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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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- 18
- 19
Wow, so sorry to leave you at that evil cliffhanger for that long. I had planned to update sooner, but I've been back and forth to the hospital this past month, and it has been really stressful and shit, so yeah, no time for fanfiction. Now, however, I've got new meds again, and I'm starting to get used to them, so fingers crossed!
Like always, Ozzy, my wonderful beta! Thank you so much for all your hard work! I also want to thank everyone else who have read, reviewed and rated! Review replies can be found here: http://tomioneconvention.forumotion.com/t1011-review-reply-serpent-of-the-world#49192
And MrE-Queckyy, I have indeed posted this story on Ao3, so if you haven't found it yet, here is the link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2357942/chapters/5203814
Enjoy!

Chapter 18
Hermione sank to the floor with her back against the bathroom door, willing her heart to calm down. Loki was alive. Not only that, but he was sitting there, outside, waiting for her. She was alone in a house with Loki and Merlin knows what he had planned.
She tried to remember everything he had said to her since they had met. He had a plan for Riddle, she knew that at least. And it was understandable as well. Riddle was his descendant and of course he would want to do something about him. But what about her? Did he have some plan for her as well? He must have, why else would he treat her so well? But then, she was his heir too in a way—
Oh, fuck. She had fucked her ancestor.
Then a more terrible thought struck her. She had fucked Loki.
Taking a deep breath, she rose from the floor, beginning to pace back and forth. Nothing good had ever happened to the people Loki fucked, that was something the myths had taught her. It was a good thing he didn't have any other children right now, because she wouldn't want another werewolf-creature running around out there.
Dread flooded her. No. It couldn't be. She had cast the contraceptive spell!
Don't be stupid, Hermione, if he is indeed Loki, he would find a way around that.
Hands shaking, she performed the pregnancy spell she had learned from Madam Pomfrey years ago. Every girl at Hogwarts learned how to cast it, together with the contraceptive spell. If you were pregnant and didn't want to be, it was important to catch it early on.
The tip of her wand turned green, indicating her worst fear. Loki was using her for some nefarious purpose, and she could bet her wand on that it wasn't a normal baby. Whatever he was planning…
She shuddered. But no, it wouldn't come to that. She would get rid of it. An abortion potion wasn't easy to brew, but she was an excellent potion maker. The ingredients were easy enough to come by at least.
However, she wouldn't be able to do it here. Gabriel, no, Loki would discover it. The potion had to simmer in darkness for a day, if she recalled correctly. Thus, there was no way she could do it outdoors either.
She took a deep breath, pushing aside her fear. This was not the time to get scared. She could deal with this if she kept her head cool. The first thing she needed to do was to make sure Loki didn't suspect anything. He would probably not hurt her if he thought she was unaware of who he was.
Then, she would have to go somewhere else and start the potion. But she didn't have any Swedish currency, and didn't know from where to buy ingredients here either. Loki would know, but she didn't want him to suspect a thing. It would be unlike her to ask him for money.
No, there was only one other person she knew here who could help her. But could she go back to him?
Hermione thought back to her last encounter with Riddle. He had made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her. But at the same time, she had sensed his fear of Gabriel. Had Riddle suspected who Gabriel was? No, if he thought he was Loki, Riddle wouldn't have kept it from her. At least, she didn't think so. After everything they had found out about Loki, Hermione was sure Riddle wouldn't want her to be in Loki's clutches.
At least, she didn't think so.
Doubt filled her. If she went to Riddle with this information, would he help her? One thing was for sure, she wouldn't be able to deal with Loki alone. He had demonstrated many times how powerful he was. More powerful than Riddle.
She would need Riddle's help to deal with Loki. Even though she wasn't sure what Loki wanted, he was much more dangerous than Riddle. Using her like this … at least Riddle had never lied about wanting to use her for his own ends. As much as she hated Riddle, he was the devil she knew right now. And her problem was rather acute. Why would Loki even want her to be pregnant? Maybe he wanted to build a new army of sorts? Like the werewolf? But who needed the werewolf when—
The Serpent! Loki had been inside her mind, and she couldn't be sure of what he had seen or not. It was possible he knew that she planned to put the Serpent to rest. Was Loki keeping her and Riddle apart so she wouldn't be able to stop the Serpent in time? He had told her not to go back to Riddle, after all. Let him squirm, he had said. Perhaps the Serpent was closer to waking up than they had thought?
But then, why impregnate her as well? He already had a creature powerful enough to destroy the world, why would he need more dark creatures? Or was this just some twisted game? Wanting her as a mother to his child? Pretending that she had got pregnant by accident to bind her to him? What for?
"Hermione? Are you okay in there?" Gabri– no, Loki's voice came from outside the door.
"Yes, just a belly cramp," she called back, not having to fake the weakness in her voice.
"Can I help?" At once, he sounded concerned. Was he faking it or was he really worried about her?
"No, it's okay," she answered.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything."
"Yes, thanks."
She heard him walk away.
Maybe he was concerned. Whether the thing growing inside of her was an experiment like the ones he had done before, or a normal baby, he probably wanted to keep an eye on her. Make sure she didn't hurt it.
Well, she would have to use that to her advantage.
After waiting for another couple of minutes, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands, just in case he was listening. When she exited the bathroom, she found him sitting by the window, reading. However, he looked up when she entered, and concern was evident on his face.
"What happened?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. When I was in the bathroom, my belly started to cramp. Maybe I'm getting my period a bit earlier than anticipated."
He gracefully rose from the armchair and came over to her. Unlike most men she knew, he hadn't even flinched at the mention of her period. Damn. She had hoped it would make him not want to be with her.
"Let's go downstairs. Do you want something for the pain?" He placed a hand on the small of her back and led her out of the room.
Hermione did her best to not stiffen at the contact. Just twenty minutes earlier, she had been performing oral sex on him, it wouldn't make sense if she was suddenly uneasy in his presence.
"No, that's okay, the pain comes and goes," she answered. "I think I just want to lie down and focus on something else."
They reached the end of the staircase. "Let me know if you change your mind. I'm an excellent potion brewer."
She forced a smile. "I believe you. How are you feeling? I mean … from the accident."
Hopefully, pretending to be embarrassed from the biting incident would mask any unease he might sense from her.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. I heal quickly," he replied cheerfully.
He made her sit down on the sofa. "Can I get you something else? A book? A cup of tea?"
She hesitated. On one hand, it was probably best to keep the talking to a minimum so she wouldn't accidentally reveal that she knew who he really was. On the other hand, if she was going to go back to Riddle, she would need more information. About Loki and his plans. If he was indeed after the Serpent and knew that she was attempting to stop him… hm.
"No, I just want you to stay here with me," she said, looking down at her lap so her eyes wouldn't betray her. "And … I think I need your help."
He sat down at the other end of the sofa. "Oh? With what?"
"Well, you know how Tom and I have been working together? Maybe you can help us." She was gambling now, she knew it. However, Loki most definitely knew about the Serpent. He was the one who had created him after all. And he most likely knew that his own descendants were controlling it.
"You know so much about the Viking age," she continued. "Were you there when the Æsir were alive as well?"
She glanced up at him, but could see no alarm on his face, just thoughtfulness. "No, I'm not that old. The Æsir were myths, having lived hundreds of years before they were worshiped as gods. Of course, we wizards knew they weren't gods. Some, however, impersonated the gods to get followers among the Muggles. So stories about the gods visiting 'Midgard' come from that."
"Oh. But they must have left things behind."
"Of course. You and Tom opened Odin's grave after all. Is that what you and Tom are working towards? Finding relics?"
She shook her head, hesitating. This was it. If Loki didn't already know that they were going to stop the Serpent, he would find out now. "Not exactly. You see, the Serpent of Midgard is still alive."
She studied him closely, half expecting him to fake shock or disbelief. Loki, however, didn't move a muscle.
"Yes, I know," he just said.
"Oh … well, he is waking up, and we have to stop him before he destroys the world," Hermione continued.
"Ah, of course. Yes, I'd expect that from you," Loki said, looking thoughtful. "Not sure what Tom would get from that, though."
"I guess he is thinking that to control the world, there has to be a world to control," Hermione explained, unsure of how she should judge his reaction. His lack of surprise, fake or otherwise, indicated nothing to her.
"I guess. What do you need my help for?" Loki asked.
She looked down at her lap. "Tom was supposed to teach me how to control it, but after what happened … I was hoping you could help me figure out a way to stop the Serpent from rising, without Tom's help. You know so much that has been forgotten through time, I thought that maybe you'd know something about how the Serpent was created, or something like that. Anything that could help."
Loki moved closer to her, leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I'm flattered that you trust me enough to tell me this. I'm sure Tom would disapprove."
Hermione snorted, allowing him to pull her against him. She rested her head against his shoulder, forcing herself to relax. As long as he didn't know that she knew who he really was, she was safe.
"Yes, but so far, you have done a lot more to make me feel safe than Tom has," she muttered. It was true, even though her trust had clearly been misplaced.
She could feel him kiss the top of her head and forced back the sudden urge to laugh. Since when had she become surrounded by mass-murdering Dark wizards? Life was weird.
"Alas, I'm not sure I know anything that could help. Loki was always a side-character in the stories I heard. Used mostly to make the other wizards look good." Was there a hint of bitterness in his voice? No, she was probably just imagining it; Loki was too good of an actor. But why didn't he want to tell her about Loki? He had been more than happy to tell her stories about the other wizards before.
"Yes, but still … except the Serpent and the wand, do you think there are any relics of him left? Something that could help me?" she pressed.
"I can certainly ask around," he said. "I know some collectors that would be interested in relics such as those. They should know."
Hermione wanted to ask if he wasn't considered a collector himself, judging by the room inside his cupboard. However, pressing too much would make it sound like she doubted him, and that was exactly what she didn't want right now.
"Thanks you," she said. "I'll still need to master Parseltongue, though. I'll go out tomorrow and practice. As pleasant as today with you has been, this is something that should have priority."
"Yes, we wouldn't want that Serpent to rise," Loki said, sounding serious.
They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening talking or reading. Hermione did her best to act as normal as she could, but by then, she decided that it was reasonable to go to bed.
"Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" Loki asked, just as she reached the doorway to the hallway.
Hermione hesitated. The true answer was no, she really didn't. But was it strange if she didn't? She had almost had sex with him earlier today, was it weird if she didn't want to sleep with him?
Loki saw her hesitation and smiled, getting up from the sofa as well.
"I see, you are not one of those who like to cuddle when you sleep."
Hermione exhaled slowly, shaking her head. "It's just … I don't sleep that well with other people. But I don't want you to think…"
She trailed off, unsure of what she should say that would sound believable.
"I understand," Loki said, grasping her chin, leaning in and kissing her. "With time, I think you'll get used to sleeping with me as well. But I'm not in any hurry. Go to bed, I'll stay up a little while longer."
She nodded, still not sure of how she should respond to that. "Goodnight."
She went to her bedroom, undressed and got into bed. But she knew that nothing would make her fall asleep. She decided to wait until she had heard him go to bed as well, then she would start to research. Even though she thought she had read everything she could find about Loki in Slytherin's books, she wanted to make sure. Especially the part about his death. She remembered reading about Heimdall killing Loki, but clearly, Loki was like Riddle and no death seemed to stick.
After maybe an hour, she heard the door open. She closed her eyes, pretending to be deep asleep. For several seconds, she didn't hear anything, then, the door closed again. Was he keeping an eye on her? Did he suspect that she knew?
If she had still thought that he was Gabriel, she would have assumed he just wanted to check out of concern, but now she was worried he was looking for something else. Maybe he just wanted to make sure she hadn't run away? It wasn't like he could read her mind anymore to make sure, he had made sure of that when he had taught her the mirror trick.
She heard him walk up the stairs and waited for another half-an-hour before she got up and gathered her purse. She pulled out the books which were about the Norse gods and started to skim through the pages.
A passage about Odin and Loki made her pause.
After the death of Balder, Odin questioned Loki on why he had done it. Loki supposedly answered: "Because things have become boring. You have become too safe and secure in your position of power. Your experiments aren't what they used to be. I want to see you like you were before, when your magic wasn't weakened by order."
Hermione frowned over the passage. "Gabriel" had told her that Loki would have liked her because she destroyed the current order of things. He had said that she brought chaos. Was that all Loki wanted? Chaos? Why? She fought to make things better, but Gabriel had only focused on her destructiveness. Was that why he had used her like this?
But then, why would he want Riddle? He had even said that Loki wouldn't have liked Riddle because Riddle wanted things to be in order according to his own rules. However, Riddle had done impressive stuff before he had got power. Was Loki looking to make Riddle lose his power so he would be … more fun?
She wasn't sure of what to think. Who could even tell what Loki was thinking? He had been alive for millennia, who knew what sort of impact that had on a person? Because even though he was immortal now, he hadn't started out that way.
She continued to skim through the book, trying to find something else that would help her.
When daylight started to creep in through the window, she put away the books, lying back against her pillow, thinking. Leaving wouldn't be hard. She could just pretend to go out to practice. What would be hard was getting Riddle's help. The only thing that made her think he would help her was that he had said he wanted to be the one to pick out who the father of her baby would be.
However, he hadn't liked Gabriel, and Hermione was pretty sure he wouldn't be happy to learn that he was Loki. That information should hopefully be enough for him to help her.
She felt stressed out. She wanted to go now. She wouldn't be able to rest until the thing that inhabited her body was gone. She didn't want to think about it, because the thought more than freaked her out. It sickened her. To know that something was inside her, no matter if it was human or not, without her consent, it made her feel like her body wasn't her own anymore. Like someone else had stolen it. And she wanted it back. Right now.
If that meant begging Riddle for help, then she would do it. She would rather owe him than have her body used like this, without her permission.
And once that was taken care of, she would plot her revenge. No one could do this to her and get away with it. Not even an immortal ex-god.
Around eight o'clock, she decided that it was a reasonable time to get up. She needed coffee if she wanted to make it through the day, that was for sure.
Just as it was done brewing, Loki came down the stairs.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked.
She grimaced. "Didn't sleep so well, but other than that, I'm fine."
He nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. "I'm afraid I have to go away for the morning again, but I'll be back later, if you feel up to something by then."
Hermione felt relief flash through her. "I will train for as long as I have the energy, so I don't know when I'll come back."
"Well, don't forget to eat at least," Loki said, with an encouraging smile.
She just nodded, and when he left, she felt herself relaxing. Good, he hadn't noticed anything.
Finishing her coffee, she gathered her belongings and Apparated to the building Riddle was staying in. Determined, she walked up the stairs and knocked on his door. She wasn't going to let him start another fight. She was going to talk and he was going to help her and they were going to get rid of Loki.
The door opened. If Riddle was surprised to see her, he didn't show it. He just looked at her, arching an eyebrow in question.
In her mind, she had gone over what the best opening line would be. It would need to shock him, but not make him angry.
"Loki is alive and he has impregnated me," she said.
Now, shock was evident on his face. He stared at her, blinking slowly for a couple of seconds until he stepped aside, letting her get into the flat.
She walked inside.
"Gabriel?" Riddle asked.
Well, at least he was quick to catch up. "Yes."
"I see." Riddle was quiet for a few more seconds. "Lie down on the sofa."
"What for?" she asked.
"I want to see what he has done to you. I assume you came to me because you are afraid of the Dark Arts he has used in this."
Hermione felt foolish for not even considering that. Of course any experiment would have been done with the Dark Arts. "Yes," she lied, and went to lie down on the sofa.
If Riddle detected her lie, he didn't comment upon it. He sat down on the coffee table and started to run his wand over her belly.
"Oh," he suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh what?" Hermione asked, feeling the fear she had suppressed starting to surface again.
"When did you say was the first time you and Gabriel had had sex?" Riddle asked.
"Last week," she said, wondering what the hell he had found.
"I see. Whatever this is, it's growing faster than it's supposed to. I'd say you are already over a month along. No morning sickness?"
She shook her head.
"He probably did something so you wouldn't notice. I wonder…" He trailed off and waved his wand a few more times. Then, he suddenly rose and hurried off to the bathroom.
She sat up, about to call after him, when she felt a stabbing pain in the lower side of her belly. She groaned. What had Riddle done?
He came back, uncorking a potion bottle, and pressed it against her mouth.
"Swallow," he ordered.
Even though she didn't normally trust him, the pain was increasing rapidly, and she did not feel like arguing with him. She swallowed it.
"Now this," he said, pushing another potion against her mouth. "It will render you unconscious. Trust me, you'll want to be."
"If you kill me, I'll come back and haunt you," Hermione groaned, but swallowed it. She hated pain. She didn't mind getting knocked out.
And mercifully, she was.
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Tom checked her pulse, but it was steady. Good. For a moment, he had been worried the creature inside of her would kill her, but it seemed he had been just in time. The abortion potion had worked before the safeguards around the creature had time to fully activate. A few nasty dark curses had helped as well.
He looked at the mess he had caused. For starters, he would burn the sofa. All that blood and … well, whatever the creature had been made of. It had looked like something out of a nightmare and he wondered what on earth the point of it had been. But now it was gone and burned to dust. Granger better thank him for that.
Looking down at the unconscious girl, he decided that he had better clean them both up. She would freak out if she woke up covered in blood.
He removed her clothes with a flick of his wand, burning them all. Then he cleaned her with another. He removed his clothes as well and burned them. It was just for safety. He didn't want anything from that creature mutating from something.
He lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. She would no doubt be easier to handle if she wasn't cold and uncomfortable when she woke up. The potion would last for another few hours still, so it was better she was in bed.
Putting her under the covers, he reflected that this was probably the most brotherly thing he had ever done for her. Tucking in his little sister.
Snorting to himself, he went to take a proper shower.
So, Loki was alive and hiding in the shape of Gabriel. He would have to interrogate Granger properly when she woke up. He wondered what Loki's plans were. Why was he teaching Tom? And why did he want to examine his own wand?
No, he probably wanted it back for some reason. Maybe there was something he could only do with that wand, or maybe he was simply nostalgic.
Then, jealousy struck him. Loki had achieved the sort of immortality that Tom had dreamt about since he was young. How had he done it? Tom would have to find out before he killed him.
Because he was quite sure he needed to kill him. He must have some plan, and Tom didn't want to compete with another Dark Wizard. He wanted to be the one in control.
After the shower, he went back into his bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the sleeping girl. He thought about the vision he had had the other day. It would make sense if Odin's runes wanted to warn them about Loki. Did Loki plan to unleash the Serpent of Midgard? Then he would want to keep him and Granger apart, which he had succeeded in doing. At least, until she had figured out who he was.
It annoyed him that she had been the one to figure it out first. But then, she had spent a lot more time with him. He would probably have figured it out sooner if he had been the one spending every night at Loki's house.
But what should he do with her now? He was still angry at Granger for disobeying him. This changed things, but she still needed to learn her place. However, perhaps that would have to wait until they had taken care of this. Granger wasn't a threat, just disobedient. The real threat was Loki.
As he waited for her to wake up, he read up on Dark Arts-induced pregnancies. He wanted to make sure there were no lasting effects of it. He had never done any himself because, well, why would he want children, no matter how magically engineered they were?
Yet, there was, surprisingly, enough literature on the subject. He guessed purebloods had tried to make the best offspring for ages. However, nothing seemed to help against inbreeding.
After a couple of hours, he felt Granger starting to stir next to him. He looked at her as she came to. She frowned at first, but then her eyes fell on him and she seemed to remember what had happened.
"Hello, how are you feeling?" he asked. The books had explained several side-effects which might be in need of healing.
Granger grimaced. "Sore and … naked? Why am I naked?"
"Expelling the foetus became bloody. I destroyed your clothes," he explained. "But I didn't think you would want me to start dressing you, so I put you under the covers."
Granger seemed very uncomfortable. "How come I'm sore, then?"
He snorted at her discomfort. "Because you had a Dark creature coming out of you."
"Right. Of course. What was that thing?"
"Can't know for sure. I burned it as soon as I could. The thing was dangerous, despite it not having been born yet."
She shivered. "I can't believe I was pregnant."
"No, if I were you, I'd rather not think about it either," he stated. "However, if you are only feeling soreness, I should scan your body again, to make sure there aren't any lasting damages."
"Fine, but get me some clothes first," she said, attempting to sit up.
Tom pushed her back. "Not so fast. Something could happen if you moved. I'll scan your body first.
Sighing, she sank back against the pillow. He ran his wand over the sheets, doing every test he could think of after what he had read in the books. Surprisingly, nothing came up.
"Strange. It seems he didn't want to harm you," Tom remarked, sitting back. From what he had read, there was always some side-effect for the women, which was why these pregnancies were almost always against the woman's will. So why had Loki cared enough to spare Granger if he didn't want her to know about it?
Or was it because he didn't want her to know about it that he had engineered it this way? Well, that would make sense; the pregnancy had progressed quickly, suggesting that the creature would have been born quickly too. Perhaps Loki planned to arrange some sort of accident for Granger where she would be unconscious for the days the pregnancy was visible?
Either way, he was sure to notice soon that something had happened to his offspring. Which meant they had to act fast.
"How did you figure out who he was?" Tom asked, summoning a shirt for her to put on.
She sat up and pulled it on. "I realised it yesterday. We were at a museum and suddenly it all just clicked. I collected his blood yesterday afternoon and performed a family tree analysis—"
"You got his blood?" Tom interrupted her in disbelief.
Granger nodded. "It's in my purse."
"He didn't notice?"
"Of course he noticed, but it's not like I told him that I was taking his blood to use it for something," Granger said, rolling her eyes.
"And he didn't ask?" Loki couldn't be that stupid.
When Granger started to blush, Tom realised what they must have been doing for Loki not to question blood being spilled.
"You fucked him? Again? After realising who he might be?"
Granger glared at him, annoyed. "I gave him a blow job. It was the only way I could think of."
"You bit his cock?"
"Sort of."
Tom stared at her. It never took him long to judge a person. Usually, he could see all he needed to know after a couple of minutes with a new person. If it was someone useful, it could take him a few days to find out everything he needed to know. As a rule, people didn't surprise him.
But it seemed like he had completely misjudged Granger in terms of what she was willing to do to get answers.
He started to laugh.
Granger glared at him. "What should we do now? Loki is dangerous."
Tom sobered up, but continued to smile. "So now it's 'we' again? I thought you wanted to work with Loki rather than me."
"That was before I realised who he was! You must also have concluded that we can only deal with Loki together. And I think we have to speed things up with the Serpent as well. I got the impression that Loki is keeping us apart so we couldn't work together on it."
"You told Loki that you plan to stop the Serpent?" Tom asked, frowning.
"He was inside my mind, he knew. Then I pretended to confide in him to get more information, but he didn't seem to want to talk about it," she said, looking quite frustrated.
Tom tilted his head, regarding her closely. It wasn't just frustration. Her gaze shifted constantly, and she was tense, flinching at every sound. She was clearly holding in a great amount of fear. But there was also anger. Her hands and jaw were clenched. It wasn't just that she wanted to stop Loki, this was personal for her.
"You are angry that he made you pregnant," he concluded.
"Of course I am," she spat. "It wasn't part of our agreement. I was supposed to help him in his plans for you! He said nothing about a baby."
An ill sense of foreboding fell over him. "Exactly how did you come to this agreement?"
Granger opened her mouth, no doubt to give an angry, sarcastic comment, when a thought seemed to hit her. She closed her mouth, becoming pale. "We performed an oath through sex."
Tom pressed his fingers against his temple, massaging it. He could feel a headache approaching. "And what did you promise? The exact wording, if you remember it."
"Er, I think I promised to help him with his plan to the best of my abilities," she responded, her voice weak.
"Why do I put up with you?" he groaned, more to himself than to her.
"I had never heard of a sex oath before," Granger argued, trying to defend herself.
"No, but you know how babies are created, and you knew that 'Gabriel' was a Dark wizard, and since you hadn't heard of sex oaths, you probably assumed it was something Dark and yet you are surprised that you ended up pregnant?" Tom asked, anger rising. He had never had the patience for fools.
Granger winced. "I had meant to read up on sex oaths afterwards, but I haven't got around to it yet…"
She trailed off and from the look of horror on her face, she seem to have finally understood the severity of the situation.
"I broke the oath," she finally whispered.
"Yes, you did."
The oath had never specified what she should or shouldn't do. For some reason, having her pregnant with that monster was a part of Loki's plan.
"What will happen?" she asked, understandably sounding fearful.
Tom sighed. "Oaths such as these are tricky. You didn't know you were breaking the oath, and he doesn't know you have broken it, so right now, nothing will happen. Once he finds out, he can demand that you follow through with it and allow him to make you pregnant again. Next time, you won't be able to do an abortion, because then you would be knowingly breaking the oath. It would kill you."
Granger seemed close to panicking, but just when he thought she would start to cry, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She held it in for several seconds before slowly exhaling.
"I take it he'll find out as soon as he sees me?" she asked, sounding calm again.
Tom was glad that she had such good control of her emotions, he loathed it when people started to panic when they weren't supposed to.
"It depends. If it had been a normal pregnancy, he would have had to scan you to be able to tell, but this was far from normal. My calculated guess is that he will see that something is wrong at once, so we'll work with that."
He paused, a plan starting to form in his mind.
"We can blame you," Granger suggested, before he had a chance to speak again. "You did perform the abortion after all, we could say that you saw that I was pregnant and that it went against your plans for me."
Tom was annoyed that Granger had come up with the same plan as he had. He wanted to have the upper hand. "And I'm expected to take the blame out of the goodness of my heart?"
Granger sighed. "I know you never liked Gabriel, and I doubt you want Loki around. We are doing this together and we both get something out of it."
Tom was once again reminded of the vision he had had from Odin's runes. As much as it pained him, she was right. They needed to work together and put all differences aside. However, first he wanted to know what Loki had planned.
"Very well. I have an idea on how we can do it. But first, I need you to tell me everything you have found out about Loki," Tom said. "And then, you'll have to trust me."
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Serpent of the World