Soul Mate for Loki

Lady Countryrose

Chapter 1

"I fear for Loki," stated a woman in fine silk robes. Who was pacing in front of a great golden throne. "Everyone loves our beloved son, Thor. But Loki is stuck in the shadows of his brother's greatness."

The man on the throne looked bored. But he knew that his wife would not say anything. Not unless she was unhappy about something.

"What would you ask from this aging king, Freya?" The older looking man leaned onto his fist, holding onto his staff. He huffed, "I know Loki has been troubling. But why can't you allow things to work on their own?"

The woman stopped pacing and turned to glare at the man above her. "Your sole focus has been Thor and hardly Loki." Her elegant hands rolled up into fits. "As a father, you should focus on both of them. Not just one!"

He gave a thoughtful look but did not say a word.

"Odin please," she begged. "At least find someone who can make our son happy."

The man huffed before getting onto his feet. He descended on the steps before him. He stopped when he was able to look into his wife's eyes.

"Will this make you happy?" He sighed, trying to get to the root of the issue.

"Please, Odin. Ask the seers for his destined soul mate."

The man growled but smiled none the less. "Loki must be one lucky son to have a bear of a mother like you, Freya." He kissed her cheek before heading towards the outer doors.

"And you better not forget it."

Odin chuckled but kept on moving away from his throne room. He knew deep down that his wife was right. 'Why didn't I see it sooner?'

On the way to the chamber of the seers. He ran into Thor and Loki, which the two looked like they were up to no good. "What pray tell are the of you, up to?"

"Father," bellowed Thor in his thunderous voice. "Loki and I plan to go off world . . ."

"Not today you're not," he growled at his two sons. Causing the two to look at their father with popped open eyes. "Your mother has requested for a family dinner, tonight."

His one eye passing between the two. Odin knew that when he spoke of their mother, they listened more. Whatever adventures they were about to do, had been halted by his simple phrase.

"Come Loki," sighed Odin. He had seen the dark-haired boy become more downhearted than Thor. Realizing it was time that he needed to have some words with him. "Your mother asked me to see the seers on your behalf. You might as well come along."

"What about me father," asked the blonde haired spirit of a boy.

Odin shook his head. "Not, this time, Thor."

Odin wrapped an arm around Loki, steering him away from Thor. Causing the dark haired boy to raise his eyebrows. "This must be serious?" His emerald green eyes were open wide in wonder towards his father.

"Loki," the man struggled to find the words he needed to say but was having trouble to do so. "I know I have not been fair to you for all of your life." He closed his briefly. "Freya had some words with me."

"Father . . ."

Odin raised his hand with the staff to get his word in. "Let me speak. It's not fair that I've favored Thor above you." He shook his head. "You see, he is destined for the Asgardian throne."

He turned his one eye to the young man next to him. "You were destined for another throne before you became my son. But your blood father was about to leave you to die. All because you were sickly in his eyes." With a stern look on his face, he went on. "You will always be known to be my son. Don't ever forget that, Loki."

Loki looked like he was going to ask something about the line of his birth. But choose something else to say. "Why are we seeing the seers, father?"

Odin smiled. "Your mother wants to know your soul mate and where to find her."

"But you told us not to the mettle in that."

"I know," the king smiled to his son. "But this is my way of saying sorry."

The two of them found themselves in a secluded part the castle. Where few dare to wonder and hardly ever go. Odin opened a great oaken set of doors, to a chamber full of smoke bubbling cauldron. A figure stood over it with a cover coak.

"Your majesty, how can I help you?" Spoke the nondescript voice of the figure.

The king left his son a few feet from the door and walked near the figure. "Seer, I need you to see into Loki Odinson's destiny and find his soulmate."

The voice spoke out from the figure before them. "Once learned, it must not be undone. Whoever it is, you must not hinder in their way. For the will of such magic should not be taken lightly."

The figure turned towards them but they could not tell if the person was a man or woman. "Fear not my king, your son will have eternal happiness."

Odin turned towards Loki. "What say you?"

The young man looked like he was thinking about his choices before he opened his mouth. "I would like to know, father."

"Come," spoke the figure. Waving its hands for them to step towards the cauldron. "You shall see the highlights of this person's life. First, I must ask a drop of your blood, young lord."

Loki took out his dagger and pricked his finger. He looked up and saw a finger pointed towards the bubbling smoke. He glided his hand over it, turning his hand. Squeezing the blood out, allowing it to drop. He jumped away when the smoke rose up before the cauldron became clear before them.

Before them was a young girl in black robes and a red and gold tie. With a red looking shield and a gold lion on the said robes. She had massive bushy hair and warm brown eyes.

"Who is she? I see magic pouring out of her." Loki spoke with wonder in his voice.

Odin raised his hand towards his chin, rubbing it in thought. "Where is she?"

"Hermione Granger of Midgard," answered the figure.

Odin looked like he had swallowed something that he did not like. But kept watching as things had passed on by. He knew Midgard well but feared on the outcome of such a relationship.

They watched the girl faced many things as she grow up. From facing a three-headed dog. A boy calling her an awful name, stoned by a snake, and much more up to her torture with a mad crazy woman. All because she was friends with the world's appointed hero.

"That settles it," growled the king. "Where is she now?"

"Still with the mad woman."

"Bring her here," hissed Odin to the figure. "I don't care how it's done but make it so."

The figure sighed. "I'll have to implant a memory, to her and her friends. Indicating her greater need to be here and allow all to move on."

"Then make it so," stated Odin before turning and marching out of the chamber.

"You must leave young lord, Loki."

The young man sighed but understood why he needed to leave. He turned towards the figure. "Please, help her."

"I will."

Then Loki left the figure alone. Who turned on the spot and made it the rainbow bridge, where it was giving safe passage into Midgard. From there the figure swift in a cloud of smoke, freezing all into their places. It waved its hands over everyone's memories.

The Death Eaters had a memory of having Hermione but was whisked away by her pent up magic. Her friends have a memory of her saying that if anything happened to her, just go on and end the war. Hermione herself was called by her magic to be lead to Asgard. It knew that it was something that Hermione would have done, even to find something to end the war.

The figure came back to Hermione, just as it picked up the young girl. It whispered, "Rest now, Hermione Granger. Your future is much brighter than your past."

The figure carried Hermione out of Malfoy Manor, where it was able to call on Heimdall, the man of the other side. Where the bridge came down and carried them away.