Chapter warnings: filthy dirty S M U T - you've been warned :D
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Snow catches on the windowsill as you sit by the fire of the Hufflepuff common room with your nose in a textbook. The frigid cold of December settles in your bones in a tired sort of way. Since that day you had cried in Frigga’s arms, you have spent your days dutifully attending classes, trying to return to some kind of normal. As the days stretched into weeks, winter holidays creeped up and snow blanketed everything.
It feels as though the start to your semester was just a hellish fever dream; from falling into a whirlwind of a relationship with your potions professor, to watching him die multiple times, to nearly dying in an all out battlefield against the forces of evil. Not to mention being possessed by said evil and murdering your friend, Pom. That last one sits the heaviest on your shoulders, a burden you will carry on for the rest of your life. You try your best to tell yourself that it was not your fault, but your doubts disagree.
Closing the book at the rumble in your stomach, you wander over to the Great Hall for dinner. The halls thin as students return home for Christmas break. Mo is planning to meet Nila’s family on a tropical vacation, while Valkyrie is attending a prestigious quidditch training camp halfway around the world. You are happy for them, because they seem to be able to move on with their lives in a way that you wish you could.
You meet Mo and Valkyrie in the Great Hall, where the ceiling is decorated with floating red candles and poinsettias. The walls are festooned with wreaths and sparkling ribbons and at every corner of the hall, there stands a tall snowman with a long beard and a serrated carrot nose. An arrangement of meats and cheese tantalize your senses, along with sticky toffee pudding, treacle tarts, mince pie and Victoria sponge. Your stomach gurgles at the scent of sugary sweets.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me, Freya? You can cheer me on for two whole weeks!” Valkyrie says, stealing your treacle tart.
You chuckle. “Riiight, like I want to be around you jocks! No thanks. I’ll be catching up on reading and ace my N.E.W.T.S.”
Mo sighed. “God, I hope I don’t screw up with Nila’s parents. They’re muggles. I don’t know a thing about muggles, you guys.”
Taking a bite from a piece of lemon pepper havarti, you turn to Mo. “Muggles are nothing to worry about. They’re pretty much like you, sans the magic. And as for Nila’s parents, they’ll adore you, Mo, just be yourself.”
This appeases him for the time being as he spoons pudding onto his plate. “Are you going to be okay here? By yourself I mean…”
Valkyrie and Mo both give you a look they’ve been giving you since November. It’s the “will she slit her wrists in the bath” look and you find it slightly irritating but understand that they mean well. They are your best friends, but you are not able to share all your sorrows with them, especially now that they are trying to move on. A fragment of your soul was lost during your ordeal with Hela, and you had no idea how to get it back, let alone force your friends to join your little parade of distress.
Putting on a convincing grin, you say, “I’ll be fine! You two enjoy your holidays and don’t give me a second thought. I’ll be too busy to even miss you twats.”
This makes them laugh and so you keep things light. They cannot see the storm brewing inside your chest. Every day since the battle, your nightmares of Fenris continue. You wake up thinking that you’ve been sleepwalking and might have hurt someone. You’re too afraid to bring it up with anyone, even Heimdall or Frigga. So you simply cry yourself to sleep and sometimes tie your wrist to your bedpost to make sure you don’t go anywhere.
You bid them goodbye and wish them a happy Christmas and in the next few days the halls are deserted. It seems that the battle encouraged all the students to spend more time with their families. This thought makes you glad, but just a little lonely. Your footsteps echo through the staircases and halls and you reach a point on Christmas Eve where the entire day passes and you see no one; not even a single professor. Not even a ghost.
The heavy feeling in your chest remains as you go for a walk minutes to midnight, not wanting to sleep. Your eyes are dry from staying awake too long, but you fear what occurs in your dreams too much to allow yourself the pleasure of slumber. Sconces glow with dim firelight as you wander the halls more like a spectre than a person. You find yourself in the potions tower and your chest tightens. Of course you end up here.
A rattling sound echoes down the stairs and alerts you. Silent as a mouse, you climb the stairs to the potions classroom, dreading a dementor. To your relief, there is no depressing chill in the air beyond the crispness of winter. Opening the door to the potions room, your heart sinks when you find it empty. Still, you hope.
“I know you’re here,” you say aloud. Your voice echoes in the empty room. “Why won’t you face me?”
The room temperature shifts and you know he’s there. You turn around, and there he is, leaning on the teacher’s desk with crossed arms. He wears a long black trench coat with form fitting slacks and a black turtleneck. His hair has gotten longer since the battle and he dons a goatee and moustache. He looks older now, especially with the long scar that runs from his temple through his left eye and down his neck. The blinded eye is a cloudy white, while the healthy blue one pierces through you, wearing a thousand emotions.
“Miss Eves,” he says with a distant voice that makes your insides sink.
You want to take a step towards him, but your body is paralyzed under the weight of his gaze. His change in looks, no less attractive of course, makes you think you are looking at a stranger. “How are you?” you mumble, mentally kicking yourself for sounding so stupid.
“Lucky to be alive, thanks to you,” he says. There is not a waver in his tone. You wonder if he has realized that your school time dalliance was just that, a simple passionate fling that is better in memory than picking up again.
Bravely, you step towards him, though you feel an aura of resistance. “I told you before, didn't I? Couldn’t just let you die.”
A thin smile forms on his lips and you briefly see the man you love underneath all the unfamiliarity. “Even if I am a complete wretch?”
”You’re a wretch for leaving without a word, sure,” you say, finding your footing and giving him a glare. ”How could you just leave?” You try to let your words come out strong, but at the end your voice breaks and you start to cry. Fuck.
You cover your face, hopelessly embarrassed, but at your wits’ end. Too many nightmares rattled around in your brain to play word games with Loki. He approaches you and grabs your wrists, pulling them away from your face.
“Freya,” he says with a tender voice. “I needed to tie up some loose ends before I could face you. You’ve done so much for me, sacrificed so much. In return, I have only brought grief into your life. I cannot bring you any more danger. I need to be a better man.”
You lift your head to look up at him, the scar from Hela’s magic healed so jaggedly. With a light caress, you run your fingers down the scar and cup his chin. “You think grief is the only thing you’ve brought me? What about the nights in your office or your chambers? Our secret picnics on the roof? Was it all Loki’s grief?”
His brows knit together as he gazes at you, a gleam of desire in his eye. “My time with you consists of the happiest moments of my life.”
You pull your hands out of his grip. “Then why are you toying with me? You know what I want, so you must decide.” Your sadness spills into anger like water pouring from a spout. “I am not afraid of you or your past. The question is, how long will you let it define you?”
His fingers dance in the absence of your skin and he actually chuckles. “Your wisdom cuts me, Freya, but it is one of the things I love about you.”
”You’re a bastard, you know that?” You say, crossing your arms and moving away from him. “Perhaps I should be done with you.”
”Who’s toying with whom now?” He says, grabbing you by the arm.
You back away from him, only to feel the cool stone of a pillar behind you. He leans on one arm against the pillar, pinning you there and smiles. There is something more maniacal about him with the blind eye and scar, but your body reacts rather aggressively by heating up at the sight of him. “Who knew that Loki Laufeyson would become so pitiful?” A smirk plays on your lips and he smiles wider. More, his eyes say.
“How far you’ve fallen, professor,” you say, biting your lip. Your sanity left you a long time ago. Now you only wanted one thing. Him.
With his other hand, he grips your hip tightly. “How dare you speak to me that way?”
Butterflies explode in your gut, and you rub your thighs together. “Hmph, it’s not like you’re my professor anymore. You’re just a trespasser.”
He leans closer, and you feel the bulge in his pants.
“You’re just a pathetic man, looking for excuses to be unhappy,” you say. Seeing the flare of anger in his eyes, you wonder if you’ve gone too far.
His mouth crashes onto yours, and his tongue parts your lips, invading your space so quickly you can barely breathe. You allow him to engulf you and feel the heat between your legs transform into an urgent need.
“Seems,” he says between kisses, “I need to…teach you…some manners…You’ve become…quite a brat…without me around.”
You moan into his mouth as he lifts you by the thighs, pinning you to the pillar. Your hands wrap around his neck and you run your fingers through his hair, as he ravishes your mouth with his tongue. He grinds his hardness against your core and you become undone. You didn’t realize how sensitive you became in the last month, and every touch set fire to your senses. Loki had a way of swallowing you whole with his presence.
Suddenly Loki withdraws, but you are still hovering against the pillar, and you gasp when you feel Loki’s green magic support your body. He smiles wickedly and gestures at your chest; a green tendril of magic undoes your top, one button at a time. The green appendage is cool against your skin, in a comforting way, though it makes your mind race with unspeakably dark possibilities.
He takes off his trench coat and rolls up the sleeves of his sweater to his elbows. Seeing him in the classroom like this, looking more intimidating than ever before, sends a shiver down your spine. He slips away your underwear with ease, and removes your top and bra, leaving you only in your plaid skirt and high socks. The cold air of the room makes your nipples perk up and he stares at you with hunger.
You wanted to make him mad with desire. “I missed you, daddy,” you say, blushing as you open up your legs in a lewd display.
Loki nearly chokes as he drops to his knees, parts your thighs and licks up your slit. “I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he whispers, giving you an earnest look.
You moan as he licks your folds, and his fingers rub against your wetness. Dipping a long finger inside, he stretches you, but you already want more. He pumps a single finger in and out as he sucks on your clit and waves his free hand. A tendril of green magic rubs against your nipple and you suck in a breath. “What a-are you doing?” Your breath turns into panting when another green tendril wraps itself around your other nipple. An orgasm was arriving hard and fast.
”The best magic comes from the heart, and right now, I want to make you feel good, my love,” he says, as he adds a second finger inside you. He pumps his fingers and you whimper at the feeling. “Ahh, Loki, I-I’m gonna!”
He sucks on your clit, shoving his fingers in as deep as they can go and you come hard and fast with a loud moan. Before you come down, he unbuckles his pants and slides himself inside you. It hurts at first, but you let him inside, one inch at a time, until he is all the way in. You can almost feel the pulse of his blood inside you.
“I won’t be able to hold back much longer,” he says, his blue eye gazing into you with pure need.
You move against his hardness and you both moan at the same time. “Don’t hold back, I’ve been waiting long enough,” you say.
He wraps his arm around your waist and thrusts into you so hard you see stars. He drives in and out of you, and you arch your back against the cool stone. His mouth finds yours and you kiss him passionately, not realizing that tears ran down your cheeks. Every night since the battle, you had missed him so terribly, thinking that he would be gone from your life. If he left now, you would be completely broken.
Loki appears to read your face in this moment and he slows his thrusts, going deep, but with a mindful pace. “I will never leave you, Freya, I love you,” he whispers in your ear with each thrust.
Something inside you unravels, and you want to lose yourself in the man you love. You wrap your arms around him, holding him tightly, wanting him deeper. You needed more.
”Take me, Loki, I’m forever yours,” you say with a whimper.
He slams himself into you, over and over, and a cool green tendril sneaks between your bodies to rub your clit. As Loki pounds you into the pillar, his tongue rams down your throat. Your walls squeeze his cock as you approach your release.
“I’m going to paint your insides white,” he says, and with a final brutal thrust, he comes inside of you and you scream with a shattering orgasm.
He holds you there for a while, still inside you, as you both return to your bodies from the spiritual experience of being joined so breathtakingly. Both of you silently converse with kisses, caresses, and whispers of sweet words. You don’t know how much time passes, but he takes you to the potions bedchamber and cleans you up.
In the shower, he takes you again, pinning you against the tile with your back to him. Your face presses against the wall and all you want is to be fucked into oblivion.
“God, I’ve missed this pussy,” he says, fisting your hair and thrusting into you with abandon. “I’m going to fuck you until it’s New Year’s Day. Do you understand me?”
You mumble some kind of “yes daddy” and chase your pleasure as he pounds into you and you feel his come squirt inside you.
When you return to the bedroom, your body is sore, but you still want more of him. A need has erupted inside you that cannot be sated and you climb onto his bed, completely naked, and sit on your knees waiting for him to return from the restroom.
When he returns, he sees you there and his blue eye glazes over with lust. “Still want more, do you?”
You get on your hands and knees and crawl to him, and your head is at the same level as his cock. It hardens as you watch it, licking your lips. “I want you to obliterate me, daddy.”
With a lick to the tip, you swallow his cock until it hits the back of your throat and his balls rub against your chin.
“Fuck!” He exclaims as you bob your head, trying not to choke.
He gathers your hair in his hands and gently starts to thrust. “Is this okay?” He asks.
Your throat is so stuffed you can barely breathe, but you want him to fuck every single hole you have. When he sees you nod, he begins to fuck your throat raw. With each thrust, he gets a bit rougher, until he’s pounding your mouth, balls slapping against your chin, and you are nearly choking and holding back tears.
A manic smile appears on his lips. “Good girls get rewarded,” he says with a grunt and continues thrusting into your mouth. You feel a cool tendril against your thigh and moan in surprise when it brushes against your slit.
The tendril probes your folds and sinks inside you as Loki thrusts into your mouth, and you gasp, nearly gagging. “Are you my good girl?” He says, as the tendril begins thrusting into your pussy. You look up at his lean body, covered in a sheen of sweat, and nearly come from the sight of him claiming your mouth.
You moan a garbled “yes, daddy” and allow yourself to be violated, feeling a strong orgasm on the way.
“Then don’t come. You’re not allowed until I say so, understand?” He says, stopping and tilting your chin up.
You whine but he glares at you with both his white blind eye and his blue one. When you nod in understanding, he resumes thrusting and you want to come so badly. Heat builds up in your lower abdomen, wanting to come, but with a tearful moan you don’t allow yourself to release. With a loud groan, Loki erupts inside your throat and you drink every last drop of his come. With a pop, he slides out of your mouth and waves his hands in the air.
In one quick sweep, his magic shifts you around so you are bent over the bed with Loki behind you. “You’re still my good girl, aren’t you?” He says, landing one sharp slap on your ass.
You moan, “yes!”
He squeezes your ass for several seconds and massages it. Then he runs a finger over the crack, over your third hole. “Do you want me to claim every part of you?”
You bite your lip, drunk on sex. “Yes, fuck me please daddy!”
Another hard slap lands on your other cheek and you whimper. “Beg for what you want.”
His rough demeanour does nothing to help you try to hold back your release. All you want is to have him inside you, all over you, everywhere. “Please…fuck my ass, daddy. I need you to take every single hole.”
Loki leans over you and whispers in your ear, giving your ass a squeeze. “Anything for my little cumslut.”
Suddenly, he rubs a warm liquid against your rear pucker, and he inserts a finger inside. You aren’t sure what qualities this magical elixir possesses, but nothing hurts as he gently stretches you, and his fingers make your head dizzy with pleasure.
Green tendrils of magic emerge from Loki’s body as he explores your ass, and they clamp onto your breasts, squeezing and teasing your nipples. Another presses against your pussy, slowly entering it once again, while another large tendril rubs against your mouth.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he says, positioning himself behind you. “Make you completely mine.”
You moan when the tendrils start moving. “More…” The green tendril in front of your face rubs your lips before pressing against them, and slides itself into your mouth.
He thrusts into your ass, and you scream at the fullness. Your screams are muffled by the tendril stuffing your mouth. Your senses are in overload as Loki thrusts into you and his magical tendrils assault your other holes. A large tendril wraps around your torso and lifts you up off the bed. This new angle puts every feeling into overdrive.
“Your pretty little ass is so tight,” he moans. “I’m going to ruin this hole over and over.”
Any thoughts you may have had are fucked out of of you, completely, as Loki hammers into you over and over. Your eyes roll back in your head as you scream, trying not to come, but it's so hard.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, panting in between words.
Tears prick your eyes. “Mhmm!” The green tendril in your mouth shoves itself down your throat, choking you.
Loki continues to ram into your ass, and fists your hair. “A few more seconds, darling. Hold on for me for a few more seconds.”
You whine, whimper and moan, but he is relentless as he fucks you. You are encased in his presence, in his magic, as he claims every single part of you. This man has already claimed your entire heart, but you knew Loki wanted everything, it was just a part of his personality. And you wanted to bare your soul, your body and your heart to him. So you held on, even though the pleasure was ripping you apart.
When you thought you would slip, he grabs your breasts with his hand and his thrusts become violent. “Come for me, now.”
An earth shattering orgasm crashes through your body and soul, and you feel your mind splinter. Loki and his tendrils fuck you through your orgasm and your aftershocks and he comes with a loud groan, as you milk his cock one more time. “That was…amazing,” he says, collapsing on top of you as the tendrils disappear. The weight of his body feels good atop you.
You sigh underneath him, and he gently turns you on your back. “Are you alright, my love?”
You are so fucked out of your mind you cannot form coherent words anymore, but simply nod with a smile on your face.
“I love you, Freya,” he whispers, kissing you on the forehead as he wraps his arms around you. “You’re mine now, forever.”
A smile spreads on your face as you drift off to sleep, and by some miracle, have no nightmares at all. In the void of sleep, all you feel is Loki’s warm embrace that carries you through the darkness.
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There it is, this suuuuuper long fanfic is done and I had so much fun writing it! Hope you guys enjoyed it :) Much love to you, and take care <3
Sending you lots of love and sticky pudding ;)
Loki stood beside Hela at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and kept his face in a neutral expression. His so-called sister was incredibly - egregiously - intelligent and so harboring his duplicity would require the performance of his life.
Hela’s followers were all over the grounds, ready to ambush the defenders of Hogwarts as soon as their barrier fell. She stood with a proud, calm composure, though Loki could sense her bloodlust. He knew she was a twin to that feral beast, Fenris. She was just as violent and hungry as her monstrous counterpart, no matter how she dressed it up for her belligerent followers. Loki did not know Farbauti, but knowing that Hela might be the seething image of his father repulsed him.
He certainly did not hate Odin as much as he hated his biological father. That one eyed old man had given him pain and various degrees of abandonment issues, but Odin had also given him a home and a family. Loki had certainly been a handful. He wondered if they would ever see one another again after this. Loki did not have a plan for “after”. He only wanted to repair his mistakes. For his family…and for her.
“You look positively grim, brother,” Hela says, her sparkling eyes seeing through his bones.
Loki puts on a half smile. “I can’t say I look forward to killing my students,” he says, taking a step towards her and shrugging. “And yet, one must break a few eggs, or so they say.”
Hela hums. “I can understand your wariness culling the children. They have potential. Let us hope that the most talented of the batch will turn to us,” she says, wrapping an arm around Loki’s shoulders. “But the ones that continue to see things in the Ministry’s small minded way must be destroyed. I have no patience for those who cannot sense the shifting tides.” She gave his shoulder a squeeze and wandered deeper into the darkness of the forest, where large yellow eyes glowed with hunger.
After the barrier was broken and the battle began, Loki kept an eye on his sister at all times amidst the chaos. There was rarely an opening as the dreadful Vidar followed Hela around like a constant shadow. Loki did not doubt he could kill the man, but killing them both swiftly would prove to be a challenge. Hela would already be immensely difficult to battle. She made the mastery of his own abilities look like child’s play. Loki wondered if Vidar knew that Hela would never love him back the way he loved her. Evil like her could not love.
His thoughts shifted to Freya, and his spirits lowered at the thought of her love fighting against his own thorny nature. Perhaps he was more a part of his bloodline than he cared to admit. Why else did he push away every person that ever tried to love him? There was no redeeming a man like him. His bloodline was cursed, a simple fact he would just have to accept. This was no time for pity. He grit his teeth and focused on the task at hand.
Vidar threw the killing curse at all that crossed his path like a man on a rampage, while Hela strutted through the field with magical green whips to tear people to shreds. Hers was an old, more frenzied type of violence. Loki doubted whether she actually wanted any of their adversaries to turn to the dark side, because the gleam in her eyes indicated that she enjoyed ripping them apart much more.
A roar echoed through the air and Loki nearly got caught in a line of dragon fire. He leaped to the right, falling onto his side as the blaze separated him from Hela and Vidar. The shock of seeing the flying creature kept him on the ground for a second before he leaped up to find his way around the flames. A smile curled on his lips at his mother’s impressive distraction. Not even he had known she had pull with the dragons. A true trickster indeed.
He weaved through the flames, trying to find the direction Vidar went. The bodyguard needed to be disposed of before Hela. Loki took out a dagger from his belt and searched through the scorching heat. The entire field had become a boilerplate.
Someone cried out in pain and Loki ran to the source, where he found Vidar casting the unforgivable cruciatus curse on a young girl. She cried and writhed in pain on the ground, and Loki felt his stomach churn with disgust at Vidar’s sadistic nature. He grinned at Loki, then his serpentine eyes flickered back to the girl.
“Just a bit of fun before we win,” he jeered.
Loki waved his hand and a green rope shot out, wrapping around Vidar’s wrist, wrenching his arm away, breaking the spell. “Run!” He yelled at the girl, who shot up and booked it towards the school.
”You bloody traitor! I knew you’d betray us,” Vidar growled.
“The thing is, I was never actually on your side, you revolting bastard,” Loki said as he flicked his fingers and his dagger, encased in green light, shot out and impaled itself into Vidar’s chest.
Vidar’s eyes widened in shock. Then he raised his wand, ready to deliver the killing curse before his body failed him. Suddenly, a large axe embedded itself in Vidar’s head, and the man dropped hard on the ground. Fire licked at his fingertips.
Loki turned to see his brother, Thor, call the axe back with a swish of his wand. “Brother,” Thor acknowledged him warily.
“Impeccable timing, as always, and I do mean it this time, Thor,” Loki said with a grin. “I’m planning to end this.”
Thor was ready to follow Loki when he stopped him. “No, the students need you to protect them. This is my mess anyway. She’s my sister.”
Thor let out a sigh. “Fine. But remember one thing; you are my brother above all else.”
“And you are mine.” Loki nodded at Thor before throwing himself further into the fire to find Hela.
After dodging several curses while navigating through the battlefield, he found Hela slicing a blonde boy in half with her whips. The boy wailed briefly, before his life leaked from his torso in a bloody mess.
Loki summoned all the magic within him and summoned nine daggers that hovered around him in a green glow. It was time to pay the toll for his multitude of sins; and he was going to destroy his sister by any means necessary.
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You run around the edge of the forest so the cloak doesn’t snag on branches or bushes. The dragons have changed the course of the battle, but more of Hela’s followers apparate onto the field and you balk at how she convinced so many magic users to come to her aid.
There was something you read in your sixth year textbook on The Ethics of Magic. It had been a rather droll class where most of the students spent it catching up on other homework or unceremoniously skipping. You recalled reading a chapter on self-imposed limitations of magic and why all power had to have some kind of balance.
Unlimited power corrupts the possessor.
Was the temptation of unlimited power enough to sway even the most sensible magic users? Of course, being powerful had enticing aspects. Perhaps if you were powerful enough, you could protect all those you love and defeat this evil army in a single sweep without losing a single soul. Though you have seen greater beings fall at the heels of power. You would like to think of yourself as inherently good, but you knew that darkness resided in you as well. How else had Hela been able to connect with you so easily?
The thought haunts you as you feel the tether connecting you and Fenris get shorter and shorter. Eventually you arrive at a grove that is lathered with blood and severed limbs. Fenris sits, gnawing at someone’s arm and you bite your tongue to keep from gagging. The stench of blood is thick in the air the closer you approach.
You ready the syringe in your hand and backtrack to sneak up behind the beast. You accidentally step on a crunchy bed of leaves and look up in terror. Fenris is still munching on the bones and let out a silent thank you that the creature did not hear you.
Suddenly, a body slams you to the ground and rips off your cloak.
“Thought you could pull a fast one, hey? You bloody slag!” This voice made your skin crawl since second year. Talon.
You inch away from him and try to find your wand, only to realize it was in the pocket of your invisibility cloak. Fuck fuck fuck!
Talon smirks and saunters over, pure arrogance and malice radiating from his face. “What was your plan, to put Fenris to sleep?” he says, eyeing the syringe. “How about we feed the beast instead?”
“Fuck you, Talon, you’re a traitor! Your classmates are dying!” You get up, sliding the syringe in your pants pocket.
“You’ve sure got a mouth on you for someone so fucking weak. I don’t even need any bloody magic to make you shut up!”
He leaps at you with his bare hands, and you nail a punch on his jaw. Pain screams through your knuckles. Talon then hits you on the side of the head and you nearly black out. He then puts you in a headlock that you can’t get out of and drags you towards the grove. Just before he tosses you in front of Fenris, you bite down on his arm and twist out of his grip. His blood tastes like tangy ashes in your mouth.
Fenris stands up to attention, ears pricking up and a malicious sneer on its face. Drool leaks through its mouth and its fur is matted with dried blood. Yellow eyes with flecks of orange glow like hellish headlights. It wants fresh meat.
“It’s over, Eves,” Talon cackles.
You stare into the eyes of the beast, just like in every nightmare that has haunted you all semester long. This creature has robbed you of peace, of joy, and of your dear friend. You feel dwarfed by its monstrous presence and wonder how on earth you could fight an abomination like this.
A plan whispers in your ear, and you pray that you can pull it off before you’re eaten alive.
“I killed her, you know,” you say, planting a smile on your face. Your skin is hot from the fire in the field and your head is spinning but you hold on to the act.
Talon’s brow furrows, and he takes an unconscious step towards you.
“Malda, you know, the one with the braids? She just talked and talked and talked,” you say, smiling wider at the growing rage on Talon’s face.
Fenris growls and bares its teeth, ready to attack, lowering its head.
You keep your face amused, but grip the syringe tightly in your right hand so Talon can’t see. A chuckle escapes your lips. “You know, I think she liked you,” you taunt.
He is steaming with anger. “No, she was way more powerful than you! She can’t be dead…” Talon takes another two steps towards you. Just one more would do it…
“How pathetic…Do you want to know what she said to me before I killed her? Oh, I bet you wish it was a message for you!” You cackle and Talon snaps, lunging. The movement alerts Fenris, and it jumps towards you.
“You fucking cunt!” Talon bellows, fists up, ready to hit you.
It happens within seconds, and despite the fatigue in your bones, you rush toward Talon, plunge the needle into his throat and squeeze the wolfsbane into him. His face twists with shock and he tries to remove the syringe, but you tear it from his neck, squirting blood everywhere. You kick him in the chest, and he falls before Fenris, who is salivating with bloodlust.
“Eat, you pig,” you say through gritted teeth.
“No…no!” Talon gargles as Fenris opens wide and snaps its jaws over his head and shoulders, ripping off the top third of his body.
You back away from the creature in its feeding frenzy, and hope that the wolfsbane would work. In a long sequence of horrible minutes filled with the sound of chewing, Fenris slows, and its eyes dilate. The creature stops gorging itself and whines.
A scream erupts from the battlefield, and in an instant, Hela materializes beside Fenris. “My poor baby! What have they done to us?” Green magic surges through her pale skin, giving her a rotting pallor. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!” Her eyes turn pure black and her voice screeches, hurting your ears.
You don’t have a wand or any weapons, and officially have run out of good ideas. Your body wants to collapse from fatigue and you do your best not to fall to your knees in front of Hela.
Fenris whimpers as Hela clutches her own stomach and limps towards you. “You are a wretched thing! A thorn! A bloody ant under my boot! How did you ever think you could defeat me?”
A warm hand squeezes your shoulder, and you suddenly feel stronger. “Because she is not alone.” Loki stands beside you, facing Hela with blazing rage in his eyes.
“You can kill them now,” you say to him. “Fenris had her heart, but it's been poisoned.” He doesn’t take his eyes off Hela and Fenris, but gives a subtle nod of understanding.
Hela screams and raises her hands to cast a spell, but Loki is too fast. He stretches his arm forward and three daggers impale Hela in the chest, while another six daggers impale Fenris in the eyes, neck, and belly. With a groan, the creature collapses onto the ground and does not move again.
Hela’s green glow disappears, and she is ghostly pale. She falls to her knees and coughs out blood. “Killed your own flesh and blood. For what?”
Loki steps in front of you in a protective stance. “The blood of the coven is thicker than the water of the womb, sister. Perhaps in another life we could have been better acquainted. I wish you peace in the afterlife.”
“See you in hell,” she hisses, slashing at Loki with one last green whip with her final gasp of air. She falls face down into the blood-soaked grass.
Loki stumbles against you, bleeding from his face and neck, and your senses implode. “No!” You hold him in your arms as he pants through the pain. A deep gash runs through the top of his head, through his left eye, and down his neck. Blood covers your arms and soaks into your clothes. It does not feel real. There’s no way he could be losing this much blood.
The world tilts when you look at his face, his beautiful visage is mangled with pain. He winces as he tries to sit up to gaze at you properly.
“I-I’m a fool, Freya,” he says. His uninjured blue eye stares at you wistfully.
Tears stream down your face. “No, stay with me, please, stay with me,” you say.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he pants with short breaths.
Your stomach is in tangles. “I’ll tell everyone that you defeated Hela, that you saved us all. They’ll all forgive you. Now don’t go, please.”
He squeezes your arms. “I didn’t do it for them.” His eyes close and a sob emerges from your throat. No. You gently set him down and crawl through the bodies. Your wand is lost to you. Fuck! You internally scream. Then your eyes wander to the lower half of Talon’s form and you leap at his carcass, praying that he kept his wand with him.
Hope surges through your limbs when you grab the wand from his pocket. You reach up to the sky and cast the spell. Red sparks explode from the unfamiliar wand-core, burning your fingertips, but you don't care. You keep it going until someone appears. In a few long seconds, Volstagg is in front of you.
“Help him, please! Hela’s dead…” you say, your voice raw from sobbing.
You watch as Volstagg takes in the scene with clinical efficiency and turns to Loki, apparating him to the infirmary with a quick whisk, leaving you with the corpses of Fenris, Hela and Talon.
Sitting in the blood of many, you cry. The tears flow freely now. Hot tears stream down your face and neck and your jaw tenses. The knots in your stomach tighten at the thought of never seeing Loki again. What if Valkyrie doesn’t make it? Or if Mo died during battle? You shove your doubts aside. This mental shouting match goes on in cycles. You cannot tell when you pass out, but the world eventually goes dark.
***
“How the hell have exams not been cancelled?” Valkyrie elbows you in the study hall. Several other students have their heads down, reading and taking notes.
The walls of Hogwarts appear monotonously normal two weeks after the great battle. You sigh, knowing that you’ve read the same sentence for the hundredth time. “We probably wouldn’t have exams if we had lost,” you say, running a hand through your hair.
Valkyrie snorts. “We clearly made the wrong choice then,” she says. Then she sees the look on your face and apologizes. “I’m sorry, Freya, I know you’re worried about him.”
You sigh. “Volstagg told me that Loki’s going to be okay. He just needs time to recover and won’t be seeing anyone until then.”
“Not even you?”
A dagger plunges through your heart at that question. “He’ll see me when he’s able to.”
Mo appears in the hall and approaches your table, books in hand. “Hey, how are you two holding up?”
Valkyrie gestures angrily at her textbook. “How do you think? I got stabbed two seconds into the biggest fight of the century like a bloody twat, and yet somehow the worst part of this month is studying for the N.E.W.T.S.”
“Yeah, bit of a bummer. You’d think we’d get special privileges for, you know, saving the world or something,” he says, shrugging. He sits down across from you and Valkyrie and fiddles his thumbs. “Listen, uh, Headmistress Frigga wants to see you, Freya.”
Your eyes snap to his, and you can tell he’s hiding something. “Is it about Professor Laufeyson?”
He shifts uncomfortably. “Y-yeah, just go see her.”
You jump up and practically race to her office. Students in the halls are a blur as you weave through them. Your heart pulsates at the possibilities. Did something go wrong? Did his condition worsen? Why hasn't he asked for you yet?
The gargoyle is not even finished turning when you slide in and dash up the stairs, panting. Headmistress Frigga is sitting at her desk, writing on a piece of parchment with a long blue feathered quill. She does not lift her gaze when she speaks to you.
“My my, Freya, please catch your breath and sit. I’m nearly done here.”
After several minutes of you biting your nails, Frigga finished and put the quill down. “What happened?” you say, eyes filling with water. “Is he okay?”
Frigga’s gaze softens when she sees the distress on your face. “He’s fine, Freya. He’s fully recovered, actually.”
Your senses flood with relief for a moment. Then a streak of doubt pierces your joy. “How long since he’s recovered?”
Frigga’s mouth turns to a thin line. “Since a week ago.”
A weight drops in your stomach, and you tell yourself to calm down. “Where is he? I need to see him!”
Frigga gets up and comes around her desk to sit beside you. She takes your hands in hers and squeezes them. “Freya, this will be difficult to hear, and believe me, I tried to talk him out of it. Though I could see in his eyes that his actions did not stem from desire.”
“What is it?” you ask, desperately confused.
“He left three nights ago and will not be teaching for the rest of the semester, so I’ve asked an old friend to step in, Alastair Inani. Alastair specializes in potions at the Ministry, so he will be a suitable replacement.”
Her words no longer made sense to you. “Wait, what do you mean he left? Where did he go? Why?”
“I’m sorry Freya. He simply told me to take care of you and that he has business to finish before he can return.”
You slump back in your chair, in shock. “After everything we’ve been through, he just left?”
Tears fall from your face and Frigga hands you a handkerchief. “Do not fret, my dear.” She gently places her hands on your shoulders, and looks you in the eye, guileless. “He is my son, and if there is anything I know about him, it’s his heart. And I know it beats for you.”
Frigga wipes your tears and gives you a warm, motherly hug. You don’t realize how badly you need it until heaving sobs rock from your body and you fling your arms around her like an infant. She holds you for what feels like hours, as you wail. Your pain, your sorrow, your hurt. All of it wrenches out of you and Frigga simply holds you and rubs your back, her warm cheek resting on your head. The battle was over, and yet you still had not found peace.
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The air is crisp and a cloud of vapour flows out from the slow exhale of your breath. Time splits into fragments: seconds to days; minutes to weeks; and hours to years. Your heart is heavy with worry, your shoulders are weighed down with guilt, and your fingers tingle with anticipation - and a generous helping of fear.
You’re standing in a field just outside the school, with hundreds of other students and aurors from the Ministry of Magic. The sky is navy blue, with a streak of red across the horizon like a bloody dagger ripping open the heavens. Gripping your wand tight, you look to your left and find Valkyrie planted beside you with an air of courage that is large enough to cover you, too. She’s fearless, even now, when dozens of dark witches and wizards will come to attack all of your friends and teachers. You stand straighter, tightening the strap of your satchel, and catch her eye as she smiles at you.
“Pissing your pants yet?” Valkyrie says with a smirk.
You almost chuckle. “You know just what to say to make me feel better,” you reply.
Valkyrie looks out towards the distance, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. “I’m scared too, you know, but I know that they’ll lose.”
Your eyes follow hers and you see the crooked trees that remind you of death; of hot wolfsbreath and pain. Tears blur your vision and you grit your teeth to stop them from flowing. You do not deserve to cry. Pom can no longer laugh or cry or do anything because of you. Your hands are stained with the dark magic of Hela, the one who has controlled you since the beginning. The guilt and shame that sits in your bones shifts into anger.
“How do you know they’ll lose?” you ask Valkyrie. But you already know the answer.
She points out to the woods. “Because they’re a bunch of fucking wankers!” Valkyrie always has a better way of stating things.
You look around at the other students. Their faces are worried, but determined. The masses of students out here in the field consist of seventh years, a few plucky sixths and a handful of extremely plucky fifths. Frigga sent all students below seventh year home and gave everyone else an option to stay or go. Many students left for home and you didn’t blame them. Nobody signed up at Hogwarts to take part in a war.
An ominous rumble vibrates through the ground and your head snaps forward, focused. Headmistress Frigga and the other teachers have put up a special barrier around the school, while the Room of Requirement has been locked up since two nights ago when you told them Farbauti’s followers would try to sneak into Hogwarts. Frigga had asked you how you found out this information, and you mentioned your visit to the Room of Requirement…withholding some details, of course.
Loki.
A sweaty snapshot of Loki holding you in the Room of Requirement appears in your mind. His hands are all over you, inside you, pulling your hair, teasing your mouth, biting your skin. You push down the thoughts that set your blood ablaze. If you think about him for too long, you will break down and cannot do what you are supposed to do: kill Hela before he does.
The barrier around the school pulsates in purple waves as the first surge of dark magic makes contact. You feel the weight of shadows pressing inwards, trying to suffocate you.
Hello, my dear students, teachers, and ministry mongrels.
Hela’s languid, deep voice echoes through the field and in your head. Students around you murmur with unease.
My name is Hela. I am the daughter of The Dark One.
The air around you chills, and your skin breaks out into gooseflesh.
I am not here to murder, maim, or mock. I am only here to make a stand, in fulfilling my father’s dream to shape our wizarding world into a better one. One where we are not frightened to be who we are in front of the muggles. One where magic is not caged within the confines of rules and regulations. A world where those with power can express themselves freely.
I was a young girl who dreamed of more but was taught to be less. They made me small so the weak could be comforted. A lion cannot be shaped into a mouse any more than we can shrink our powers into mere parlour tricks. Hogwarts should be a place of education, of growth. I have come to expand your curriculum.
However, to those in my way, be warned. There is no room for mercy at the summit of liberation.
A shrill sound pierces the air, and you nearly drop your wand to cover your ears. It’s like a thousand mandrakes screaming into oblivion. With another, more violent rumble, the barrier cracks and shatters into pieces of light. The purple glow diminishes along with the screaming.
Odin stands at the front of the field with his band of senior aurors. “Wands up!” he commands.
Fenris howls in the distance with a painful rasp. Your skin crawls at that all too familiar sound, but that’s exactly where you need to go. Towards that monster, where Hela’s heart lies.
A green pulse of magic starts at the end of the forest and begins a fire that quickly blazes through the field in a pattern of veins. It will reach you in seconds.
“She’s trying to separate us!” someone yells, and the field erupts into chaos when Hela’s army apparates all around you.
“Valkyrie!” you scream as Malda appears behind her in a dark swish, the witch’s braids swinging around her.
Malda smiles and raises her wand, “avada-”
Valkyrie ducks and punches her in the face. You breathe a quick sigh of relief before someone grabs you by the throat. You shove their hands off before they get a grip and see an older man with grey hair sneering at you.
“Time to die,” he spits, and raises his wand.
You make your decision in a split second. On this day, everyone on the battlefield has been sanctioned to use the unforgivable curses. You don’t want to hurt this man, but the collective rage you feel from watching your friends be forced to fight is enough to spur you on. It’s enough to lift your hand faster than his, and utter the killing curse and engulf him in a green flash of death. He falls over, gone, and you surprisingly feel nothing.
You turn to see Valkyrie in a headlock, with Malda holding her wand to your friend’s cheek. “Where’s the headmistress, you little cunt?”
“Get the fuck off her! Expelliarmus!” you bellow at Malda.
Her wand flies out of her hand, and she glares at you. “I don’t need a wand to kill her,” Malda says, pulling out a dagger and stabbing Valkyrie in the side.
“No!” you scream. Your blood runs cold as Valkyrie grunts in pain. “Avada kedavra!”
Your curse hits its target and Malda falls over, dead. But you barely have time to process it as Valkyrie falls with her; knife sticking out of her abdomen. You run over and hold her carefully, not wanting to move her. Her face twists in pain and she lets out short breaths of air.
“This is going to hurt,” you say, and she nods with a furrowed brow. In a span of a few seconds, you remove the dagger and complete a sealing charm to stop the blood from leaking out. “Please Valkyrie, don’t die. You are not allowed, you hear me?” you whisper.
Valkyrie snorts and then grunts from the movement. “I’m a rightful ninny, didn’t even get to kill anybody! I should die of embarrassment.”
You generate red sparks from your wand to signal to Volstagg that someone has been hurt. “I’ll kill you myself after this is over. How about that?”
A nurse wearing white robes apparates in front of you and then proceeds to check on Valkyrie without a word. Before they both vanish to the infirmary, Valkyrie grabs you by the scruff. “Kill that bloody bitch.”
You nod, and she disappears with the nurse. The temperature drops a few degrees without her fiery presence, but you focus on your task at hand. You take out your invisibility cloak that was stuffed in your satchel, throw it on, and run towards Bjorn’s hut. The time is nearing for Frigga’s signal.
An auror drenched in blood nearly collides with you, and you watch helplessly as a student and one of Hela’s followers kill each other in one fell swoop of the killing curse. Everywhere you look, there is violence and bloodshed. This is the same place that you went on picnics with Mo and Valkyrie, or came to study in the summer. Now it’s filled with dead bodies.
Your thoughts turn back to the hut, and you look around. Nobody is there. You rap on the door and a nervous voice speaks from inside.
“Password!” Mo says.
“Periwinkle frock, now let me in!”
He opens the door and you shuffle inside, removing the cloak. Professor Bjorn’s serperus emerges from underneath a table and rubs against your leg. Each of its five heads bumps your knee with an affectionate touch and you lean down to give its long body a pat.
It hisses in gratitude and slithers back underneath the table. You rise and face Mo. “Please tell me you found it before they ransacked his office?”
Mo holds up a large syringe that holds a dark brown liquid. “I had to get through three dementors and a heavy bout of depression, but yeah I found Professor Laufeyson’s cupboard. Professor Bjorn concentrated the wolfsbane all night,” he says, handing you the syringe. The needle glimmers dangerously and Mo lets out a tired sigh. “That dose could put down a hundred wolves.”
A grim smile forms on your lips. “We just need to put down Fenris.”
“How are you going to get that close without getting hurt, Freya?” Mo says, his voice rough with worry. His skin is ashy and his eyes are bloodshot.
You laugh humorlessly. “I think at best I’m going to get hurt and at worst…” you look into his tired brown eyes and shrug. “Either way, that beast is going down. “
Mo retrieves folded fabric from a wooden chest and wraps it around your arms. A strong odour of pine hits your nose. “Professor Bjorn told me to give these to you. Fenris has a biting strength of nearly 55,000 kilopascals, so in other words, do not let it bite you.”
“Is this supposed to be encouraging?”
Mo clicks his tongue at your interruption. “This cloth is made from umberpine, one of the toughest trees in the forest. They’re notoriously difficult to cut down. Not even steel can pierce through. It ought to buy you some time to inject Fenris with the wolfsbane.”
You smile at him. “Thanks Mo. Be careful when you go out there. Valkyrie got hurt, but she’s been taken to the infirmary.”
Before he can respond, you both hear a thunderous roar. It vibrates in your chest and you nod at Mo. It was time.
“Can you really feel Fenris if you focus?” Mo asks.
“As much as I hate it, yes,” you say, closing your eyes. It’s a path you don’t want to follow, but Hela’s energy is so closely tethered to your own, your heart and mind know the way to Fenris…
Blood. Hungry. Flesh.
It thirsts for violence and gore. It wants meat between its fangs and to eviscerate the soft bodies of its prey. It wants to chomp on bones and crack skulls open to lap at the juices inside.
Blood. Hungry. Flesh.
It streaks through the side of the forest and finds a student that has wandered too far from the pack. In a flash, it is upon the student who screams beneath it. Joy blooms in its heart as delicious blood covers its tongue. More. It wants to feed more.
Blood. Hungry. Flesh.
With an anguished cry, you return to your body. “It’s feeding on a student,” you say. The tears come again, but you hold them back. “I know where Fenris is. Time to go.”
You throw the invisibility cloak back on, and both you and Mo sneak through the back of Bjorn’s hut. An explosive roar seises your attention, and you stop in your heels to look upward. Massive dragons soar through the skies, wreaking havoc on your enemies below.
An emerald green dragon with a thick head snaps up one of Hela’s followers in its mouth and another red scaled dragon slashes at a dark wizard with its claws. One particularly scornful dragon, a Hungarian Horntail, burns two enemies to a crisp in mere seconds.
“That’s a hell of a diversion,” Mo says, in awe.
“Frigga’s amazing,” you utter with amazement.
Mo turns in your direction. “Don’t die, Freya”
“You too!”
Then you run towards the beast. Time to end this.
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It has been a total of 2 years....but I finally found the time/energy to finish this story! Thank you to all those of you who read this story, I hope this ending entertains you <3
Y’all I’m so sorry I’ve been lost in space these last few months. Going through some health issues and please know that my unfinished stories haunt me every day. One day I will get to them 💜 hopefully sooner than later
She stood atop a dark cliff’s edge, staring into the horizon, watching the castle become engulfed in shadows from the coming storm.
A cold smile stretched across her lips.
Her fingers tingled with anticipation and sizzled with green bursts of electricity at the thought. Large footsteps padded up beside her and she faced the bright yellow eyes of her beast, her companion, Fenris. He huffed loudly and nudged her elbow once with his black nose. She scratched him behind the ear and he grunted.
“It won’t be long, Fenris,” Hela said, outlining every spire and rooftop of Hogwarts with her eyes. “Soon you can feed on as many little students as you can get your hands on.”
The beast vibrated with a low growl as Hela laughed.
***
Thursday’s attack.
It was already Wednesday, and your stomach clenched in anticipation. The high-pitched words of the dark witch, Malda, echoed in your mind. You sat by the crooked old woman in the basement, her stony eyes watching, as you waited for Mo and Valkyrie and thought about the day before…
Heat flushed between your legs every time you thought about Loki in the Room of Requirement. The way he held you and touched you, the way he said that he loved you. If anything, his words caused you more panic, since now that he admitted his feelings, you were utterly terrified that something would happen. As if his admission had jinxed your entire relationship. What if Vidar found out that Loki had warned you? What if Hela killed him?
Every thought weighed you down further and further. Tears stung your eyes, but you held them back. Now was not the time to be a blubbery little mess! Your friends needed you, Loki needed you, and the school needed you to have your shit together.
After Loki had reluctantly left, he told you to inform his mother of everything immediately. It was something you had planned to do anyway, but it was comforting to hear that he seemed to have some sort of plan in motion. He gave you an envelope, asking you to give this directly to Headmistress Frigga. There was a sad gleam in his eye as he did this, but you did not press him about it.
When you went to see Headmistress Frigga, she looked years older, as if the stress was finally catching up to her once bright and kind face. She acknowledged you before you showed yourself.
“Freya,” she said with a small sigh as she took a seat behind her desk. It seemed as if all the problems that ever existed were resting on her shoulders. You understood the feeling.
“Headmistress Frigga, I need to speak with you privately,” you said, emphasizing the last word.
She arched her brow, but lifted her wand and muttered a quiet enchantment. After settling the wand back down on her desk, she gazed at you with an eagle-like focus.
“I’ve been…in contact with Lo-Professor Laufeyson,” you said, trying to choose your words carefully. Not only was this the Headmistress you were talking to, it was also your boyfriend/professor’s mother.
She said nothing and so you continued. You spoke with her about seeing Loki in the Room of Requirement, omitting certain moments that made your cheeks flush and nipples harden. You mentioned Malda and Talon, and that there was going to be a coordinated attack on the school Thursday. Hela had some sort of army and planned to take over Hogwarts with it, though you and Loki firmly believed her rule would not end there. Then you leaned over and placed Loki’s envelope on Frigga’s desk. She lifted it with a graceful hand and opened it. It was a letter, with an elegant script you could only attribute to Loki. You wondered what he wrote, but felt it was rude to stare, so you looked at the floor until Frigga gently cleared her throat.
If Frigga was surprised by any of this, she did not show it. “Have you mentioned this to Odin?”
“No, Odin plans to kill Lo-Professor Laufeyson on site with the rest of Hela’s followers.”
“You realize that withholding key information from a Ministry affair is treason?” Frigga said. “Especially in a case like this.” Her eyes scanned you, as if trying to understand.
“You’re wondering why I’m protecting him, aren’t you,” you said, as more of a statement than a question.
She waited for you to continue. Heat rushed to your face as you dropped your gaze to the elegant carpet beneath you. How can I say it? You thought. But, the time for disguise was long past. If you were expelled, it would no longer matter, at least if you could help save the school…save him, it would all be worth it. You took a deep breath and raised your eyes to meet Frigga’s.
“I love him.”
You felt out of breath as you admitted this simple statement so boldly in front of his mother. There was a subtle shift of features on Frigga’s face, first surprise, concern, and then a small smile appeared on her lips. “He’s a very special man, isn’t he?” she said, her eyes twinkling.
The sound of footsteps broke you out of the memory and you found yourself back in the basement with the stone witch.
“Freya!” Valkyrie said as she bounded down the hall towards you. Mo was shuffling up behind her.
“Jesus Christ, I’m tired!” Mo said, panting.
Valkyrie smiled at him wickedly. “The Headmistress said that all students were to head to the Great Hall three times a day until tomorrow. We have to keep learning counterspells,” she said. “Unless you’d rather die at the hands of Talon.”
Mo gave her a look. “Funny how he just disappeared. So convenient.”
You drew your brows together. “I have a feeling he’s here somewhere, just under our noses. The teachers won’t find him.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Mo said, leaning on the wall.
Valkyrie and Mo looked at you as if you had any idea what you were doing. You took a breath. “Well, the teachers are trying to condense a year's worth of spells into about two days…I understand they’re trying to equip us as well as they can, but I can’t imagine a first year doing much damage. And then we have the ministry folk and the dementors, though I’m not sure how much we should trust them at all, especially the dementors. Those things would sooner kill a student than Hela herself if one was standing close enough.”
Valkyrie sighed. “We don’t really stand a chance, do we?”
Mo ran his hand through his hair and rubbed his face. “Why is this feeling more and more like a final stand?”
Valkyrie perked up for a moment. “Wait, Freya, you said that Hela was in your head this whole time, right?”
You nodded, not sure what she was getting at.
“Well, does that mean you share a connection with her? Maybe you can find out what her weaknesses are!”
“Val, I wish I could, but the minute she…came out of my head, I had no mental connection with her. Which was a major relief because all she gave me were bad dreams and headaches…” you said, trailing off at the end. Your eyes popped wide open. “I have an idea!”
Immediately you took a few steps away from them and sat down on the floor, closing your eyes.
“Um, are we supposed to get it?” you heard Valkyrie say.
You opened your eyes, a new fire in them. “When Hela was in my head, her presence suppressed my abilities and I couldn’t see visions anymore. But, now that she’s gone…I might be able to see something!”
You closed your eyes again, and the others were silent. It took several seconds for the world to fall away as you stared into the darkness. Moments passed and were not sure how long you were in this trance-like state of concentration. The abyss of your mind was more still than you thought, as if it were hiding from an intruder. You reached into yourself and tried to find something, anything.
It was like being in a void, unable to see or hear or touch anything. You frantically waved your arms around in your head, trying to feel something, but there was nothing.
Until you sensed something.
It was small. But it was there. With your mind, you reached out gently. Not too hard, because the key of this meditation was to focus, but not focus too much, just enough that something was within your radar, comfortable enough to open up beside you.
Closer the vision got, and you kept your mind still, reaching out no more, lest you lose it. It would come to you. It took more patience than you ever could exhibit to stop yourself from leaping into the vision instead of waiting, but wait, you did. And several moments later, a vision unfurled before your eyes.
You soared above the clouds until you reached a dark castle. The windows were painted glass with images of war and ruin. In moments, you passed through the windows and were inside the house.
The room you entered was some sort of grandiose bedroom with engraved pillars coming down from the ceiling to a fourposter bed.
Down you went, through the floor, into the second level of the house. Through the kitchen, which was so dusty that everything was cast in grey. You sank further still, past the sitting room and down a stairwell.
You were well below ground now, and the basement led to a tunnel. Floating through the tunnel, in the distance, there was a green and red glow. Your body whipped towards the light and you saw Hela standing in a chamber underneath this castle with her companion, Fenris.
A part of you bristled at the sight of the creature, but you held strong, watching what was happening.
In Hela’s hand was a dagger, though the blade was glowing green with a spell.
Hela was in deep concentration, chanting loudly while Fenris knelt in front of her with its eyes closed, breathing in time with her chanting.
It was an unnerving sight already, but then Hela opened her eyes and you feared she looked right at you. Then Hela plunged the glowing dagger into her chest and your mouth fell open.
She ripped the dagger through her ribs and screeched in pain as she tossed the dagger aside and shoved her hand into the cut. You gagged when you watched her rip her bleeding heart out from inside her own body and hold it out in her hand.
“My sweet Fenris, you will guard my heart from this day. I will not perish so long as you keep this alive within you.”
Fenris growled and salivated at the smell of the blood. Pools of spittle dripped to the floor and Hela placed her heart into Fenris’s mouth and it swallowed it whole.
Before you could take a step closer, you were whipped away from the vision and instead of returning to your body; you were in Headmistress Frigga’s office. She was crying, all alone, with Loki’s letter in her hands.
With a cautious step, you looked over her shoulder and tried to read the contents. Her hands covered up most of it but a small section. Reading it caused nausea to boil up in your stomach, which already churned with anxiety:
“Mother, I’m going to kill Hela the first chance I get during the invasion. I will send a signal when it’s time and I need you to create a diversion at that moment. Something big.
No matter what happens, promise me you will take care of Freya. Both of you deserved a better man than what you got.”
You were slammed back into your body and slumped over on the floor. Mo and Valkyrie helped get you up. Your head was spinning with everything you had seen.
“What did you see?” Mo said with panicked eyes.
Your voice was dry and lifeless. “Loki is planning to kill Hela during the fight. Only, I just saw Hela cast a spell to make herself invincible.”
Happy Loki day!! This chapter is about 4200 words...and well worth it IMO lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter and some warnings for end of chapter:
S M U T T T T T T T T T T, daddy kink, dirty talk
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It seemed that running through the hallways being chased by dementors was a new common occurrence at Hogwarts. Dread filled your heart the closer it caught up to you and it’s what helped ignite the fire in your feet to run faster. You were not even sure why this dementor had chosen to pursue you. All you did was sneak out of your dormitory and into Loki’s office to search for clues. Anything to learn more about Hela’s plan.
It wasn’t your fault that a lit candle fell onto his bed and set the sheets on fire. It wasn’t your fault when the vials of potions in his office were “accidentally” tossed on the stone floor, shattering upon impact. It also wasn’t your fault when two liquids morphed together and a strange looking blue creature formed out of it, then scurried away into a wall. Well, that was somebody else’s problem.
Apparently, the noise was too much, and you felt the cool chill of its presence before it could corner you in the potions classroom. In your hand was a small potions book, behind a heavy jar of a fermented bezoar. The bezoar jar made a loud noise when it crashed, which was probably what the dementor heard. You cursed yourself for acting like a child, but could not help but smile at the destruction. The book you grabbed looked like a standard textbook, but you were almost afraid to open it up, for now you knew that not all books were what they seemed.
A slip of paper flew out of the book and floated onto the floor, dissolving into the sludge of liquids and potions. But not before you had caught the quick message in it. Requirement - storage cupboard.
That was when you started running.
You were already in heaps of trouble once you, Valkyrie and Mo were escorted to the castle by Professor Bjorn. He was going to take the blame of pulling the three of you out of classes to assist him, but Minister Odin’s crow had been following you the whole time, all the way to the entrance to the caves. You knew something had been watching, how foolish you had been to shrug it off as if it were nothing.
Odin personally questioned each of you. Valkyrie and Mo went first, and he saved you for last. You were shoved into the Headmistress’s office by a ministry operative, except this time Headmistress Frigga was not there. It was colder without her presence, and Odin’s frozen gaze only made it worse.
“Do you know what you have done?” Odin said. His voice echoed in the heavy silence of the room.
You hung your head and stared at the ground. Despite all the good you tried to do, it had led to disaster. You knew exactly what you had done.
“Do you?” He barked, and you jumped at the force of his voice.
A part of you was afraid of him. He was powerful and older than you, with an intimidating presence. But there was a new power in you, one that was forged in anger and despair. You clenched your teeth, trying to bite back your words, but they spilled out anyway. “And whose bloody idea was it to put Hela in a magical cube instead of, oh I don’t know, Azkaban!”
Odin stared at you for a second. His mouth stretched into a thin line and for a moment it looked as if he would smite you, but his gaze softened as he looked at a framed picture on Frigga’s desk that was out of your view. “It was my idea. I thought it was the only way to keep those I loved safe. I cannot say if I would do it again, we do not get second chances. But your meddling has caused catastrophe.”
You had no response to that.
“My son has made his bed. And now he must pay the consequences he has always been so talented at avoiding.”
Your eyes snapped up to Odin. “What do you mean?”
Odin gazed at you levelly. “He will be executed on sight. Hela, Vidar, Loki and the others in the upper ranks are too dangerous to be held in Azkaban. The tesseract was not a safe option since Hela clearly found a way to influence the outside world and escape. There is no place to hold them. So, we will hunt them down, either dead, or alive long enough for a dementor’s execution.”
Even though your mind still played the memory of Loki leaving you in the caves to follow Hela, and even though he said those cruel things, your heart sank at Odin’s words. “What? You’d kill your own son!”
Odin narrowed his gaze at you. “He left you to die and you would still defend him?”
The words dried up in your throat, and you tried to swallow a dry gulp of air. There was nothing to say to Odin. The only thing you wanted to say was that you didn’t want Loki to die. Because even if he said things, he did things, and he left you, you still loved him. A part of you hated yourself for that.
That same afternoon Valkyrie snuck into your common room and stayed with you. She knew it was not just seeing Hela that troubled you. You hadn’t told them the depths of what Hela had done. It was your burden to carry, your curse to bear.
“What happened on the other side of the lake?” Valkyrie asked you. You both were sitting on the bed. Valkyrie was lying on her side while you tucked up your knees and hugged them.
“Hela…Sh-she planned everything all along. It all went exactly the way she wanted,” you said, resting your head on your knee, trying not to cry. “We were all wrong.”
“And what about Loki?” she said, eyes focusing on your face.
You looked down and sniffled. “Loki said that it was all a lie. That he was using me and that I was…a good fuck, nothing more.”
Valkyrie sat up. “That bloody cunt! We should skin him alive,” she said.
That made you smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “I don’t know Val,” you said with a sigh. “There’s a part of me that wants to find him and kill him. That wants him to get caught and end all of this. That part of me feels so stupid and betrayed.” You glanced out the window at the thin rays of sun peeking through the clouds. “But then, there’s a small part of me, the dumbass one, that still feels for him. What if he lied to Hela? What if he lied to protect me?”
Valkyrie scoffed. “What, you think he’s capable of playing some double-double agent?”
You snorted. “I think Loki Laufeyson would be capable of playing infinite levels of double agent.”
“But which one is the truth?” Valkyrie said.
You sighed. “That’s the question I can’t seem to find answers to.”
Valkyrie leaned in and grabbed your hands. “Freya, do you trust this man or not? Because Odin and the Ministry are going to kill those guys. I am ninety-nine percent sure that Loki deserves it, but there’s one percent of me that doesn’t want to live in regret for ruining her friend’s life by not double checking.”
You laughed, a real laugh, from your belly. “How can I live in regret when I have a friend like you?”
It was after she left you got your grand idea to go to Loki’s office and investigate. Surely something there could prove his innocence…or guilt. And the breaking of things just happened to occur, and then you were running with a dementor hovering behind you.
There were students you passed, and they shot out of the way when they saw what pursued you. Nobody wanted to help and nobody wanted to get in the way of those black cloaked monsters. You completely understood, of course, dementors were not only frightening. They were just plain depressing.
As you ran, you thought about the note. Requirement - storage cupboard.
The idea hit you just as you bounded up the steps of a staircase that just started moving across to another platform. The room of requirement! You wondered if dementors could get in there, hopefully not.
Not exactly sure where this room was, you ran to the seventh floor and began thinking about the room. You thought about needing a place to hide, but you also thought about a storage cupboard.
Suddenly, on your third run through the hallway, a small wooden door appeared that you definitely did not see the last two times. You threw it open and shut the door as you felt the icy creep of despair hit the back of your neck. Once you leaned against the closed door, the feeling dissipated and you could breathe again.
You gasped when you saw a gigantic, cavernous room. The arched ceilings were higher than the Great Hall and you couldn’t even see the walls. The room was filled with…things. Junk. Stuff. It was filled to the brim. There were piles of books, scattered papers, metallic knights, shelves of bottles and boxes, tables, chairs, couches; there was even a bed with an eerie glow on the mattress, jewellery, clothes, boxes of doodads and pipes and instruments. There were things you did not recognize, and you realized you were in a room that probably contained at least one of every single object there ever was.
The room was a neat-freak’s nightmare. What a mess. You looked behind you and the door was still there, and though you wanted to go get Mo and Valkyrie, you worried the dementor might be on the lookout. So you ventured into the room of requirement on your own. You passed several mountains of junk, trying to keep track of which way you were going. Though getting lost in a place like this was easy, if not inevitable.
The note said something about a cupboard. It seemed there were an infinite amount of cupboards and drawers in this room, but you searched through all the ones you passed. At first you searched casually, lazily glancing at the silver spoons or stamps or notebooks you found. Then you opened a cupboard in which a bogart emerged, first shaped like a dementor and you nearly pissed yourself. But then it got confused and turned into Fenris, with its yellow eyes and dirty fur. You bristled with fear, but you knew what it was, merely an illusion. After a short round of the riddikulus spell, the bogart shrank into a chihuahua sized Fenris with a green polka dot dress on, and was shot back into its cupboard. You were much more careful opening things after that.
“Where the fuck is this thing?” you muttered after what felt like an hour of searching.
There was a sound; footsteps coming towards you. You ducked behind a large storage trunk as the footsteps got closer. Craning your head to the side, you tried to get a discreet look. A rush of blue hair walked past you.
Talon?
What the hell was he doing in the room of requirement?
Another figure walked behind him. You stiffened when you saw the two braids and snide expression. It was the woman from the cavern. What was her name? Malda.
“See, I told you it would work,” Talon said.
Malda’s voice was nasal, and high pitched, just like her laugh. “Just make sure that everything is ready for Thursday’s attack. We want a nice and clean takeover. Hela doesn’t want to damage the castle.”
“Everything will be ready! When do I get my mark?” Talon said. His voice sounded so childish and needy.
Malda laughed. “Impatient boy, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get it soon enough. You are doing well, handsome.”
Handsome? You struggled not to gag and put a hand to your mouth. The quick jerk of your finger snagged the loose thread of a rolled-up rug and a copper goblet clattered to the floor.
“Fuck,” you said, as you ran to the other side of the junk mountain.
You grabbed a nearby scarf and wound it over your hair, neck and face, obscuring your features so they wouldn’t recognize you if they saw. Then you darted through the piles of junk to get away from them. Now was not the time you felt brave enough to tackle a dark wizard on your own. Two, if you counted Talon. Fucking traitor, you thought.
A blast of fire nearly hit the side of your head as Talon whipped a spell through the room. He was blasting random piles of junk, trying to push the intruder out. Of course let’s just blow everything up until something happens. What a surprise Talon, you thought as you clutched your ear which throbbed from the noise. It was an annoying tactic, but it was working. You had less and less places to run where they wouldn’t see you.
Suddenly, a hand clasped your face, covering your mouth, and you were shoved into a corner with a warm, lean body pressed against you. His scent hit you first, the musky lavender and your body reacted before your senses did. You bit his finger and he let you go with a silent wail, and just as you were about to yell at him for jumping you, he put a finger to his rosy mouth and glared at you. Silence, his gaze said. Loki stepped away from you and put his hands in the air.
“Stay put,” he mouthed. And then he ran towards the explosions.
“Not quite the discreet operation Hela instructed you to do, eh?” Loki said.
You couldn’t see them, but you could just make out what they were saying.
Malda spoke, her voice surprised, almost angry. “What the hell are you doing here! Where’s Benjamin? He’s supposed to be watching you.”
Loki chuckled. “Hela sent me here to grab some of my rarer potions ingredients. We’ll need them for the attack. Unless you’d rather make a mess of things here and fool around some more. While the room of requirement is powerful, I can’t promise that…your search tactics won’t attract someone’s attention.”
There was an awkward silence and then footsteps.
Malda spoke, her voice pure venom. “Talon, false alarm. Go now. You know what you need to do.”
“Is your hair that blue or do you dye it?” Loki said.
There was just a grunt as Talon huffed away. Then echo of a door shutting.
“Don’t think I trust anything that comes from that silver tongue of yours!” Malda said, and then her footsteps clacked away.
There was a slamming sound and a whoosh. And then Loki was there in front of you. He was almost fifteen feet away, near a rack of old stuffy coats. Beside him was an orange couch with awful florals on it.
Pulling off the itchy scarf and tossing it to the ground, you reached for your wand and held it out in front of you.
“I know what you're thinking,” he said, hands raised.
As soon as you saw a spark of green in his hand, you lashed out at him. “Stupefy!”
A blue light shot from your wand, but Loki dodged it with frustrating ease.
“I know you’re upset,” he said, and you sent another shot of blue his way.
“Stop! Telling me! What! I! Feel!” you said, sending sparkling blue spells after him with each word. Anger coiled up in your belly and it was the same anger that made you trash his office. You wanted him to hurt.
He disappeared from view and you kept your want raised as you stalked the aisles of junk and searched for him.
He appeared behind you and before you could turn and throw a spell his way; he grabbed your wrist, overpowering you as your wand fell to the ground. You reached around with a left hook and caught him in the jaw. He staggered back and glared at you. His lip started bleeding.
You smiled, proud of yourself for throwing a decent punch.
His pink tongue darted out and licked the blood from his lip. Your whole body flushed with heat and you frowned.
“I didn’t mean what I said,” he said, stepping towards you.
“Then why did you say it!” you ran to him, shoving him against a shelf. Books and papers fell around you from the impact. Your hands were around his neck and he didn’t do a thing to stop you. You squeezed, and he raised a hand and put it on your cheek.
“I don't deserve your love,” he said, staring at you. “I’m sorry.”
Perhaps it was what he said. Or perhaps it was the warmth of his body so close to you. Maybe it was the fact that you were inexplicably tired of all the lies, the doubts, and the pain. Your hands went limp and fell from his neck down to your sides. You fell against him, exhausted suddenly, and he caught you before you crumpled to the ground. There was no way you could kill this man, even if all he said were lies.
He laid you on the orange couch and knelt beside you. His eyes were wide as he looked you over, checking for injuries.
“I’m fine,” you said. You shoved his hand away.
He brought his hand back and grasped your cheek. “You won’t kill me. Why?”
You moved his hand away, but he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Why?”
He was almost completely over you now, his body pinning yours down and your muscles reacted painfully, longing for his touch. More.
You avoided his intrusive gaze and looked away. “Fuck you,” you said.
He clasped your face in his hand and made you look at him. You made the mistake of looking at his lips and then when you looked back up at his eyes; they were coated with a fresh hunger. You felt it too.
“You still want me,” Loki said, the mischief returning to his gaze.
You averted your gaze and struggled against his grip. “Let me go!” you said, squirming against him.
When you felt his erection, an electrifying thrill went through you. Your core awakened. You squirmed more, but it was less to get away, and more to feel his body against yours.
Loki smirked, and you rolled your eyes. “Will you ever get over yourself?” you said.
His gaze turned frosty, though it was still filled with lust. “You’re quite the spitfire today, aren’t you? You made me bleed,” he said, licking his lips. His face was inches away from yours.
You leaned up and kissed him, hard. You bit his lip where it bled and he hissed in pain, looking at you with shock and a desperate desire you had never seen before. “Does it hurt?” you said with a grin.
His eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed you by the waist and forced his body onto yours. His lips collided with yours and you crushed your face to his. It was to the point that you could barely breathe; you sucked and bit his lips and, though he hissed whenever it hurt, the hardness between his legs twitched every time.
You moaned against his mouth as he ripped your shirt open and palmed your breast. He squeezed your nipple with his cool fingertips until you squealed. A smile spread across his face as he leaned back, and you felt a thrill course through you from the semi-deranged look on his face as he clamped his mouth over your nipple and palmed the other. You moaned and fisted his greasy hair, pulling it roughly. He moaned with you and rubbed his erection against your core. His teeth nipped at your nipples and your core throbbed with desire.
When you both looked at each other again, something passed through you. No more games. He jumped off you and ripped off your skirt and panties. You removed what was left of your bra and shirt and sat on the couch completely naked. Loki stripped off his clothes in seconds and stood before you, gloriously naked, and you gulped when you saw his massive erection. But when you looked into his eyes, and his bruised lips, and saw your marks - scratches, bites and hickeys - then your worries shattered and there was only one thing on your mind.
“Fuck me right now,” you said.
Loki grabbed you by the throat and slammed you down onto the couch. Before you could blink, he shoved his cock inside you, without warning, and you cried out from the pain. He thrust again and again, relentlessly, and your pain transformed into pleasure and it only heightened your arousal.
“You’re a naughty slut,” he said.
The words shocked you and you felt your body explode with fire. You bit your lip and nodded as he squeezed your throat. “First you try to kill me and then you want me to fuck you,” he said. His thrusts got deeper with every buck of his hips. You moaned and panted as he slammed inside you. “Say your daddy’s little slut,” he said.
The pleasure was mounting, and you weren’t sure how long you would last like this. The words were so shameful and yet you were so aroused when you said them. “I’m daddy’s little slut,” you said. “Please fuck me harder, daddy.” You moaned.
Loki slipped out of you and you were about to ask him what happened when he stood and pulled you up with him. He turned you around and bent you over, shoving you into the couch. You knelt on the couch, ass up, and he slapped it, hard.
“You’re going to come on daddy’s cock, love,” Loki said. “And it’s going to sting.”
He caressed your ass for a moment and then slapped it again. You yelped when he did it, but your ass rose a little higher every time, because you wanted more. “Please daddy, fuck me.”
Loki shoved his cock inside you, and you gasped when he hit your inner walls. He pushed your legs apart, stretching you from the inside and he grabbed you by the neck. You lifted your upper body and gripped the back of the couch as fucked you from behind. From this new angle, Loki could grip your neck with one hand and your breast with the other. His tongue licked your earlobe, and you wondered if you were going to die from the sensory overload.
He squeezed your throat tightly, not enough to hurt, but just enough so you felt slightly suffocated. The pleasure of his rough hands on your body, pinching your nipples and choking you out, was too much. With every thrust, you felt his balls slap your folds and the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. Your moans turned into screams when he brought his hand down to your clit and rubbed it. You reached your orgasm while Loki had his tongue in your ear and whispered unspeakably dirty things to you.
As your orgasm subsided, he took his hand off your neck and shoved your face into the coach. One hand was on your upper back while the other gripped your hip tightly and he fucked you so hard that you saw stars. He was reaching his own orgasm and the more violently he thrust into you; you felt yourself hitting the edge again. You moaned as he fucked you into oblivion and slapped your ass, squeezing it and clawing it. He moaned, louder than he ever had before, and you screamed his name as he came, gushing inside of you.
You both landed on the couch, a tangle of sweaty limbs. This time you were on top of him and he clasped your hand in his, gently, and held it over his heart. You both panted for several minutes as you laid your head on top of his chest. The aura of sex sparkled around you both, like an impenetrable shield of joy.
“I love you,” Loki said. “I know I don’t deserve you. And the way I treated you…even now…I’m so sorry. But I love you all the same.”
You moved your head to look at him square in the face. There was no mask this time. He had said he loved you and now all you saw was the face of a boy waiting for a girl to tell him something just as vulnerable.
“First of all, do not be sorry for what we just did. Because that was…fucking amazing,” you said with a smile. You leaned down and kissed him long and lusciously. Then you reached up and stroked his pale cheek. His black hair splayed all over the orange fabric and his eyes glowed with a post orgasm gleam. “You’re the only man I ever loved…and still love.”
Loki closed his eyes as if he received the greatest relief. His face was peaceful, and he smiled, pure and genuine.
“But what are we going to do?” you said, worry creeping back into your voice.
“Oh, can’t you let a man enjoy hearing those loving words for even a moment?”
You pursed your lips and stared at him. He opened his eyes and laughed. “Don’t worry, Freya, this is my mess. I’m going to clean it up.”
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This is the last chapter of 2021! WHAT A YEAR.
A Drop of Poison will continue in January 2022, after the holidays!
I just hope that wherever you are, whoever you are, that you know you are loved and cherished. No matter what is happening or not happening during this holiday season. I wish you so much joy, happiness, growth and good times next year. May we all get at least one step closer to what we need next year <3
Thank you for being here with me and enjoying my stories. I love you!
Ps. Sending you hugs, hearts and your favourite food ;)
“Miss me, darling?” The black-haired woman said with a wintry smile.
Vidar rose and gazed at her with such an intensity that his two followers looked away. “Without you, every night passed with misery.”
She dragged a finger along his temple, perhaps lovingly, though it seemed more like ownership.
“Who are you!” you said, your cheeks heating and sweat dripping off your brow. Your words echoed through the now silent cavern.
The woman turned to you. Her cheekbones were cut from ice; she looked to be older than Loki, but there was an immaculate beauty to her face that was ageless. Her pink lips stretched across her face, splitting to reveal discerningly white gleaming teeth. “Isn’t this sweet!” She said, putting her hands on her hips. Her voice was deep and sultry, nearly intoxicating to listen to. Who was she, you thought.
“Loki, you've grown so much,” she said, putting a finger to her chin. “Shame you’ve been such a disappointment. Father’s legacy has been burned to the ground while you sat on the sidelines like a mopey child.”
Loki stared up at the woman, fire in his eyes. “How dare you speak to me that way! You’re supposed to be dead.”
The woman chuckled. “Oh brother, you should know, we’re harder to kill than they think.”
Your head swam as it dawned on you. This was Hela, daughter of the Dark One. Loki’s sister. As if she heard your thoughts, her gaze snapped to you, rendering you speechless.
“And you, my dear, dear girl, why none of this would be possible without you!” she said, walking towards you. She leaned in close and tucked a hair behind your ear, gazing into your eyes. Her fingers were ice cold. She gripped you by the wrist and yanked you away from Loki as you fought to get away from her.
He powered up his magic when Vidar grabbed him by the neck and held him still with a blade to his Adam's apple. “Move and I’ll slit your throat ear to ear, boy.”
“No, don’t hurt him!” you yelled, all fight leaving you.
“Loki, I know your sweet Freya even better than you,” she said in a chilling sing-song voice. “I know all her little secrets.” Her eyes narrowed at you as she gripped your face in her hand and clenched it. She leaned in and whispered in your ear. “I’ve seen the darkness in your heart.”
“I’ve never met you in my life!” You leaned away from her icy breath and she laughed.
With her pointer finger, she spelled out two words in fiery letters in the air:
LEAH MAI
Then, she swished her hand, and the letters rearranged themselves:
I AM HELA
The words hung in the air and seared into your mind. You felt as if the world was spinning much too rapidly for you to process any longer.
What did this mean? That this entire time, the girl in the book, Leah, who showed you so much, leading you to discover the story behind the tesseract...was Hela, daughter of the Dark One this whole time? She was Loki’s sister.
“You lied to me! Did Leah even exist?” you said, tears of frustration stinging your eyes.
A wry smile formed on Hela’s face. “Leah existed. She was a young girl filled with passion, arrogance, and was far too impulsive for her own good. Though,” she said, turning to Vidar, “I do find that I miss her sometimes. How droll we become in old age, eh?”
She turned back to face you, smiling. “I suppose your little mind is trying to make sense of all this. I feel gracious at the moment, and so, since you helped me, I’ll help you.”
Letting you go, she stepped back and waved her hands. You stumbled backwards, rubbing your wrists and standing up defiantly. The familiar green glow emanated from her palms and a cloud appeared before all of you. In the cloud there were projected images, like a movie.
You squinted to get a better look and gasped when you saw yourself, gripping the book “Spells for the Common Housecat” tightly with one hand and drawing blood-soaked messages on the wall with the other. “No, no….that isn’t me! You’re lying!” you said, dread suffocating you.
Hela laughed and clicked her tongue. “Dear, I am a woman of many things, but being a liar is not one of them. You so easily listened to my every suggestion after we met in the book. Though, that Leah wasn’t entirely me, more of...a memory. A piece of me long forgotten. She was able to convince you to write the messages on the wall and wreak havoc at Hogwarts.”
You could barely breathe as you watched the girl in the projection, which was supposed to be you, sneaking into the basement and breaking rat necks with her bare hands. Disgust and revulsion coursed through you, making you feel sick.
“Oh, that’s not all, of course,” Hela said, waving her hand as the imagery changed.
The scenery became darker, and in the dead of the night there you were, sneaking down the hallway to the main entrance. Your eyes looked milky white, including the irises; the only oddity, otherwise you looked entirely like yourself. Sickeningly like yourself.
You watched yourself walk to the edge of the forbidden forest and raise your hands. Greenish light emitted from them and there was a flash of yellow eyes from the shadows. Fenris burst out of the woods and stood before you, its eyes glowing with animal rage. It’s red gums and sharp teeth were dangerously close to your face, though your expression was blank. It lowered its head, and you climbed atop of it, gripping its dirty matted fur tight as it bound into the forest.
The next scenes were tough to stomach. Though they were not entirely unfamiliar. These were your nightmares. The blood, the thirst and the hunting. You had been with that monster this whole time! Your head swam with dizziness as you watched the unfolding images with a hand to your stomach. It slashed a deer from neck to tail as Fenris spilled out the deer’s innards from its body. Bile reached the back of your throat.
Hela glanced at you and smiled. “And of course, Freya, we mustn't forget the most important task you did for me.”
The scene changed to you riding Fenris, except this time, you were running towards the castle in the early morning, when the sun was low enough for everything to be engulfed in old darkness still. You entered the hall from Fenris’ perspective and bounded through the castle.
"She found out about me a little too soon, a clever girl."
Then, you saw a small girl emerge from the library.
No...
She wandered down the hall, clueless to what was stalking her.
No, please...
Fenris came closer, and you saw the girl turn around and before she could scream, Fenris slashed her neck with its claws. She laid on the floor, instantly dead, bleeding out as the creature lapped at her blood.
“No!” you cried as you watched yourself in the projection, jump off of Fenris and remove Pom’s head with a disgusting crack and hang it from the ceiling.
Hot tears streamed down your face, and you felt your insides boiling with pain. A heave came from your stomach as you tried to throw up, but nothing came but a horrible hack cough.
“You killed your little friend, Freya,” Hela said with a laugh. “Whatever high horse you were on, I think it’s about time you get off now,” she said, wrinkling her nose.
Flashes of the scenery now played in your head, as if Hela had finally let you remember it all. The memory of Fenris’ cold, nasty fur made you gag. Pom’s bright red blood and the smell of pungent iron everywhere. The feeling of her head between your hands as you twisted it off. “Stop, make it stop!” you yelled, clapping your hands to your ears and shutting your eyes.
Hands gripped your waist, and you leaned against Loki. He glared at Hela. “Stop this nonsense! She’s suffered your presence enough!”
Hela stopped, and the images receded. You still remembered them, but it was far less vivid.
“You sicken me, brother,” Hela said in a condescending tone. “Pick a fucking side.” She held her arms out with her brows raised as if chastising a child.
Loki breathed out and squeezed your waist. Then he let you go. You turned to him, reaching out, but he walked away from you, towards Vidar.
“What are you doing?” you said, but he did not look at you as he turned to Hela to speak.
“I will leave with you, but she lives,” he said to Hela. His tone suddenly turned light, and he smiled. “What can I say? A good fuck leaves one,” he said, glancing at you and raking his eyes over your body as he said the word, “sentimental.” He then turned to Hela and shrugged.
“She was my plaything while I searched for your prison cube. And now, our work is done. Father’s legacy shall be made anew,” he said, grinning, sweat gleaming off his temple.
“How could you?” you screamed. “I-I trusted you and vouched for you! I even lied to the ministry for you!”
Loki turned to you, but his gaze did not meet your eyes. “Just like I wanted you to. It seems you are the most useful pawn we could have asked for.”
Pain rippled through your heart at his words.
The braided girl snickered, and Hela laughed as well. “Oh my, how rude! Men are so insensitive at times, aren’t they, Freya?” she said, turning to you.
Your revulsion and pain turned into anger as your body began to tremble. You stuffed your hands into your pockets and felt the soft caress of the phoenix feather. It was a minor comfort, but you gripped it tightly, your hands shaking.
“Well, I hate to cut our party short, but there are important things to do!” Hela said. She turned to Vidar, her expression turned from playfulness to complete seriousness. “Are they ready?”
Vidar stared at her intensely and nodded. “Yes, my queen.”
“Then it’s time for us to leave,” Hela said, walking down the slanted rocks with an effortless grace.
Vidar turned to his companions. “Malda, go track down the boy! Benjamin, keep an eye on our professor,” he said, giving Loki a glare with the last word.
The creepy bald wizard came up beside Loki, whose jaw was set in stone as he allowed himself to be herded out. Your eyes threw daggers into Loki’s back, but tears stung them as you watched him leave.
Hela stopped for a second and raised her hand. “Kill her.”
Vidar turned around and advanced towards you as Loki protested. “No! She was not to be harmed!”
Hela cackled. “No loose ends. They’re too messy. I’m a bit of a clean-freak. You’ll find other girls to play with, I’m sure.” Her hands glowed as a dart of her magic flew into him. He stiffened and followed her and Malda into the darkness.
You backed up to the edge of the rocks as Vidar approached you. His grey hair gleamed in the dim light of the cavern. Your wand was just a few feet away from you, but you were not sure if you could grab it in time. Far below you were sharp stalagmites that waited to impale your body. Fear rushed through your chest. It seemed that you saved Loki from his foretold fate, but was your vision a precursor to your own death?
Vidar raised his wand with a dark look. “Avada-”
A screech echoed across the cavern. A large flurry of teal feathers in a large mass flew into Vidar’s face and he screamed. You recognized the flecks of gold at the tip of those aquamarine feathers. Fawkes!
Fawkes turned to you and flew over your head, holding out her leg for you to hold. You did not know how this bird would carry you, but everything inside you said to trust it. You gripped her talon and felt a startling whoosh of air as you launched into the air, watching Vidar growl with pain clutching the right side of his face.
Cool wind whipped past you as you soared through the cavern, holding onto Fawkes’ talon with all your might. Perhaps the draugar were gone, but you had no intention of falling into that godforsaken lake. Fawkes flew you all the way out of the cavern, through a different path than whence you came. You were alarmed about leaving Valkyrie and Mo at first, but when you landed in a familiar field, just beside Bjorn’s hut, you saw them bursting through the door.
Fawkes soared back to the castle, and you whispered a silent thank you to her for saving you. Mo and Valkyrie slammed into you and gave you the tightest hug. For the first moment, you can not breathe, and then the second, you started sobbing uncontrollably.
Nobody asked you what was wrong, nobody said anything. They simply brought you back into Bjorn’s hut and sat you down with a warm cup of tea. Valkyrie sat beside you and rested your head on her shoulder as you cried. Mo held your hand. You let the tears fall. You let the forgotten memories run their course, like poison dripping from a wound.
Because what was left once the tears passed, was pure rage.
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Happy Loki day! Hope you enjoyed this chapter that was sooooo dramatic. Omg I enjoyed writing Hela, she's so evil :D
You were about to shove him onto your broomstick when a greyish hand grabbed the handle and threw you off balance. You fell to the ground in a crumple. Trying to get up, you groaned at the pain in your side and hoped you had not broken anything. Cool hands gripped your shoulders, and you jumped, thinking it was a pale-faced monster. You turned to face bright blue eyes.
“What are you doing here?” he said, eyes devoid of any mask. There was only shock.
“I came here to save you. This is how you die, Loki!” you said, turning to face the mass of undead before you.
“I wanted to keep you safe! It doesn’t matter what they do to me,” he hissed at you. “Now you’ve gone and mucked it up.”
You turned your head to glare at him; your wand pointed at the creatures surrounding you. “What did I muck up exactly? Oh, your shitty plan to get yourself killed, well gee, I am so sorry!” The venom in your tone surprised you and silenced Loki.
A white hand nearly grabbed your wrist, so you flicked your wand and shouted “stupefy!”. The creature reeled backwards and stopped dead in its tracks. Another came around it, reaching for your throat, but Loki’s green ball of fire hit it straight in the chest, knocking it backward into several others.
“Are you alright?” He said, far softer than you expected.
You both turned to each other for a quick glance, though for you it seemed to last longer. His eyes sparked with determination and passion as he gazed at you. You felt everything in your heart pass through your eyes and into him. In that one second between infinity, you both knew exactly what the other felt. It was overwhelming, wonderful and much too fleeting, but you both smiled wickedly and nodded to each other. Forming a defensive front, you stood back to back and climbed the rocks further up to give yourself space away from the bodies.
“Protego!” You said, and a bronze coloured barrier formed, covering you and Loki.
A shot of green fire soared from his side into the creatures, and several of them fell into the water with loud splashes. There was an eerie hum you had not noticed before. The creatures emitted a low rumbling noise that almost sounded like the hum of a river. It was unsettling as more pale faces reached out for you, mouths gaping open. Now that your only getaway was splintered into a pile of tinder, you were not sure how much longer both of you could keep this up.
A streak of red hit your barrier, and it shattered.
“No!” you cried and glanced in the direction it came from, but it was too dark to see.
“The tesseract!” A booming, deep voice shouted.
“If I die, so does your precious tesseract, Vidar,” you heard Loki mutter under his breath.
Whipping towards him, you noticed the faint blue glow emanating from inside his jacket pocket. “You actually took the tesseract from the bottom of the lake to give to those dark wizards? You know what they’ll do to us!”
“Do you suppose we can have this conversation after we get out of here?” Loki said, launching more green fire at the undead creatures. “I wasn’t planning on giving it to them, love.”
He pulled you behind him when the mass of white faces got closer. You could smell the damp breath from their mouths and fear hit you anew. Water dripped from their prune-like faces, which were so slimy it was nauseating to look at. You stepped back and nearly stumbled off the platform of jagged rock you both had climbed onto. Spiky stalagmites grinned at you from the bottom of the cavern, inviting you to impale yourself.
“We’re not going to get out of here,” you said solemnly.
“No, but you will. I’ll distract them so you can escape!” He started to conjure something in his hands.
You turned to him and looked him in the eyes. Everything inside of you screamed that what you were about to do was going to lead to disaster. But there were no options left. You grabbed Loki by the upper arms and pulled him into a hard kiss. His mouth fit so perfectly against yours and before he could deepen the kiss, you let go.
He looked at you, baffled, until he saw the glowing tesseract in your hand. You shot up red sparks from your wand so Valkyrie and Mo would see and get help.
Suddenly, a pulse ripped through you. It felt as if your head was splitting in two. You cried out and stumbled to your knees.
“Freya!” Loki bellowed, but his voice was far away. Everything around you had slowed down.
You could suddenly see the face of every one of the drowned bodies, the draugar, you realized. How did you know that? The word wasn’t familiar to you, and yet it popped into your mind. Your eyes focused on a group of three witches and wizards, with Vidar in the middle. He was the one who had broken your shield. His mouth was set into a serious frown as he glowered.
Facing Loki, you yearned to touch him, to whisk him away. But your body felt as if it was held down with chains. You convulsed and stood abruptly, clutching the tesseract in one hand and dropping your wand. It clattered away on the stone as a green glow emitted from your hand, so bright that it nearly blinded you.
Your green beam of light blasted through the draugar in one loud crack. All that was left of them were ashes.
For a second you glanced at your own hand and then at Loki, who looked at you incredulously. How had you done magic without your wand, in the same way Loki did his? And how did you defeat the draugar with one sweep?
Footsteps echoed throughout the cavern. The three appeared in the ever brightening light coming from the tesseract.
You saw a female witch first. Her hair was long and braided down the sides in two coils. She wore a black blouse with leather pants and glared at you with wild brown eyes and a sharp nose. Her dark skin glistened in the low light.
Then there was a taller man that was bald and utterly pale. His visage disturbed you, for there was something terribly leery about him. He sneered and gripped his crooked wand tightly with a fist.
Vidar emerged last, wearing a long black coat that slid on the ground as he walked. His grey dreadlocks swayed against his dark skin while the scars along his face twitched as he flexed his jaw. The man was even more intimidating than his wanted poster, and his eyes were filled with a suppressed rage. It was an expression that surely said that he would not be going back to Azkaban ever again.
For a moment, you thought they arrived to kill you. The girl raised her wand eagerly, pointing it at you. Loki moved out to shield you when Vidar stopped his company with a hand. “Wait,” he said.
He took one step forward and knelt before you, head down. “My love, my star, my deadly nightshade,” he said, with a doting tone in his voice that made you blush uncomfortably.
What the fuck?
Pain coursed through you again and you let out a shriek. Your body stiffened until you were engulfed in a bright green light. You bit your cheek from the pain and tasted blood in your mouth.
You felt your body being lifted from the ground as the light blinded everyone around you. Then, in a snap, you were dropped to the ground and collapsed into a heap. Loki sat you up, arms around your waist.
“Are you okay?” he said, brushing your hair from your face.
But when he glanced at where your eyes were fixated, all sound left him.
There was a small crater in the ground in front of you, where the rock had melted away in strange ripples, like wind markings on sand dunes. Smoke sizzled in the air around this crater, and a person who now curled up from the ground and stood before all of you.
She was in a tight black outfit with dark green streaks and knee-high boots. Her hair was black and shoulder length, and she turned towards you with a beautiful smile and cold blue eyes.
“Thank you so much, my dear,” she said and turned to Vidar, who now prostrated before her.
“Queen of darkness, my love, Hela!” He said, and the two others followed suit and bowed before her.
Loki squeezed your waist to the point that you winced and you found yourself missing the draugar.
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Happy Loki day! The next update will be soon cause DAMN I was waiting to bring out Hela ;)
The forest was eerily quiet as you stepped through it. Valkyrie stuffed the cloak in her pack while Mo brought up the rear. His wand was up, ready for anything. You noticed a slight tremble in his hands and felt guilt course through you. They’re in this mess because of me, you thought. You thumbed the phoenix feather in your pocket out of nervousness. It was one of the few things you pocketed before leaving and found that it was the only thing that mildly comforted you. Fawkes’ feather was soft and soothing against your fingertips.
It should have been sometime around noon, but looking outdoors, it barely seemed the case. The gloom was visible and permeated through the school grounds, sucking everything of its colour. You wondered if the bad weather was because of the dementor presence or if the dementors were simply drawn to darkness. Either way, the sense of dread in your belly fluttered as you made your way through the forest.
“Do you guys hear that?” Mo said.
The three of you stopped and looked at each other before glancing around.
“Hear what?” You said.
Valkyrie let out a snort. “Hear the sound of Mo shitting himself,” she said, chuckling.
“Oh sod off,” He said as you all began walking again. “I swear this forest feels like it's watchin’ us.”
You felt a small tug of a smile on your mouth, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Every step you took was one more closer to danger. It was one more step closer to answers you might not want to know.
Was Loki truly behind everything? Your heart didn’t want to believe it, but a seed of doubt sprouted in your mind. Every time you wondered about where he was, or why he looked so ill the time he returned from his long trip, or even why he allegedly killed his father’s friend made your doubts grow until all your thoughts of him were polluted.
Was he truly deceiving you with every step? Every time he touched your face, kissed your lips and slid inside of you. Perhaps it was all a lie. Your heart felt as if it might rip out of your chest at the thought of it, but you did not stumble. Even if it was all a lie, you would not let him die. That conviction solidified your steps going through the uneven terrain of the forest, where the darkness grew and the shadows lurked. If it was Loki’s life on the line, you would give yours up no matter what.
You loved him. It had been a fact since the first moment you laid eyes on him. You just had not known it so deeply yet. He pained you; he annoyed you; he was too secretive and sometimes downright rude, and yet you loved him. Because he was also funny, adventurous, and even sweet.
With a pounding of your heart, you accepted your feelings and let yourself experience them. It was strangely liberating to admit that you were madly in love with a possible homicidal maniac who may or may not be the new dark wizard incarnate. Regardless of what happened next, you were going to do what was right, but nothing would change your love for him.
“Thor doesn’t know I’m out here,” Valkyrie said.
Mo scoffed. “Why would-”
You laughed and turned to look back at him. “They’re fucking, Mo.”
Mo’s surprised face entertained both of you and then he gave you a look. Valkyrie sniffed and wiped her nose roughly. “It ain’t just fucking though,” she said, looking down for a second with a soft smile. “I never felt this way ‘bout no one, Frey.”
You gave her a smile. “I know exactly how you feel, Valkyrie.”
Mo spoke low. “So do I.”
Valkyrie laughed as she trudged ahead of you. “So we’re three lovesick cunts, on our way to imminent death, huh?”
Mo chuckled. “Looks like we aren’t allowed to die. Nila will kill me. That girl looks innocent, but she’s...ah...”
“She good in the sack?” Valkyrie said.
Mo stumbled for words and you found yourself smiling. There was a grove of tall trees ahead of you, willows. Their long, wilting branches swayed in the breeze. Your smile slowly faded away as you recognized the area from the vision the book showed you. There was a low rumbling sound that slowed your steps. There was a flutter behind you and you saw a black raven soar into the sky.
“We’re here,” you said as you cautiously walked through the gap in the trees.
Mo and Valkyrie wordlessly followed you and the silence grew tense. You did not know what to expect, but it was definitely not seeing Fenris, head down and sleeping. He almost looked like a household pet, except for his size, wild looking hair and the fact that a few fangs hung out of his mouth despite it being closed. A thick red line made up the outline of his mouth. There were drops of blood on his chin.
Beside him, there was an empty potion bottle. Loki had been here, you thought.
You staggered back for a moment and Mo caught you. This was the creature that had haunted your dreams for weeks. Your fists clenched, and he whispered in your ear.
“We’re not fighting that thing, can’t we go past it?”
You spotted a piece of wood just below his paw and realized it was a door. Valkyrie looked down at your sight line and raised her brows. She looked back at you and mouthed the words “lift his paw”. Your stomach sank, but you knew it was the only way.
The three of you got closer to Fenris. Your heart was racing like a jackhammer. Every bone in your body wanted to get away from this thing. The closer you got, the stronger the smell was emanating from his mouth. You gagged at the scent of blood and raw meat mixed with wolf musk. You looked between Mo and Valkyrie as the three of you stepped around the paw, over the door to the ground.
Nodding once, the three of you lifted and pushed the paw to the left, away from the door in one sweep. It was heavier than you thought, but between you, Valkyrie and Mo, it worked. You breathed a sigh of relief and opened the trap door. It creaked open, and you winced, but Fenris remained asleep.
Stairs descended into darkness, and all of you went down, one by one. You uttered lumos and your wand emitted a soft white light at the tip. The stairs went down far longer than you had expected, as if you were descending into hell itself. It was cool in the earth's dampness and smelled of rich soil and rock.
The three of you made it to the base of the stairs, where the ground had changed from stone to something bizarrely soft and almost bouncy.
“What the hell is this?” Valkyrie said, pointing her glowing want to the floor.
Thick black vines stretched throughout the floor and around the walls, encasing the entire area.
“Oh shit,” you said, as recognition came to you.
Mo screamed, and you saw the black vines curl around his body, completely immobilizing him. Valkyrie gasped, and then she was overtaken as well. You felt a tug on your ankle as the vine wrapped itself around you. You knew exactly what this was.
“Both of you need to relax!” You shouted. “It’s devil’s snare!”
“Oh relax, yeah, I feel completely relaxed now!” Mo said as the vine wrapped around his mouth.
Valkyrie gave you a hard stare and closed her eyes. So did you, and you took a deep breath. Gradually, the vines engulfed you but seemed to pull you down below, until it released you into a hidden chamber just underneath it. Valkyrie was there, rubbing her arms and scowling at the corded black ceiling.
“He’s not relaxing is he?” she said, looking up.
You huffed and tried to think. After the forbidden forest encounter with Loki, it was this vine that had prevented you from grabbing your wand. Several weeks later, you had asked Professor Hogun about the strange plant.
“Devils snare…devils snare…” you said aloud, trying to remember the stupid rhyme Hogun taught you. It dawned you and you clapped your hands. “It’s deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun, that’s it!”
Valkyrie looked at you, then winced at the muffled screams from Mo. “Whatever you’re gonna do, do it fast!”
You pointed your wand at the ceiling and yelled, “lumos solem!”
A wildly bright light, as bright as the sun emitted from your wand right at the devil's snare. There was a shrill screeching as the vines tore away, while some burned and Mo landed on the ground, wriggling and aggressively patting his body to get every bit of the vines off.
“I told you to relax,” you said, helping him up.
Mo kicked a piece of dead vine away. “Fucking plants!”
The three of you moved through the area you fell into. It was roughly excavated, with dirt and stone dug out to create a tunnel wide enough for the three of you to walk side by side and without having to crouch. After turning a corner, a door faced you. It was slightly ajar, as if someone had hastily walked through it before you.
You looked at Valkyrie. “Okay,” you said as you opened the door.
When you stepped through, you expected your foot to make contact with the ground. To your horror, it was just air, and you stumbled off of a narrow ledge. Valkyrie gripped you by the scruff of your shirt and pulled you back to the doorframe.
“My god, we almost lost you!” Mo said, staring ahead of you, agape.
There was a door on the other side of a huge trench. It was a large wooden door with brass handles. Glancing down, you saw the eye of darkness look back up at you, and the vertigo begged you to fall again. You gripped the doorframe and stepped onto the ledge carefully. Was there a spell that could help you jump across? But the wooden door on the other side was too far. None of you could make that jump, even with magic. You shuffled leftwards on the ledge and glanced at the trench for anything that could help you across.
“There’s something over there!” You said back to Valkyrie and Mo.
They looked around you and down the ledge. After a very treacherous walk, there was a gleaming bridge. There was something bulky halfway across the bridge, some sort of rock formation, but you relaxed slightly at the sight of it; finally, a way across.
“Be careful,” you said as Mo and Valkyrie stepped onto the ledge beside you.
The three of you shuffled over the ledge, backs against the cool wall of the trench. You had your palms flat on the stone as you crept forward one leg at a time, trying not to look down.
“Don’t look down,” Mo said nervously. “They always say that if you look down, you’ll fall.”
“Can you shut up about it then?” Valkyrie snapped.
A rock slid from under your foot and toppled over the edge. The echo was airy, but could be heard for a long time falling down the trench. You gulped, wondering how deep it truly was.
“We’re almost there,” you said.
After several cautious steps and Mo nearly slipping before Valkyrie slammed him against the ledge with her arm, you finally reached the end of the bridge. It was made of a material that looked as clear as glass, but it was somewhat fluid. Light moved through it in waves and though it was beautiful, something about it bothered you.
You took one slow step forward, onto the translucent bridge, and felt for solidity. Your foot met with structure. Tapping the bridge with your foot, you made sure that it was stable before putting your weight on it.
“Seems fine?” you said, shrugging.
Then Valkyrie and Mo stepped on and you began to cross. The large masses that you saw in the middle of the bridge were giant statues, both one half of the whole it should have been. The one to the left of you had a serpent head with an eagle’s body, while the other one had an eagle’s head with a serpent’s body. It was a disturbing combination, though you paid it no attention.
As you approached the middle, the bridge shook, and a crack formed in the middle. The two statues started to move, stone crumbled from their heads which turned towards you.
You, Mo and Valkyrie clung to one another. Snatching a quick glance behind, you saw that the bridge had disconnected from the ledge. There was no way back, and you had a feeling that it would not be so easy to get past the statues to the other side. One voice, though it sounded like many, spoke as the serpent bared its fangs and the eagle stared you down.
To cross the path, a riddle you must pass.
“Oh fuck,” Valkyrie said. “I’m horrible at these.”
Mo exclaimed, “be quiet, we have to get across!”
The eyes of the serpent and eagle lit up and suddenly were aflame with blue fire.
First, think of the person who lives in disguise
Who deals in secrets and tells naught but lies.
Next, tell me what’s always the last thing to mend,
The middle of middle and end of the end?
And finally, give me the sound often heard
During the search for a hard-to-find word.
Now string them together, and answer me this,
Which creature would you be unwilling to kiss?
Your heart sank. The flaming eyes of the serpent seemed to bore into your soul as you desperately wondered about what the riddle could possibly mean. Valkyrie looked at you, completely panicked. The blank stare you gave her back only made her eyebrows draw together in worry.
“Wait...wait...I think I might know,” Mo said, stepping forward. He put his hand on his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut.
The blazing eyes of the eagle and serpent turned to him and leaned in as if they might eat him up.
“Be careful,” you said.
After several long minutes, he lifted his head. “It’s a trick!” he said. “You’re supposed to take it literally! Who lives in disguise and tells secrets and lies? A spy!” he jumped up and turned to Valkyrie and you. “And what’s the middle of middle and the end of end?”
Valkyrie and you looked at him listlessly.
“It’s the letter ‘d’!” Mo turned back to the statues and squared his shoulders. “The sound a person makes when they can’t find a word, ‘er’. String them together and what’s the creature I would never kiss? Spider. The answer is spider!”
The trench rumbled and roared, but the flames in the serpent and eagle’s eye gradually disappeared. Their bodies curled back onto their stations and heads returned to their original positions. The bridge was covered in pieces of rock and stone, but you took a step forward and the three of you ran across.
“Bloody hell, Mo!” Valkyrie said, clapping him on the back. “I never took you for someone who knew his ass from his head!”
He gave Valkyrie a look, but it dissolved into a grin. “Wow thanks, cunt.”
“You were amazing, Mo!” you said. One more step closer.
The ledge was wider on the other side so you half walked, half jogged to the second door and gripped the knob hard. The three of you practically fell through the entryway, and for a split second, you were scared that it might be another trench and you would fall to your death, but your feet met solid ground.
It was a cavern, but not the one in your visions. This cavern was smaller, nearly the size of a courtyard. There were roots of a tree that came down through the ceiling and wrapped itself around the cavern.
“What is that?” you said, as you looked up and saw various little objects floating - no flying in the cavern.
Valkyrie squinted and almost touched one that wandered close. “They’re keys.”
All sorts of golden, brass and silver keys with little wings flew without a care. It was as if you were in some trippy Salvador Dali painting. You reached out for another key that floated lower to the ground, but it stayed just out of your reach.
You turned to Valkyrie and looked past her. There was an old rusted looking door that was not there before. “One of these unlocks that door. We need to find it.”
Mo and Valkyrie looked at the door, then scanned the keys in the ceiling as you did.
“They all look so different. How are we gonna know which is which?” Mo said.
He was right; it was very difficult to tell any of the keys apart and they were all different shapes, colours and sizes.
Valkyrie squeezed your arm. “Wait, that door is iron. That means, the key we want’s, gotta match the door.” Her eyes darted back and forth, frantically searching all the little keys. “That one!” she said, pointing straight above you.
There was a key, larger and bulkier looking than all the rest. It was the same colour as the metal of the door and it moved slowly. Its wing was broken as if it had already been used once.
“Valkyrie, you’re right!” you said ecstatically.
“And how will we get it?” Mo said, crossing his arms.
You pointed to the key with your wand and shouted, “accio key!” When it did not work, you put your want away and shrugged. “Well, it was worth a try.”
Valkyrie walked around the cavern and disappeared behind a gigantic mass of twisted roots. “Guys! I found something!”
You and Mo ran to her side. She stood there gripping a broomstick with a wide smile on her face. You smiled back at her. “Looks like you’re up,” you said with a wink. She laughed and then you added, “but be careful, it can’t be that easy.”
With a determined look, Valkyrie nodded and hopped up on the broomstick. As soon as her feet left the ground, the keys all stopped mid air and dove towards her with a speed that was dangerous.
“Oh, fuck!” Valkyrie shouted, and then began to fly through the cavern as the keys chased her with deadly speed.
One sharp key soared past your face, cutting your temple. “Ow!” you said, touching your head and feeling a small streak of blood. You and Mo ran to the rusted door, swatting away keys that whipped towards you.
At a quick glance, you saw Valkyrie diving straight towards the ground as the rusted key with the broken wing tried to flutter away. Keys hit her head and scraped her arms, but she grasped the old key and made a sharp turn towards you.
“Catch it!” she said, throwing the old key to you.
It flapped its wings frantically to get away, but you caught it and shoved it into the lock. The door creaked open and you and Mo stepped inside. Valkyrie was still being chased by the keys as you held the door open and shut it just after she flew in.
You heard several banging noises on the door as the keys collided with the closed door. Valkyrie landed back near you and Mo, and the three of you leaned on the door and panted.
“Anything else?” Valkyrie said, exasperated.
Mo turned to her and glanced at the broom. “Better hold on to that.”
You gasped when you looked out into the open. It was just as it had been in your vision. The dark cavern stood before you, immense and enveloped in shadow. Sharp stalagmites and stalactites covered the ceiling and ground. There was a dark lake in the middle, where the water rippled like black ichor. Chills ran up your arms.
Usually, you floated through your dream-vision. But this time your feet were planted on the ground, your body was immensely sore and your chest ached from all the stress. “We’re here,” you said aloud, and Valkyrie and Mo softly stepped up behind you.
On the other side of the dark lake, there was a slight illumination. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the green light.
“Don’t come near me!” he shouted. His voice was raspy and tired, but it pulled at your chest.
“Loki!” you said, running to the shore of the lake. Sharp rocks rose all around the lake, preventing you from running around it, and there was barely any way across without having to swim. No one but you knew what was down in the depths of that lake, aside from the Tesseract. Those horrible pale faces emerged in your memory. You turned to face Valkyrie and Mo. “Give me the broomstick! I need to go help him!”
Valkyrie hesitated as she, and Mo looked at each other. You barked at them, “I know what you’re thinking. Why save him? He’d probably burn Hogwarts to the ground with us all inside! But you’re wrong. He’s not evil. Val, I love him.”
She sighed resignedly and handed the broomstick to you. “Be careful. We’ll keep watch here and just shout if you’re in trouble. I’ll swim across that deathtrap for you, but only if I have to.”
You pulled them both into a rough hug and felt the sting of tears in your eyes. They squeezed your back hard. You let go and moved away to hop on the broomstick. Kicking off hard, you rose into the air and felt the cool air of the cave rush past you. You urged the broom faster when you heard the man you love stumble and fall. His face turned towards the ceiling and your eyes met.
His eyes widened with horror as he yelled your name. “Freya!”
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Happy Loki day! I have been totally messed up about due dates but now I will just write chapters as soon as I can and post them when they're ready! So it could be a little late, or a little sooner :) But this story is always on my mind, I love it so much!
I know this one was super long, but I am glutton for punishment and need to write things the way they have to be done without skipping parts so there you go! There will be way more Loki in the next chapter and others to come....hehe.
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You looked into the cold blue eye of the Minister of Magic. Odin, you thought with dread. He had a metallic gold eyepatch over his right eye and though he was missing an eye, the one he had gazed right through you.
“Y-yes, sir,” you said, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out meekly.
You were in the middle of Headmistress Frigga’s office, with Odin standing in front of her desk. She was behind it, with a grave expression; her mouth was a thin line. Professor Sif was in the room with a tense look on her face, and Heimdall stood in the corner by Frigga.
Odin took a step towards you. His heavy boots thudded on the carpeted floor. “It is interesting to me that your name has been floating around so often around my son.”
Your eyes rose to meet his. He looked suspicious. “I-I don’t know what you mean, sir,” you said.
“Loki does not do anything beyond a design, my dear,” he said. “The boy is an extraordinary liar and has a special ability to gain followers with his silver tongue.” His eye narrowed at you.
You scoffed. “He was giving me detention, that’s all.”
“So you do not know that he is after the Tesseract?”
Your breath caught in your throat, and you glanced at Heimdall. He stared at you before looking away. The anxiety in your chest catapulted into your abdomen. You immediately realized that Odin knew about your visions, and all lies would be futile.
“I saw a vision, yes,” you said. “I saw a vision that he died.” Your heart lurched at your own words.
Headmistress Frigga sat down and put her head in her hands.
Odin glanced back at his wife briefly before setting a stern gaze on you. “So you admit you had key information and chose not to reveal it?”
“There was nothing to tell! I did not know what I was seeing. It could have been a nightmare,” you said angrily. Then you turned to Heimdall, “isn’t that right professor? When I came to you with my concerns, you told me I was having nightmares.” You didn’t care if he got in trouble. The man had already sold you and cut you out.
Heimdall looked at you with an infuriatingly patient gaze and then turned to Odin. “Minister, Freya does not have control over her divination abilities. She has been dreaming of the Tesseract for a long time, as you already know. But she never knew what it was,” he said.
Your blood boiled in your veins. Did Heimdall talk about you to Odin behind your back all these years? “How could you,” you said to him. “I trusted you!”
“Silence!” Odin said. “Do not blame him for doing his due diligence. All matters regarding the Tesseract come through me. Regardless,” he said. “ Loki will be found and charged for colluding with Vidar and for treason against the Ministry.”
“No! You can’t do that, you don’t know if he’s done anything!” you said. Tears stung your eyes.
Odin looked at you levelly. “If your visions are true, girl, then Loki will commit the gravest crime of all,” he said, then lowered his voice so you could barely hear, “and it will destroy everything.”
“Just because he’s down there doesn’t mean he did anything! You can’t arrest him without any proof! You-”
“Get her out of here!” Odin barked.
A man in black pinstripe robes, another ministry auror you assumed, grabbed you by the arm and led you out of the office. Odin called out behind you. “It will be best for you to remain in your common room Miss Eves, to be safe.”
Professor Odinson was outside the hall and looked at the man holding you. He walked up to you both and stopped him. “I can take her from here. Professor Bjorn needs to see her, anyway.”
The man nodded, and you left with Professor Odinson.
“What did father say?” he asked you once you were well away from the ministry personnel.
You explained everything in annoying detail. Annoying because you trusted Heimdall all these years, and he was filling in the ministry about all your secrets. And now, Loki was number one on the ministry’s most wanted list.
“He’s not bad, I know he’s not,” you said. “Professor Odinson, you know that.”
He threw you a smile. “Call me Thor, Freya. He is lucky to have you.” An understanding went through the both of you and you felt a little calmer.
“I’m happy that you’ve healed so quickly, Thor,” you said. You smirked a little. “Valkyrie was incredibly worried.”
You saw from the corner of your eye that he stiffened slightly. “Um, yes, she was...she was very kind to me.”
His face had gone pink, and you nearly laughed but spared him. “Did Professor Bjorn actually need to see me?”
Thor nodded as you both approached the Hufflepuff common room. When you turned the corner, a heavy sense of dread came over you. It was a terrible feeling, as if you would never be happy again. You nearly screamed when you arrived at the common room entrance.
Dementors floated on both sides of the entrance. Their heads shifted in your direction as you and Thor stopped. Dark black robes covered their floating bodies and faces as the fabric rippled through. There was no wind. It was an ageless and emotionless void that was their presence, where no light or movement would ever be felt.
Professor Bjorn appeared from the other side with a pained expression on his face. He gave the dementors a wide berth and stopped in front of you.
Thor glared at the dementors. “My father would never allow this!” he said. “Those things belong in Azkaban! Not in Hogwarts!” Then he looked at you. “Freya, I must leave you now to speak with the Minister and Headmistress,” he said, then turned to leave and paused. “Be careful, for not all dementors can tell the difference between the guilty and innocent.” With that, he briskly left.
“Freya, let’s go, they ain’t allowed in the rooms,” professor Bjorn said.
You glanced at the dementor on the left side of the door as you walked closer. Every moment of sadness and pain you had ever felt bubbled to the surface. You felt like crying, but were too deep in your despair to shed a single tear. The world felt meaningless and hopeless; there was no point to anything.
Bjorn yanked you inside the common room just as a dementor hovered inches from your face. The door shut abruptly and though your head was swimming with visions of painful memories; you felt lighter from the distance.
“Thank you, professor,” you said, rubbing your head.
Bjorn led you to a quiet room, past all the students in the common area. Many of them stopped him to ask questions like why were there dementors in Hogwarts and was Loki Laufeyson going to come after them like his father did.
“The Ministry says the dementor’s will keep you lot safe! I say that’s horseshit! Stay away from them. No more questions, stay in your rooms and don’t come out until the Headmistress says so!” Bjorn said.
Mo ran up to you when he saw you come in and gave you a hug. “Are you alright?” he said.
You heaved a breath of relief that he was alright and nodded. “Y-yes, I’m okay,” you said and told him to wait for you while Professor Bjorn urged you to come with him.
When you were alone with Bjorn, he sat you down and fished into his pocket. There was a rough-looking piece of aluminum foil he unwrapped to reveal a piece of chocolate. “Eat this,” he said.
You looked at him questioningly, but took it. As you bit into it, the chocolate made you feel better and the world that weighed you down moments ago lightened. “Thank you.”
Professor Bjorn ran a hand over his beard and looked very grim. “Freya, I found out who ordered them blood slugs,” he said.
You put the chocolate down and stood up. “Who? If we know who it is, then we can tell the Ministry and they’ll stop suspecting Professor Laufeyson!” Finally, you thought. Some genuine hope.
Professor Bjorn held a pained expression that worried you. “I spoke to the folk I know who deal in the magical animal trade...One of them says it was a man that looked a lot like the Minister’s eldest son. But he ain’t saying nothing ‘cause he fears the Farbauti loyalists. The man’s got children to protect...”
You could no longer listen to a word he was saying. A buzzing in your ears had developed as you blinked and your senses numbed. It could not be. “He - you're saying that Loki orchestrated the blood slug attack at the Halloween ball? That he - that he’s the reason I almost died from the serperus attack? His brother almost died!”
Professor Bjorn did not seem to know what to say. “We dunno nothin’. There could be more to this than we see. But...please don’t tell the Ministry. I wanted to tell you so you know, but I can’t put that man and his family in danger for tellin’ me this. Please, Freya.”
You shook your head and gave him a dry smile. “We don’t need to say anything, Professor Bjorn. They already suspect Loki, it’s not as if this will change anything.” Stones weighed down your body, and you felt as if you could barely move. You stared past Bjorn. “Though you should be careful now, sir. With the ministry poking around, you must hide the serperus you saved.”
He nodded and said goodbye to you, and then you were alone in the study.
You ran through the information in your head, trying to understand why. This whole time, you knew he was up to something. But you thought that maybe, just maybe, he had a reason. You had to hold on to that. He was going to have to explain himself once and for all. No more games or wordplay. No more tricks.
You looked out the window and saw rain clouds settling in, casting the entire field in a grey colour. A dementor swooped past the window and you jumped back with a hand to your chest. How the hell were you going to escape and save Loki?
Chewing your lip, you went back to your room and searched under your bed. The invisibility cloak was there, though you were not sure if the dementors could sense you through it. Their magic seemed to rely on emotions rather than sight. But it was worth the risk. All you needed was to sneak out and get past them, then you could run into the forest.
You thought about the book Spells for the Common House Cat, and the vision it showed you about where the Tesseract was. Perhaps it was a haunted story, but it was the only lead you had to go on. You pictured the Tesseract in the cavern, just beyond the weeping willow with black leaves.
Peeling through your clothing chest, you changed into tights, a thick black sweater and a mustard coloured scarf.
“Going somewhere without me?” said a voice and hands grasped your shoulders.
You nearly jumped out of your skin and tripped on the edge of your trunk, landing on your knees. “What the fuck?” You looked up and saw Valkyrie laughing at your clumsiness, holding a hand to her mouth.
Pushing yourself up, you brushed your tights and glared at her. “How the hell did you get in here?”
Valkyrie put her hands on her hips. “I’ve told you before, my sweet innocent Hufflepuff, I got my ways. Better question, were you gonna head out to save your boyfriend without me?”
“He’s not my -” you said, then paused. Truly, what was he to you? The word boyfriend certainly did not fit, but neither did my-mysterious-professor-who-I-am-completely-in-love-with-who-might-also-be-a-criminal.
You sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m going. I don’t want you to come,” you said as firmly as possible.
Valkyrie jumped onto the bed beside you and snorted. “How cute. You really think you’re going to convince me out of it! Now, let's skip the part where we go back and forth and you lose this argument, yeah?”
A smile edged to your lips. She was the most stubborn person you had ever met. And you loved her more than anything. “Fine,” you said. “How do we get out of here?”
Taking the invisibility cloak, both you and Valkyrie snuck to the common area of your common room. Students laid on the couches, reading or discussing what was happening at Hogwarts. Some other students stood at the window and gazed outside nearly catatonically. You wondered if the dementors had been too close to them and cringed at the thought of having to experience that feeling again.
You both tapped Mo on the shoulder, who twitched, which earned him a scowl from the girl sitting beside him. Valkyrie leaned into his ear and whispered, “go to the bookshelf.”
She led you to the end of the common area, where the large bookshelf was. On the side, there was a little corner in the wall that was wide enough for one person to stand in. The corner was blocked by a stone pillar that stood in front of it. You had only ever seen it in passing and barely even noticed it anymore. Valkyrie and you squeezed into the corner and she parted the cloak to reveal her wand in hand. She tapped the seventh brick from the bottom twice and then the one to the left of it and then another one up.
The bricks opened up to reveal a small passageway, just tall enough to crouch.
“Oh my god, this is how you’ve been sneaking into the common room! How did you know?” you said, crawling in behind her. Mo snuck in behind you when he checked nobody was looking.
The bricks shuffled back in place as if the three of you had never been in the common room.
“Remember Simon Parini when we were in fourth year? He was a seventh year student at the time, well he may have gotten drunk one evening after we won the quidditch cup and told me, but he made me promise the next day not to tell anyone that there were little connectors between the rooms. They’re meant for flooding or frog infestations only or something,” she said with a laugh. “He found out completely by accident when he was a third year. Some students bullied him and made him stand in the corner for hours all alone, and he figured it out.”
“I could have saved so much damn time if you told us,” Mo said.
The three of you crawled through the tunnel for several minutes before a small bit of light peaked through a door. You emerged from behind a painting of an apple tree in a hallway that was way too close to the Headmistress’s office for your comfort.
“We need to move,” you said to them. You took off the invisibility cloak to readjust it around Mo so the three of you could fit.
Midway through covering your head, you saw angry eyes from the painting. It was originally just a painting of a lonely apple tree, but this time there was a man standing there, glaring at you.
“Students out of their common room!” Professor Rattowl bellowed. “You will be punished for this!” He disappeared from the painting and your heart jumped into your throat.
“Run!” Valkyrie said, throwing the cloak over your head and pushing ahead.
It was clumsy and difficult to be so close and try to run at the same time without tripping over each other’s feet. You felt as though you were in a strange animal costume, where one of you was the head, another the torso and another the rear. As you nearly fell several times, you managed to cross the hall and head down the stairs.
“There’s an exit just past these stairs!” Mo said, his elbow accidentally digging into your side.
The feeling hit you when you reached the bottom of the stairs. Dread creeped up in your stomach and all three of you stopped in your tracks.
Three dementors floated at the entrance to the large arched wooden door that led right where you wanted to go, outside. Their veiled heads paused for a moment, and all three of them stopped moving.
Your heart thudded in your chest as the three of you stood there, arms linked and trying not to breathe. Surely, they could hear your collective heartbeats fluttering faster than a hummingbird. A long ache of despair scraped across your chest and you felt as though you could not breathe.
One dementor turned its head towards you and floated closer. Valkyrie squeezed your arm, but you felt nothing but sadness as you stared back at the creature that fed on the vacuum of pain you held inside.
Suddenly, a bluish light coursed through the room and a pair of torso-less legs ran through the dementor. It reared its head back, and the dementors followed the legs through the hallway. The feeling of dread lingered, but it was not as heavy as it was before.
You took off the invisibility cloak and dragged a breath in. Crazy Collin floated towards you and smiled.
“Crazy Collin! You saved us!” Mo said, shocked.
“Collin, how did you know?” you said, walking up to him.
He shrugged. “I saw you in the hall there, goin’ inside that cloak. Then I followed the sound of yer feet. I know you’re trying to stop that monster, that ‘orrible thing that killed that poor girl,” he said, his usually youthful eyes became pensive. “It killed me too, ya know. It ripped me in half fifty years ago!”
It hit you then. You thought about the vision that Leah Mai showed you from fifty years ago when you had been sucked into the book.
A group of professors carried someone on a stretcher down the stairs. That someone had a white sheet over their body and face. As they descended the steps, a hand slipped out from beneath the white sheet and you saw dark blood drip on the floor in little beads.
Odin’s haunted voice echoed in your mind from that memory, when he had spoken with the former Headmaster Oppin.
“The Dark One has risen, and his shadow lingers here. Doesn’t the Michaels boy prove that?”
You found your voice again and looked up at Collin. “Michaels...Are you Collin Michaels?”
Collin nodded sadly. “Now, go! My legs won’t hold ‘em for long!”
Valkyrie tugged at your arm, pulling you to the door. “Come on Freya.”
You looked back at Collin. “Thank you,” you said and smiled.
The door opened to an awfully chilly breeze and the three of you huddled underneath the cloak once more and made your way to the Forbidden Forest. Behind the clouds, the sun was obscured, and rain drizzled over you. Above, the clouds had darkened and everything looked dark grey and uninviting. Just at the edge of the treeline, the three of you stopped, staring into the shadow of the trees.
“Are you guys ready?” Valkyrie said.
“For Pom,” Mo said.
You smiled, tears in your eyes. “For Pom.”
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Happy Loki Wednesday! A very long chapter this week to add in some juicy details and there's some callbacks if you remember from previous chapters ;)
Thank you as always, for being on this fun journey! Your comments make my day :D
You awakened to light streaming into your face and immediately sat up. The air smelled of sex and a smothered fire, and you remembered you were in Loki’s room. Beside you, the bed was empty. You slid off the bed and fixed up your clothes, calling out to him.
“Loki?” you said. Then you sighed. “Master?”
There was no answer.
The room was chilly without the fire, and the wind howled outside. The treeline swayed from the Forbidden Forest and beckoned to you.
Since it was Monday, he probably had lectures to prepare for. You thought about leaving right away before students started piling in for their first lesson of the day. When you glanced at the bed, the sheets were in complete disarray. Luckily, they were cleaned by Loki’s favourite post sex fluid-removal spell. You adjusted the sheets, so the bed was not in such a messy state. The thought of his arms around you always made you long for his touch again. With everything else going on, his presence was the only balm of peace you had.
You noticed a lump underneath the covers, just at the foot of the bed. You pulled the cover off and stumbled backwards, falling on your bottom. The book sat atop the end of the bed, as if it had never caught fire. As if you never had plunged it into flames and watched it crumble into ashes.
Spells for the Common House Cat sat on the edge of the bed like an unwelcome guest. You grabbed the book and threw it out of the window impulsively. Shit! What if somebody else found it? You regretted your fear fueled decision immediately and despaired.
You ran out of his bedroom and down the tower, trying to make your way to the field where it might have landed. It was still hours before the morning lectures would start, but there were a few early risers walking through the halls. You ran into a student holding a pile of books in their arms and apologized after knocking them all to the ground and then dashing away madly through the halls.
As you approached the doors that led outside, a hand stopped you. It was someone you did not recognize. Her long, thin face looked down at you as if you were a snotty little child. “No students outside, the Ministry commands it. What is your name, student?” She sneered at the word student.
The Ministry? They were here already. And where was Loki? A pang of worry nestled in your stomach and you hesitated. The woman repeated her question in an annoyed tone. She adjusted a rogue red hair on her beehive of a hairdo.
“My name is Freya, Freya Eves,” you said.
The woman’s eyebrows rose. “Ah, so you are the one who broke the rules and went into the forest. You saw the beast,” she said, suddenly intrigued. She crossed her arms and grinned. “Tell me, is it truly as ghastly as they say?”
You felt a sort of disgust at her perverse interest. “It was horrible,” you said. “The most vile creature I’ve ever seen.”
The woman’s eyes flashed with interest as if she might have asked you more, but then a warm hand rested on your shoulder. You turned to see Professor Odinson smile at you, though it did not reach his eyes.
“Freya, I was searching for you. You appear to leave your common room quite early these days,” he said with a small gleam in his eye.
You hoped the blush was not too obvious on your face.
The gleam in Professor Odinson’s eyes died away as he glanced at the woman with you. “Ah, I see you’ve met Eleanore Regis. She was one of the top auror’s at the Ministry.”
“What do you mean ‘was’, Odinson? I’m still top auror,” she said haughtily, raising a brow at him. The woman was almost comically dramatic with her tone.
“The Ministry is here?” I said, widening my eyes like a child finding out a big secret. It seemed this woman responded to stupidity with arrogance, so you hoped she would give away some details.
Eleanore made a tsk sound with her tongue. “That’s right, dearie. We’re going to straighten out this bloody mess since nobody here can!” She turned to Professor Odinson. “Now, where’s your cockroach of a brother?”
You glared at Eleanore when Professor Odinson answered. “Well, the thing is, we have not found him yet. It is quite early and he will get ready for his classes, you see. When he does, we will ask him to join us in Headmistress Frigga’s office to meet with the Minister.”
You turned to look at Professor Odinson with a concerned look in your eyes. He met your gaze but kept a guarded look when Eleanore leaned in scowled. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the whole family’s gone soft. Careful, boy. One bad pup can destroy the litter.” She turned on her heel and clacked away.
“Wow, isn’t she just lovely,” you said.
Professor Odinson sighed. “I really hate that woman.”
You looked back at Professor Odinson with concern. “Why are they looking for Loki - I mean Professor Laufeyson?”
Professor Odinson looked at you with his bright blue eyes and rubbed his face with both hands. He seemed tired, as if he had been up most of the night. “They think my brother is behind all this.”
“What?”
“He hasn’t had the greatest track record with the Ministry. And he’s the only one here who’s been to Azkaban.”
“Do you believe them?” you said feverishly. “He’s your brother! He would never - he would never do that!”
Professor Odinson looked at you and smiled. “He is a lucky man that he has someone like you on his side.”
You looked at the ground, not wanting to give anything away with your eyes.
Professor Odinson spoke. “I don’t believe them, Freya. I think my brother capable of great mischief, but not evil.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “Then what do we do?”
“Well, there is one thing you must do. It is unfortunate, but mandatory,” he said.
“What is it?” you said.
Professor Odinson gestured for you to walk with him, so you both started heading down the hall. He was leading you towards Headmistress Frigga’s office. “They have traced the close contacts of my brother, and well...you have been spending a lot of your time under his supervision,” he said, then added hastily, “because of your detentions, of course. But the Minister of Magic wishes to meet with you right away.”
You stopped in your tracks. “Odin, your father? Wants to meet with me?”
Professor Odinson looked back at you and nodded. “He’s going to ask you some questions, and that will be all. I can escort you to the Headmistress’s office.”
An anxious sigh escaped your lips as you followed Professor Odinson through the halls and up the steps. Paintings followed you both and whispered to each other. Similarly, students continued to gawk at you and whisper amongst themselves. It was not that they were looking at you, or truly seeing you, but as if they made their judgements just by a glance and a rumor. You wondered if this was how Loki felt when he roamed the halls.
The door to Headmistress Frigga’s office was down the hall, and you saw a man standing outside as if he were on guard. Professor Odinson stopped you for a moment. “Freya, I have one more thing. I was told to give this to you. I do not know what it means, but if you know anything at all, you must tell me, please.” He handed you a small folded note.
You unfolded it and looked at the beautiful script. It was Loki’s handwriting. Your heart skipped a beat as you read it.
I am sorry for everything,
Love,
L.
Your heart sank into your belly, and your throat felt dry. You immediately knew what he was going to do and the countdown had started. All the time you thought you had, dissipated like smoke. Loki was going after the Tesseract. Your vision was going to come true. He was going to die.
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Writer notes:
HELLO I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD
Thank you to all of you being so supportive of my break, I took a little more time than I said I would, but it's been so awesome. I feel re-energized and am thoroughly excited to write the last leg of our tale :)
This chapter is a little shorter, we're easing into the climax of the story, so enjoy the tEnSiOn....and we are back babyyyyy.
Hello my lovelies! I’ve been writing weekly chapters of A Drop Of Poison since June! How crazy is that lol.
And I’d like to think that I’ve been very timely with my updates. That being said, I’m having a really crazy few weeks and won’t be able to update by this Wednesday. 😭. This is my fun side project which I do purely out of love and sometimes experience burnout and need a bit to get back into it.
So I’m going to update as soon as I can but it won’t be by Wednesday. Latest, it will be within 2 weeks.
You sat underneath the window of the hallway near Headmistress Frigga’s office and nodded.
Mo sat beside you, his head in his hands, staring at the floor. “I-I don’t believe this,” he said. “What kind of sick cunt would do this?”
Tears stung your eyes. “She wanted to tell me something,” you said, a sob emerging from your throat. But it was too late. She had been waiting all by herself. “She said she found something.”
Valkyrie spoke. “What?”
Just then, Professor Heimdall and Headmistress Frigga emerged from the curved staircase to her office. They stood in front of the three of you and you looked up at them. Their figures were blurry from your tears. You wiped your face and stood up, blinking.
Headmistress Frigga had a compassionate look on her face while Heimdall looked grave. “An unspeakable act has been committed and no student should ever have to witness such a crime,” she said, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. “I don’t know what is happening at Hogwarts, but the Ministry will be here to investigate who has murdered our beloved, Pom Clemmens. They will be brought to justice.”
You sniffled and held yourself together for the rest of the questioning. It may have been unwise to keep the nature of Pom’s research a secret, but you were no longer sure who to trust. It was not as if the teachers were keeping any of you safe; you thought.
After collecting your statement, the three of you went to the basement, where the statue of the old woman was; it was where you had found the invisibility cloak. You needed to be far away from prying eyes and from those who loved to gossip. Since the incident, everyone had now become accustomed to staring at you or even whispering about you as you passed. Word travelled lightning fast. Some whispered words of pity, others of blame. All of which disturbed you. You sat on the ground, cross-legged with your head in your hands.
“What did Pom find?” Valkyrie said, leaning against the statue. The old woman’s eyes were solid grey and somehow looked angry, as if she was tired of you.
“She was looking into the Dark One’s first child,” you said. “That’s all she told me, and then whatever she was going to tell me today.” Hot tears fell from your face. “She waited for me. Alone. This happened because of me.”
“No, Freya,” Mo said, reaching over and putting an arm around your shoulder. “Hogwarts is supposed to be safe.”
“You wouldn’t have known what would happen,” Valkyrie said.
You were suddenly so angry with yourself that you stood, unable to accept any comfort. “No! That’s the thing! I should have known what would happen!” you yelled. “Ever since we went to the forest, and I saw that...horrible beast...i-it’s like my visions have all been blocked out!” You squeezed the bridge of your nose; an ear-splitting headache settling in. “I should have seen it! I could have saved her,” you said, your voice breaking.
“Freya, you are not responsible for this,” said Valkyrie. “But you know how to stop it.” Her eyes were hard, but in an encouraging way.
You took a deep breath and collected yourself. “We need to find the Tesseract.”
Valkyrie nodded. “And I’m going to help you.”
Mo stood up straight. “So will I.”
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It was later in the evening after the ceremony in the Great Hall that was held for Pom. The hall had been coated with black fabric with all the house colours removed for mourning. You saw Ken, who was finally out of the infirmary, and he had spoken a few tearful words for his sister. Seeing him made you wonder about the awful bindings of fate, for one brother, to nearly die and be rescued by the sister he would soon lose to a fate worse than death.
The image of Pom’s head swinging in the hallway haunted you, along with the yellow eyes of Fenris. New nightmares would haunt you now. There was so much blood…Nausea swirled in your stomach and you pressed your knuckles into your temple.
You rapped on a familiar wooden door and it opened up to Loki’s room. He guided you inside and you sat down at the edge of his bed. He seemed zoned out and stared at the ground, unsure. A cup of tea came into view and he placed it in your hands. You thanked him and he sat down beside you, giving you some breathing space. He reached out with his hand and you took it.
“Freya, I’m so terribly sorry to hear about your friend Pom. She was one of the best students in my class, and had a bright future ahead of her,” he said. “It is a true loss that she’s gone.” His voice was low and remorseful.
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes again. The sip of tea was hot, but you forced it down even if it burned. You wanted to feel anything else but the despair that held tight to your chest.
“There’s something wrong with me,” you said, and immediately started crying. It would not stop. There was something in your mind that wanted you to stop. It wanted you to shut up, but for once, you could say what was on your mind without forgetting. “I can’t see any visions anymore. And I haven’t slept in weeks.”
Loki shifted close to you and laid an arm around your shoulders. His skin was cool to the touch. “You have seemed tired lately,” he said, as if he expected what you were saying. “I wondered if being in the forest had...upset you.”
You shook your head as fresh tears streamed down your face. “It’s not upsetting me, it’s haunting me! All I dream of is that horrible beast and the terrifying things he does. So much blood! There’s always so much blood! And now Pom...she’s dead, Loki. She’s dead.” The teacup slipped from your hands and fell to the floor with a high-pitched crash. You put your head in your hands and cried.
His hand rubbed your back, and you saw a green glow through the space between your fingers as he fixed the cup. You let out the feelings that had built up within you.
“I have something for you. It will help you sleep,” he said. He pulled out a bottle of a brown looking liquid and you took it carefully. .
He looked at the bottle as if it were an old friend that he had grown apart from. “The side effect is that it’ll dampen your abilities, not your regular magic, your visions. But seeing as they’ve been blocked out anyway, perhaps it won’t affect you too much. But you should be able to get some rest now.”
You realized this was the potion that Loki’s parents had given him all his youth. The fact that he had given this to you only made you more concerned about what was happening. But you trusted him and were desperate for some solace.
“Thank you,” you said, wiping your tears and standing up. “I’m sorry for being such a blubbery mess.” You laughed humorlessly.
He took you by the hand and crushed you to his body. “I’m sorry Freya, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You smelled warm lavender off of his grey shirt and drank it in.
You clutched him like that for a long time until he said, “stay here tonight. I don’t want you to be alone. Just fall asleep in my arms.”
I don’t want you to be alone.
Tears stung your eyes as you nodded into his chest.
He got the bed ready for you after you returned from the washroom and you sat on the edge and took a swig of the potion. It tasted somewhat sour, but you paid it no mind and sank into the bed. The mattress dipped beside you as Loki crawled underneath the covers. You smiled at him and you both shuffled close together. He put his arm around you as you laid down, and he planted a gentle kiss on your lips.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
You closed your eyes and felt his warm breath on your forehead. He caressed your head with his free hand and gently combed his fingers through your hair. Sleep came quickly, and you were plunged into darkness.
The hallways of Hogwarts were dark and empty. You walked through them, hearing only the soft patter of your bare feet on the stone. It was cold, and the stones felt almost wet against your skin.
You looked around and felt lost, though your body seemed to know where it was going. In your hand was the book, Spells for the Common House Cat.
Shadows crept up the walls and followed you around every corner. You shook your thoughts, trying to will yourself into moving, for you were no longer controlling your body.
“Wake up!” you shouted. Though your lips did not move.
“Freya, wake up!”
Your eyes opened, and you were standing in the dark hallway from your dream with only a few torchlights emitting a small glow nearly swallowed by the night. You shivered when you took another step and felt the cool stones on your feet. The book was in your hand and you yelped, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud.
“Freya!” a whisper-shout came from the end of the hall.
You jumped and nearly ran when you saw Loki with a worried expression and the Marauder’s Map in his hands. It showed tiny footsteps of you and him in the hallway, leading to the edge of the building.
“Loki?” You said in a raspy voice. “I-I don’t remember how I got here.”
He came closer and looked at your face to see if you were okay. “I woke up to find you were gone, and the door left ajar. I took the map and followed you here. Do you truly remember nothing?”
You shook your head, feeling dizzy. “Where does this go?” you said, looking down the dark hallway.
“It’s a back exit out of the castle...towards the Forbidden Forest,” he said, worriedly, but said nothing else.
He guided you back to his room and sat you in front of the fireplace to warm up. The windows were dark, and you wondered how late in the night it was. You sat clasping the book in your hands and had not even remembered when you picked it up again. Loki had said nothing about it until you held it out in front of you. Its spine was worn and the dark red leather had taken a malicious shine in the firelight.
“You had that book the night we had dinner with mother,” Loki said. Then his eyebrows drew together. “I don’t recall seeing you bring it into my room earlier.”
You stared at the fire, unblinking; flames licked the log and gradually turned the singed parts to ash. “I didn’t bring it. It follows me. I think that there’s something not right,” you said, and you threw the book into the fire. “Sorry Leah.”
Loki startled slightly but put a hand on your shoulder. “There are objects with enchantments that can act like a poison,” he said, as if he knew exactly what you were going through. “You must be careful what you allow to fill your mind.”
You rubbed your face with your hands, your head feeling a little clearer as the book burned in the fire. However, something about it kept you ill at ease. The weight in the bottom of your stomach grew heavier and heavier, but Loki’s cool hand on your shoulder eased the burden slightly. You leaned your head on his hand and nuzzled it. He caressed your head and then stroked your cheek with his thumb. His eyes were tired, but they seemed to twinkle for you.
Standing up, you took his hand. Your heart thumped in your chest from the sleepwalking. You could not bear any more images of death, dark hallways, bright yellow eyes, or blood. When you closed your eyes now, a flash of horrible images went through in succession like a hellish slideshow. You glanced back at the fireplace, afraid, but the book burned fast; its pages curled inwards like a papery spider.
Loki went and laid on the bed and you turned to him with a needful look in your eyes. You needed to feel something other than fear and despair. So, you climbed atop him, straddling his hips. Your hair fell around his face and he smiled at you softly, earnestly. You leaned in and kissed him, tenderly at first. He cupped your face with his hand and stroked your cheek as you deepened the kiss.
You moved your body against his and felt him respond in kind. His hands moved to your waist and his tongue slid against your lips. You moaned softly and crushed your face to his as he squeezed your hips and urged you closer. Only to catch your breath, you rose from his mouth, and he took that opportunity to flip you over on top of him. He remained as he did before, but you now faced him with your back arched on top of him. His breath was hot in your ear.
“Now I can touch you,” he said in a low voice as his hands explored your body. You unbuttoned your shirt and sucked in your breath when he cupped your breast.
You felt his erection grow larger and larger against your rear as you rocked against his hips. He groaned and sucked on your earlobe as he placed both his hands on your breasts and pinched your nipples. You were extremely sensitive and arched your back as your legs spread of their own volition.
“Loki,” you said with a moan.
One of his hands drifted down your stomach, and flipped up your skirt. He slid a hand under your panties and moved his fingers down your slit. It was one smooth movement that made you shudder with pleasure. You were soaking wet as he rubbed your clit up and down slowly.
His touch was light as a feather until you could not take it. He then inserted two fingers, and you gasped with pleasure. As he pumped in and out, his other hand continued to play with your breasts, pinching them and teasing them. You turned your head toward him, reaching up to his mouth. He claimed your mouth with his and bit your bottom lip. You began to grind against his fingers as he fingered you, and you snuck a hand behind your back, moving down to his trousers.
With some careful movement and finger magic, you were able to undo the button of his pants and free his member. He uttered a low grunt when you pumped your hand up and down. The angle was slightly difficult at first for your arm, but you moved over a couple of inches and it was perfect. Each time you rubbed your body against his, you pumped his shaft as he filled you with his fingers. It was the most erotic thing you had experienced thus far; your body was completely exposed, as he had your way with you. The feeling of his thick warm cock around your hand felt so right.
As Loki fingered you, his wrist bumped your clit in perfect unison and you moaned into his mouth. Your movements matched his, and soon both of you were in perfect harmony, every thrust and movement matched to one another. Your hand pumped up and down as he went in and out. He groaned and pulled at your lip with his teeth, just enough to be pleasurably painful.
The combination of his fingers inside you, his hand on your breasts and his tongue shoved deep into your mouth propelled you over the edge. It felt like you were falling and screamed his name as you came, and he held you through every shudder, every ripple, and every gasp. Your hand moved intensely fast while gripping his shaft, and Loki grunted as he came. You felt a wet warmth against your back.
Your hair tangled into his and stuck to the side of your face with sweat. The both of you were a mess of limbs, fluids and sheets, but none of that mattered. You slid off to rest beside him, and he took your face into his hands, staring you deep in the eyes.
There was nothing to be said, but you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours. You were not speaking with words, but with something more. Something intimate. In his gaze were a number of things: satisfaction, happiness, fear, and perhaps a hint of shame. You wondered what he was thinking, as usual, but knew you would never have the answer to that question. But the way he held you was enough.
Warnings: s m u t ! ! ....also gore/blood (non-sexual)
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The week had passed slowly and miserably. The weather had taken a turn from being misty to frosty and cold. It was a chilling Saturday evening when you opened your eyes after a long nap and felt the crispness of winter frost clinging to your skin. Your room was absolutely freezing, and you realized your window was open. You had not even remembered opening it, but shut the damned thing and went to change. Rubbing your eyes, you lazily put on your shirt, not bothering with a bra, and slid on your skirt and socks. From the fatigue you felt, you wondered if you had even gotten any sleep, but it was a blessing that you at least did not remember your nightmares this time. You could pretend things were normal for a second.
Your classes throughout the week had been exercises in the buddy system, safety protocols, and the place where you heard horrible gossip about Hogwarts being shut down. That idea scared you; even if you were nearly done with school. The thought of a poor witch or wizard never having the chance of attending Hogwarts did not sit with you at all. The Ministry was scheduled to arrive for an official investigation and you wondered if they would end up being just as useless as the other teachers.
Valkyrie had spent the first weekend after the ball with you, but then Professor Odinson finally gained consciousness. Since then, Valkyrie practically went missing. Though you did not blame her. If something like that happened to Professor Laufeyson you would be with him in a heartbeat. The thought of him lifted your spirits, because today was the day he returned. And tonight was the night you were to pick up your detentions with him and so you spent the rest of the hour snacking on leftover oatmeal cookies and reading “The Dream Oracle”, and then headed onward to the potions classroom.
As you exited the common room, the head boy stopped you, holding a pile of letters. “Eves, you’ve got mail,” he said, handing you a note. You opened up the note in the hallway as you walked. It was a single line, scrawled in a dash, from Pom.
Meet me in the library tomorrow morning. I found something!
You wondered what it was she found and hoped it was more useful than what she looked up before. Most of what she had found was already what people knew. You went to the library with her once during the week, but spending all day reading dusty historical articles was much past your attention span. You put the note in your pocket and filed it away in your mind as a later task.
The halls were dimmer than usual as you walked past the Slytherin common room. There was a chill in the air and you pulled your black cardigan higher around your chest. It felt as if the nights had been growing longer and darker and it was unsettling. You approached the entrance to the potions classroom and walked inside. It felt barren. You glanced around and walked to the front desk. There was a parchment paper note.
Dear Freya,
Henceforth, your detentions will be conducted by Professor Heimdall.
Professor Laufeyson
You blinked several times, re-reading the message, trying to comprehend what it meant. The tiny bubble of happiness that you had amidst all the horror suddenly popped and you felt your feet sinking into the floor. No, you thought. No!
This man did not just get to leave for an entire week and then avoid you without a conversation. Something was wrong, you felt it. So, you climbed up the stairs of his tower, towards his office and knocked on the door. There was no answer. You tried to open it and found the door locked. Upon waving your wand and uttering a quick charm, you entered his chambers and saw Professor Laufeyson hunched over his desk. His face was gaunt, and he had purple bruising and dark circles around his eyes. He was an extraordinarily handsome man, but even he looked exhausted and almost...beaten down. His eyes widened when he saw you, and then he immediately put on a mask of annoyance.
“Is it customary for you to break into your teacher’s offices?”
“What is this?” You said, holding up the note.
“I assume you’ve read it,” he said, folding his hands on the table. “Freya, I cannot continue your detentions. I have a lot of work to do, and you’re...distracting.”
You felt your stomach drop. With a gulp, you swallowed your despair and fought it. “No.”
He glanced up at you, puzzled. “What do you mean, no?”
You walked up to him, around his desk and leaned on the table, looking down at him. “I mean, whatever is going on, I’m not leaving.”
There was a crack in the mask as he looked at you with the utmost longing. His fingers bent slightly on the table and he sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m not right, Freya. I’m...I’m not good.”
You reached over to stroke his arm but he pushed you away and stood up, chair knocked to the ground. He walked towards the window and rubbed his face with both hands. His hair was a mess, and it looked uncharacteristically unkempt. “Don’t you see! They’re all right about me...you should stay away, I’ll only drag you down in this mess!” He said, waving his arms as he spoke. Though, it was more so yelling at this point.
You felt fire in your belly. “I don’t care what they say, don’t you understand? I may not see the entire picture, but I see you! I lo- ”
“I’m not good for you,” he said, his voice nearly cracking in the end. He leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You’re not a potion or an antidote,” you said, walking up to him and putting your hands on his chest. “You’re a person, and people are both good and bad.” He did not fight you this time when you put your arms around his neck and hugged him. “I want you,” you said gently.
He stayed still first at first, then gradually his arms came up around your waist and squeezed tightly. You whispered in his ear, “I don’t know what happened to you this week and I will not ask, but I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make it better,” you said.
You heard the tiniest sniffle come from above your head as he squeezed you with such vigour that you almost lost your breath. His hands came up behind you and he leaned back, catching your mouth with his. His kiss was desperate and deep. He dug into your mouth with his tongue and you let him inside, thrashing and wild. It was sloppy and wet, nothing like the usual composure he had.
He bit your lip and pulled with his teeth, a low moan coming from the back of his throat. Heat coursed over your skin and desire emanated inside, and you felt all your thoughts melt away into the moment. Unbuttoning his shirt, you felt the soft skin underneath. When you moved down to kiss his neck and chest, you noticed the fair colour of his skin speckled with purple and blue bruises. You nearly gasped but kept yourself quiet, not wanting to distract from the moment.
“I’m going to make it better,” you said as you kissed down his stomach and knelt on the ground. You looked up at him and he gazed at you with delicate eyes, as if one harsh blow would shatter them. He leaned back on the wall as you unzipped his trousers and pulled them down and off. The hard mass underneath his black boxer briefs was intimidating, but also made your breathing quicken and chest tighten. You rubbed his hardness and looked at him. His eyes were closed as he leaned back and tried to contain himself. No, that would not do. You wanted him undone.
You removed his underwear and gaped at the enormous erection that faced you. This was not anything you had ever dealt with before, but you recalled the advice Valkyrie gave you during your many sleepovers and the things you had seen in adult rated media. With a deep breath, you grabbed his cock and pumped your hand up and down.
A small groan escaped Professor Laufeyson’s lips, and you smiled. A bead of moisture trickled down his member, and you got closer, curious, and licked it. It was bitter and slightly salty, though you had certainly tasted worse. So you licked him from the base, up to the tip. You felt a shudder course through him and heard a sharp intake of breath. A small smile came to your lips at the power you felt, for it was usually him that held all the cards.
You licked your palm and curled your hand around his shaft, running your hand up and down. After a few more licks of the tip, you opened your mouth wide and took him inside. You did not know what it would feel like, taking him with your mouth, but it was far more pleasurable than you thought. His cock stretched your mouth wide as you bobbed your head up and down, following the movements of your hand. You felt his hand on your head, tangling in the hair, as he panted.
“Freya,” he sighed your name, and you took him deeper.
You kept your hand along the base and sucked with your mouth, flicking the tip of his cock with your tongue whenever you went back. He gripped your hair harder, and you felt your core awaken with a new desire. You wanted him inside you. Like all your fantasies before. The pumping took on a rhythmic fashion, and you tried to take him even deeper. You choked slightly and made a loud slurping sound. Reflexively, you were terribly embarrassed, but then you heard him moan in pleasure. He put hands on your shoulders and pushed you off of him gently. His erection was shining with your saliva and a string remained attached from the tip to your lips.
You looked up at him, questioning. He smiled at you and lifted you up. “Thank you,” he said.
“But you’re not finished,” you said, pointing at his ever hardened form.
“Oh no, I’m not,” he said. His gaze narrowed and then you saw the dangerous man that people had warned you about. He threw you a greedy smirk that should have unnerved you, but made your core ache to be touched. He removed his shirt and now stood before you, gloriously naked.
He backed you onto his desk, and with one sweeping motion, knocked everything to the floor with a crash. You jumped onto the empty desk as he leaned over and kissed you with a crazed passion. His hands flew to your breasts, and he squeezed them through the fabric of your shirt. You moaned in his mouth and he ripped your shirt open, popping the buttons off and revealing your breasts. You were going to chastise him for ruining your clothes when he clamped a mouth over your nipple and all words left you. Pleasure rippled over your body as he sucked on one nipple and pinched the other.
You laid back on the table, moaning, as he stood over you and played with your breasts. He moved his mouth over to the other breast and his hand moved down your stomach and over your skirt. Flipping your skirt up, he reached for the waistband of your panties and pulled them off.
Before you could breathe again, he shoved two fingers inside you and you gasped at the sudden intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out, hard and fast and you nearly came then. You arched your back and he rubbed your clit with his thumb as he fingered you with one hand and played with your breast with the other. You felt his eyes watching you and though you typically got nervous from his gaze, this time, it only aroused you more.
He pulled out his fingers from inside you and looked at them with a hungry expression. He licked his fingers clean, looking you right in the eyes; it was such a lewd display but you could not look away. He then leaned over you, with one hand placed beside your head to support himself as he guided his member to your entrance.
“Are you ready?” he said, far more tender than you had ever heard him speak.
“Yes, master,” No sooner had the words come out, that he entered you. You gasped as pain flooded your senses, but he was gentle; slowly moving inch by inch while you adjusted to his size. Once he entered all the way to the hilt, he began moving in and out and you gasped at how the pain transformed into infinite pleasure.
“Loki,” you cried out. His thrusts became harder.
“Say my name,” he said with a grunt, “say my name when you come.”
“Loki!” you moaned, and he lifted your legs over his shoulders, thrusting into you harder and faster.
His length filled you up and slammed against you while you writhed in pleasure. He palmed your breast as he pounded into you and then moved his other hand to your clit. He licked his thumb and rubbed it to match each stroke as he entered you. You threw your head back, hitting it on the table, and cried out from the pleasure. Every thrust took you closer to the stratosphere.
Your orgasm was powerful and loud as you screamed his name and he continued to thrust himself inside. Your legs slid off his shoulders and he held onto them at his sides as he plunged inside you. You leaned up onto your elbows to kiss him and wrapped your arms around his neck as he shoved his tongue down your throat. This new angle allowed him to grip your waist and pound into you harder. You held your arms around his neck tightly as both of you kissed and moaned into each other's open mouths. With each thrust, you moved further away from being two entities, but fused into one.
He groaned as his orgasm approached. “Fuck,” he hissed as he came inside of you and you both gasped at the feeling of his release. You stayed tightly in each other's arms for several seconds as you took in each of his aftershocks.
After several seconds of stillness, you looked up at him, pulling your shirt around your breasts, suddenly shy. His face shone from the sweat that developed over his skin and the colour had returned to his face, for he was completely flushed. He waved his hand and with a swish, and the fluids were cleaned up and gone. He leaned into you and kissed you slowly. “You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature,” he said, pulling your shirt open again to expose your breasts.
You smiled against his mouth and kissed him. “Do you feel better?”
He chuckled. “Unreservedly,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Absolutely,” he said, kissing the other one. “Utterly.” A kiss on the nose. “Unquestionably.” A kiss on the chin, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he descended with kisses.
The man knew a lot more words.
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Blood. Hungry. Flesh.
You observed the castle from the edge of the forest. So many warm bodies, so much meat.
Blood. Hungry. Flesh.
You awoke in your bed and stretched out with a yawn. This time, you had no recollection of your dreams and even felt a little more awake than usual. Your body was sore, but in a good “I just had sex” kind of way. You giggled to yourself and could not stop smiling. The first thought that popped into your mind was to update your girlfriends, Valkyrie first of course, and then your second thought was when would it happen again. He had blown your desire wide open, and you wondered if that scared but excited feeling would ever go away.
After taking a quick shower, you got dressed and went to the Great Hall. There were pumpkins in the ceiling still and you realized it was Halloween. The school was normally quite jovial for the occasion, but given all the circumstances, there was not much to celebrate. You stuffed a large slice of syrupy waffle into your mouth and chewed it slowly. Despite everything else going on, today your breakfast tasted better than usual. You thought about Loki’s mouth...in all the right places and sighed.
“What are you smiling about?” Mo said, sliding into the seat beside you.
You smiled wider, “nothing.”
He raised his brows, as if he already knew why. He took your banana muffin and ate it. “Have you seen Nila yet?”
You shook your head. “Why?”
“I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend,” he said with a bashful smile.
You beamed at the sweetness of your friend. “If I see her, I’ll tell her you’re looking for her. Oh, shit!” you blinked and stuffed another bite of waffles in your mouth. “I have to go see Pom!” you said with your mouth full. You had completely forgotten in all the post sex high.
You checked your watch, and it was nearly eleven thirty. Hopefully Pom had not been waiting too long. The library was empty when you entered it, and completely silent save for the librarian organizing books at the front with a large cart. She waved her wand and removed the books from the top row several feet above her, and replaced them with the ones from her cart. She barely looked at you when you said “good morning”, and so you continued to look around for Pom.
The tables were all empty. Even the table she had reserved and covered with books upon books of her research was empty. You walked through the aisles and still could not find her. Returning to the front, you asked the librarian if she had seen Pom.
“She was here all morning since about six, then she left an hour ago,” she said.
Six in the morning? Oh shit, Pom’s going to be mad. Though you knew Pom was too sweet to be mad, and that made you feel even more guilty. But the girl could have added a time at least...
You puzzled as you exited the library and walked around the corner. There was a strange smell that hit you, and it was a familiar one. Anxiety knotted in your stomach as you followed the scent down the hall and then utter dread hit when you realized what you were smelling. It was blood.
There were little drops on the floor every few steps, and it eventually thickened into a trail which led you around the corner. When you turned the corner, there was a pool of blood, and you screamed when you looked up, falling backwards onto the floor. You felt sick to your stomach.
There was a message, written in blood:
Her skeleton will rot in this castle…
This time it was not rat blood. A sob ached in your chest as you fell onto your side and threw up while Pom’s head swung from a rope in the ceiling, blood dripping onto the floor.
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