly easy to kiss him. He was a very good kisser, applying just the right amount of pressure, moving just the right way.
She moved her hands up to his hair, letting her fingers move through the thick strands, before going down his neck and arms. For several minutes, they stayed locked together. When she felt him starting to shift underneath her, she finally pulled back, gasping for air.
She could feel her cheeks flaming, mostly of embarrassment for being so forward, but also from excitement. Doing this would be easier than she had initially thought.
Gabriel looked up at her, his eyes burning with passion. He didn't ask any questions. Instead, he moved his hands down to her arse and rose from the bench, easily carrying her inside. She wrapped her arms around him so she wouldn't fall, and took the opportunity to start kissing her way up his throat.
It was clearly the right thing to do, because he moaned in pleasure and fastened his steps up to the second floor.
He sat down on the bed and started to tug at her t-shirt. She allowed him to pull it off of her, but then turned her focus towards his clothes, ripping open the shirt. Her hands were trembling slightly, but she repressed her nerves as much as she could.
She started to tug at the fly of his jeans at the same time as he opened up her bra. She shrugged out of it, but didn't let him move down to undo her pants. She knew she wasn't as wet as she had been the last time they had had sex, and she didn't want him to suspect that anything was wrong.
He helped her remove his jeans and underwear, and she found him half erect.
"I'd like to try something," she said breathlessly, when he once again tried to grab a hold of her pants.
He paused his movements and looked at her in question.
"I've never sucked someone," she confessed.
She had half feared that Gabriel would refuse to let someone inexperienced perform oral sex on him, but she shouldn't have worried. If anything, he seemed pleased.
"I'm always happy to teach you new things," he murmured.
She smiled in relief.
He moved up on the bed and she followed, settling down between his legs.
"Start with your hands," he ordered her.
She placed her hands on his cock, and slowly started to stroke it. He moved his own right hand down and showed her exactly how to move her hands. It didn't take long until he was fully erect.
"Now, you can start by licking the tip," he said, arousal clear in his voice.
She leaned down and did that, forcing herself not to react to the strange taste. It wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't the worst thing she had tasted either. If she had been more aroused, she probably wouldn't have noticed the taste at all.
"Now you can start sucking. Start with just the tip and don't go further than what you feel comfortable with. I don't expect you to be able to swallow it," he stated, chuckling. "But watch your teeth."
This was it. Hermione started off by sucking slowly, making sure her teeth were covered by her lips. However, as Gabriel started to moan and buckle his hips, she thought it was safe to make "a mistake". She let her teeth out from underneath her upper lip, and grazed the penis. She didn't even have to bite down. She tasted copper in her mouth at the same time as Gabriel let out a hiss in pain and pushed her head away from him.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," Hermione said, grasping his cock with her hand, pretending to try and stem the blood flow.
However, Gabriel quickly pushed her hand away as well.
"It's an easy mistake," he said, groaning. "Just … I'll be back."
He got out of bed and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Hermione took a deep breath and looked down at the palm of her hand. It was red with blood.
She withdrew her wand from the holster and conjured up a small vial. Then she carefully moved the blood from her hand into the vial. She put a lid on it and put the vial into her pocket.
Waiting for a few minutes, she wondered what she should do now. She didn't dare to perform the blood test right now. Even though it was relatively quick, Gabriel could be back any minute, and she only had one chance. It was better to wait until she was alone. If she left now, he could become suspicious. Perhaps it was better to wait until he came back and then go to the bathroom or something. She could easily claim that she needed to pee, peopled peed all the time.
However, waiting half-naked made her feel cold, and she guessed it would be reasonable if she put her t-shirt back on. Just after she had done that, the bathroom door unlocked and Gabriel came out, dressed in his dressing gown.
"I'm sorry," she said again, looking away.
"It's okay, it was your first try," he said, sighing. "Perhaps it would have been better if you had practiced on someone that didn't have the same girth as me."
Realising that he had indeed forgiven her and was now teasing her, she looked up again, snorting. "Yes, clearly men with big cocks aren't meant to be sucked off."
He chuckled and came over to the bed again, pulling her into his embrace and laying them both down across the bottom of the bed. He kissed her cheek.
"I'll teach you, don't worry about that," he murmured into her ear. "As long as you are passionate about it, it will be easy."
She smiled, unsure of what to say.
"However," he continued, not bothered by her silence. "I'm a bit curious as to what made you lose your hesitance. I thought you would want to take things slow."
"Well … I don't know. Life is short. At least for most people. I guess I just realised that today, and then I saw you sitting there and…," she trailed off, wanting to be as vague as possible so he wouldn't notice that she was lying.
"Ah. Good for you. I'll take full advantage of your new-found love of life tomorrow, when my abused cock has forgotten the misdeed," he said, and kissed her on the lips before sitting up.
Hermione sat up slowly, not really daring to hope that she had got off that easily. Gabriel started to gather his clothes.
"Uh, all right," she said. "I guess I'll just … use the bathroom then."
"Be my guest," he said, and winked at her.
It took her a moment to figure out why he had winked. Then she realised he must think she was still horny and wanted to take care of it. Well, that suited her. Then he wouldn't come knocking too soon.
She locked the door behind her and withdrew the vial with his blood, placing it on the window sill. Conjuring up a piece of paper, she nicked her own finger with magic and let a drop fall down on the paper. Then she withdrew a drop of his blood and let it mix with hers, as she spoke the spell non-verbally.
Seconds ticked away. She knew the spell took exactly 67.8 seconds to work. If they weren't related, nothing would happen. If they were, a family tree would appear and indicate how they were related.
She wished she had brought a clock. Had it been a minute already? Nothing had happened. Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe she had just made a silly mistake and she would go to bed tonight, groaning about how foolish and paranoid she was. Well, wars made people paranoid, and it wasn't like her paranoia hadn't paid off before. So what if she had made a mistake now, no one had got hurt.
Okay, so Gabriel had got a bit hurt, but he would get over it. It had just been a shallow scratch; he would probably not feel a thing—
The blood on the paper transformed. Lines began form. A small dot indicated her, and then there was a line going upwards. It didn't turn to the side, indicating that they were related, but like a distant uncle or something, no, it went straight up until it finally stopped, making a small dot, indicating Gabriel.
She was related to Gabriel. In a straight line, going back maybe forty generations. She was his direct descendant.
The odds that he was some other immortal, super powerful great-great-a-lot-great-grandfather were practically non-existent. No, with everything else she had noticed, the answer was clear.
Gabriel was Loki.
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