Serpent

Loki grumbled to himself, all I did was try to take over Midgard, why do I have to be an eleven year old again?

One week ago, Odin had decided on a punishment for Loki that didn't involve his execution. Loki, along with Thor, would be sent to a school for magic, where Loki wouldn't be looked down upon for his abilities. Thor was going along too, as to keep Loki in line, and he refused otherwise. Now they were on board of the Hogwarts express, ready to begin their new school life.

Thor, with Loki in tow, found an empty compartment for the brothers to sit in. Loki grumbled again, but put his case away next to Thor's. Two other boys, a ginger and a small black haired boy, came in next. "Mind if we sit here?" the ginger one asked. "Not at all!" replied Thor, a stupid grin sneaking up on his face. Loki groaned at his brother's face. The black haired one read the names on their cases, Thor Odinson and Loki Laufeyson, and then proceeded to introduce him. "My name is Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley." He stated with a cheeky grin. The blonde one looked even happier that they had greeted him, and continued to smile. "My name is Thor, and this is my brother, Loki." If possible, Loki was even grumpier at Thor calling him brother. "For the last time Thor, I'm not your brother." He stated, venom seeping into his voice at his every word. Thor was saddened by this proclamation, but his retort was interrupted by a frizzy brunette with a pudgy boy in tow, asking them if any of them had seen a toad.

The girl looked over all of them, the tall, lanky ginger, face covered with freckles, and hazel eyes filled with curiosity. The painfully skinny black haired boy with glasses and a scar, and vibrant green eyes, who seemed to know suffering more than most. The somewhat thick blonde, body well built, and blue eyes filled with love for his family, and the last one, a slender black haired boy, his hair slicked back in a manner suiting him, green eyes full of mischief, not one to cross on any circumstance.

"My name is Hermonie Granger." She stated pompously. The ginger had his wand out, over his mangy rat, something Hermonie couldn't just ignore. "Are you doing magic?" she questioned "Well then, let's see it!" she demanded, getting on Loki's nerves. Thor, recognizing the look in Loki's eye, whispered in his ear "No Brother, no!" Loki, however, ignored his brother's pleads. As Ron began to chant his spell, Loki changed the girl's hair to yellow instead of the rat. As she began to placate the poor redhead, a snicker came from behind, one not belonging to anyone in the cart. The malicious laughter came from a pale haired blonde boy, his hair slicked back in a similar manner to Loki's. His cold blue eyes told of no mercy, but also that they contained cowardice.

"HA! You can't even do a spell right. By the way, the mudblood's hair is a major improvement." He snickered "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. And you, Harry Potter, could do so much better than a Weasley or Mudbloods. Loki, still fuming inside, then decided it would be appropriate to give this annoying mortal a blue afro, with matching eyebrows. Everyone in the cart save Loki broke into unbearable laughter. Loki just looked smug. Draco, catching sight of him in a mirror, fled the room. Slowly, Hermonie's hair returned to its original state, save it was slightly smoother than before. Stifling her laughter, Hermonie turned to look at Loki. "Did you do that?" she questioned. Loki replied with an abrupt "Of course." Looking like he was to be ridiculed, he braced for impact that never came. "That was very good." She complimented. So this school was for magic. What sort of punishment was Odin trying to pull?

"Well, we are almost at Hogwarts. You should get in your robes." Hermonie stated kindly. Ron and Harry were still laughing at the look on Malfoy's face. Loki, upon grabbing his clothes, stalked out of the compartment. About ten minutes later, when the boy's laughter had worn off, Loki reappeared, looking quite regal in his robes. The others rushed out in one mad dash to get dressed before they reached the school.

Thor and Loki found the giant man that was to lead them to the school. Evidently, they were to take boats. Thor was excited at this prospect, proclaiming "BROTHER! THIS BOAT SHALL BE OURS!" Loki sighed at his brother's antics, but climbed in the boat with him, along with the two boys from the train. Loki found the castle very pretty indeed, as well as everyone else. Arriving at the school, the students were told to wait until they were ready to be sorted. He overheard Ron saying something about a painful test. Pitiful mortals, afraid of a little pain. Then the resident ghosts decided to appear to the first years, walking straight through Loki and Thor. Loki felt better after the cold, but Thor was shivering uncontrollably. After listening to the ghosts blathering on and on, a stern looking witch opened the doors to the great hall, inviting them in to be sorted.

Loki hardly paid any attention to the others being sorted. The woman called "Laufeyson, Loki" and he went up to the hat on the stool, and placed it on his head. Hmmm… the hat wondered. You are brave, cunning, intelligent, and loyal. Deciding a house for you will certainly be a challenge. However, I think the best match for you would be in SLYTHERIN! The hat bellowed. Loki got up off the stool and walked over to the green table, where the pale haired boy sat as well. Loki waited for his brother to be sorted, ignoring Draco completely, who was babbling off to his side, something about cursing that filthy mudblood.

As Thor went up, the second the hat touched his head it screamed GRYFFINDOR! Thor went proudly to the red table. The two boys and girl from the train were also in Gryffindor with Thor. As the last person was sorted, the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, went up to say a few words of wisdom which went along the lines of "Bingle-Bongle Dingle-Dangle Yickedy-Do Yickedy-Da Ping-Pong Lippy-Tappy-To-Ta." Malfoy muttered something about the school going to the dogs, which Loki ignored once again. The once empty golden plates were now laden with food. Loki took a little bit of everything, unlike Thor, who was piling his plate high with a little bit of drool on his face. Loki smirked at him. The fool.

Later, in the Slytherin common room, Loki was relaxing on his bed. Malfoy walked in with his two thugs, Crabbe and Goyle. Loki glared at them from his perch. "So, Laufeyson, what's a mudblood like yourself doing in Slytherin?" Malfoy sneered. Loki grinned and turned Malfoy's hair frizzy and green, as well as his eyelashes. His goons had pink. Snickers erupted in the room at their hair color. Malfoy fumed. "Just wait until my father hears about this!" he growled, storming out. Pitiful mortal. Loki grinned one last time, and went to sleep.

Loki was awoken by some overly eager student practically screaming in his face to wake up. "HELLO FELLOW SLYTHERIN! TODAY IS A GOOD DAY! GET UP!" Loki growled an inhuman growl, causing the Slytherin to possibly soil himself. "Get out or I will carve your flesh off your bones and incinerate them into dust beneath my boots like the inferior creature you are." Loki hissed. The soiled child scurried off after that remark. Grumbling to himself, he slowly rose out of bed, and carried himself to the Great Hall for breakfast. It's not even a Great Hall; it's a Dining Hall, stupid mortals. Loki thought.

Harry was enjoying his breakfast with Ron and Thor, when a soiled and sobbing Slytherin came running through the Great Hall, who then proceeded to hide under a table. Harry's mouth hung open; he had never seen a Slytherin scared and hiding under a table. Looking for the cause of the traumatized Slytherin, Harry spotted Loki marching in, looking pretty ticked, in Harry's opinion. The terrified Slytherin took one look at Loki and simply fainted. So it was all Loki's doing Harry thought. What could he have possibly done to make that Slytherin so scared?

Thor was completely overjoyed when Loki entered the Great Hall, rushing in to give him the biggest of bear hugs. "Brother!" Thor called out, joyful, "I have missed you most dearly!" Loki was visibly unhappy by this predicament. "Thor," he said, pushing him away, "I saw you yesterday, and I'm not your brother." He hissed. Thor was visibly saddened by Loki's demeanor. "Loki, we grew up together. We will always be brothers." Thor replied, holding onto his brother's shoulders. "No," Loki growled, "We never were." Loki sauntered away to the green table, never once looking back at Thor.

The greasy haired teacher, Snape, walked over to his precious serpents. "Have you all gotten your schedules?" he murmured ominously. "I would assume not as you haven't given them to us." Loki retorted, still angry over his brother. "Then check your pockets." Snape hissed. Loki did, and to his surprise, there was the schedule. Ignoring the teacher once again, Loki read over his schedule. Oh no, they had potions with Gryffindor. That means Thor. Loki groaned in anticipation. Thor would probably do something extremely foolish to win back his affection, which would never work. It wouldn't end well.

All too soon, potions arrived. Loki was the first to arrive, which showed him that most people didn't care too much for the class. Outside the classroom, loud, thundering steps were sounding. The others looked scared, while Loki just braced for impact. Thor bound into the room, proclaiming "BROTHER! WE SHARE THE SAME CLASS!" Loki sighed into the crook of his arm. After Thor came in Harry, Ron and Hermonie, all barely came in on time, save Hermonie. Sitting at seats together, they all started to whisper about him. Thor, of course, decided to sit by Loki, as Loki was the only one sitting alone. Professor Snape decided then to saunter in, and torment the clueless Potter. Loki, fighting boredom, decided to turn Malfoy into a weasel for no apparent reason. Let's just say the sudden appearance of a pure white weasel in the middle of class certainly surprised Snape.

Malfoy, now returned to his regular human form thanks to Professor McGonagall, stared a Loki with a rage that would put Chuck Norris to shame. "Just you wait until my father hears about this." He hissed, trying to intimidate Loki. Loki, of course, was unimpressed. Loki simply ignored him, and went to his bed, not knowing of the horrors the next day presented.

A/N: If you are seeing this it means you actually bothered to read this. Thank you for supporting me. Ideas are always welcome, even if I don't use them. If you review this I will be even happier and will probably start dancing with joy. I don't really know what is going to happen next, so I would appreciate it greatly if you could give me some hints. Thanks!

Luv,

Ella