Soul Mate for Loki

Lady Countryrose

Ch. 16

At the great dining hall. Where everyone was gathered for the celebration of the marriage of Hermione and Loki. They had just walked in when the masses had stood upon their feet cheering for the two of them. Just before their feet had guided them down the stairs. Once they had reached the floor. A woman with long blonde hair and brown eyes came rushing towards Hermione and hugged her.

"Congratulations, Hermione," the woman gasped. When she pulled herself away, smiling for the newly made princess. "I'm sorry to do this to you, cousin. But I have to get going. You know...jumping through worlds…"

Loki glanced at his bride, with a raised eyebrow. "Cousin…? World jumping…?"

Hermione blushed as she glanced at her husband. "Loki, this is my cousin Lucy. She doesn't live anywhere near...here. Or...even the Midgard that you know…" She glanced towards Lucy with what looked like 'HELP' from her eyes.

Lucy blushed, "I guess I should call for my Loke." Causing Loki to give a sorrow look on his face. She turned and hissed, "Loke!"

A man came rushing towards them with ginger hair that looked to be a lion's mane and ears. "Leo," asked Loki with a tone of disbelief in his voice. "Where did you pop up from?"

"Loki," grinned the ginger-haired man. "I see that you've my princess...Lucy." He waved his hand towards the blonde next to him.

Loki the prince of Asgard gave a stern look. "Alright Leo," his voice carried enough authority that he wanted answers for. "What is this about you going around with my name?"

"That's not true, I'm running around with an 'e' to the name, not an 'i'. So in that retrospect, I'm not running around with your name." He crossed his arms, trying to puff up his chest in doing so. "Otherwise, where I'm from. No one has heard of you."

"You want a bet," stated the prince. "What are you doing these days, anyway. Last I heard, father sent you on an ambassador run…"

Lucy and Hermione were glanced at each other men, as they talked. Trying to keep up with the conversation with one another. They found it...a bit entertaining for the likes of the girls.

"Well," Loke rubbed the back of his neck. "I've got roped into...being one of Lucy's knights."

"More like my celestial keys is more like it." Lucy glanced at Hermione with a smile. "You know you've told me that you weld magic with your...wand. I do the same with keys...but these keys bring out beings to help me fight."

"Oh," Hermione glanced towards Leo with a knowing look. "So in all reality, your magic...brings out knights that your magic feeds them to stay in your world. Which gives them energy to fight...with you?"

"Yes," Lucy smiled wholeheartedly. "That is exactly it, Hermione."

Loki laughed as he glanced at the lion man. "You're...a puppet!" He laughed some more, trying to keep himself from standing. "This is father's doing?!"

"Yes and no," growled the ginger-haired man. Causing the two women to jump back a bit. "I was sent there by your father's orders to make sure we had a...peace treaty with the King of the Stars." He closed his eyes for a moment, before glaring at Loki. "My job is to be their Celestial Leo, the Lion Constellation. I act as a knight to whoever is the welder of the key."

"How long do you have to work for him?"

"Well," Leo thought about it for a moment. "Since...Lucy saved my life a while back… I would have to say, I have a few more generations of her Earthland time. Before I'm able to come back…."

Lucy blushed. "Yeah...he nearly had gotten himself killed before I stepped in…" She glanced towards the ginger-haired male with a fond smile. "I wouldn't know what I've done without him...since he's been saving my life ever since."

Hermione sighed, "Thanks for coming, Lucy. I know it was hard...to walk away from your friends for a while. But it means a lot that you've come."

Lucy glanced towards the terrace, where they were able to see the stars. "Speaking of which, we have to go. Otherwise, I don't think Natsu would allow me to come again… Even if you wanted me to or not."

Leo gave Loki a smirk. "Have fun kids...don't stay up...all night." He wrapped his arm around Lucy's back before he sparkled them out of existence.

Loki turned to his bride with a worried look. "It's strange...how your cousin knows...someone that I've grown up with." He shook his head in wonder. "Is the universe...truly that small?"

Hermione giggled, seeing that Loki was either impressed or simply afraid. Afraid of who or what else could be popping back into his life. Seeing as one person had just done that.

"The universe itself is massive beyond one's reasoning Loki." Hermione's lips pulled into a genuine smile. Pleased to know that...she didn't marry someone dull. "Aren't you a God of Mischief or not," she asked in a challenging sort of way. "Haven't you venture out into the great unknown? To see for yourself...that not everything you've known was known by your father?"

"Challenging words, my dear," he spoke in deep dark tones. "Is there anything else, I should know?"

"I'm...what few would say… A stellar traveler...for I've lived and seen...may world's before going to Hogwarts in Midgard." She smirked, causing her eyes to darkened in hidden truths about herself. "It was while at Midgard, on my eleventh birthday that I've been flagged down by a witch at the home. That we were living at that moment. It was when we had to stay knowing that my future was made for me."

Loki shook his head in wonder. "Have you ever wished...that you've never had gotten to know about Hogwarts?"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think of things like that. I mean...the variability is endless if I had to sit down and map everything out." Her lips smiled kindly. "But...I would have missed out on the friends I've made...and the husband I've gotten."

"Would you go back...to wherever Lucy lives? Would you ever wanted to go back and see...how everything came to be?" Loki wanted to know. He would do anything that was within his power to make sure that she was able to do that. He had seen that pain in her cousin's eyes, showing that she had missed Hermione.

"Someday," stated his wife. Her cheeks became a bit more pink. "I would like to see...how the world had changed. Since I had to move…"

From that moment, the music had started up. Causing the king to request the first dance of Loki and Hermione. It was when it had started, the dance of the prince and princess of Asgard. All through the night, the two knew were lost within the moment. Love, dance, food, drink, and togetherness.

As through their moment of enjoying each other, they've had passing hints from the king. Trying to push them out of the party and into the night. Not wanting to see either of them for a couple of weeks. Stating the future better had plans for his grandkids. The queen, whom he was dancing with had nodded in her own agreement.

Between Thor, Harry, and a few other men had stolen a dance from Hermione. While a few women had gotten Loki to dance with them, including his own mother. After many hours of dancing, Hermione had leaned against Loki's shoulder. As they danced slowly across the dance floor.

Time passed and Harry was dancing with Hermione, which the two believed would be the last time that night. "You really look beautiful, Hermione."

"Thanks, Harry." She smiled at her good friend, who had become a brother. "What...will you do...now that the war is over?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I really don't know. I mean, I did think about becoming an Auror, but I don't think that's enough…." He glanced around the crowded room. "Not...when I could be doing something more."

"Well…you could go where I'm going," she smiled at him. "Join S.H.I.E.L.D. with me, Loki, and Thor…" She giggled at a thought came to mind. "You could save the world...Harry."

"Hermione," he gasped lightly, as a chuckle left his lips. "I guess I could do that. I mean...I have experience in all that." His lips pulled to one side, something he's been doing a lot of. "Whoever thought that saving the world would be a full-time job?"

She laughed at her friend, "I think the whole Wizarding World had thought that...at least a few times."

It was enough to cause the two close friends to laugh their hearts content. They don't remember the last time they could just...be themselves. Not part of the Golden Trio. Not the Savior of the Wizarding World. And not the Know-It-All of the group. Just two average people...having fun...for the first time in years.

Just a bit of ways from the two. Loki and Severus stood talking at the dark edge of the room. Looking at the two talking and dancing from where they stood.

"It's good to see them...like this," stated Severus. "Not caring for the world around them. Not seeing them full o the stress of knowing...a Dark Lord is breathing down their necks. Just...being...them…" He glanced towards Loki as his eyes darkened. "Don't ever take her light from her."

"I won't," Loki stated darkly. "After what I had seen...of her life. I would hate to see...it gone." He closed his eyes, fighting off the self proclaimed beast within his soul. "I'll do anything to get that light going."

"Good," stated Severus. His tone of voice sounding to too cool, even for Loki's ears. "Just do whatever it takes for it to happen… Make her happy." The potions master chuckled. "You're having a hard time fighting the jealousy of wanting to claim her...even in front of her friend."

"Is it that obvious," asked Loki, as his green eyes fixed towards the other man.

"No. Just me," Severus smirked. "I was the same way...towards Harry's father. Back when…I was his mother's friend…" He closed his eyes as he growled. "I missed out...on having her as a friend…"

Loki gave his new friend a worried look. "What did you do?"

"I sentence her to death…" Severus took a deep breath before looking into Loki's eyes. "Don't do what I've done. Keep her happy, safe, and...above all… Love her like it's your last day of your life."

"Who was she," asked Loki. He knew he was asking for the wizard's wrath, but he needed to understand.

"Lily Evans-Potter," he stated darkly. "The most beautiful woman of fiery red hair and green eyes…" He shook his head. Loki could still see the ghosts of the past in the man's eyes. "She was something else…"

Loki glanced to where the two friends were still spinning across the dance floor. "What did you do that caused her to run from you?"

"I told her that she had dirty blood," Severus' voice became hallo. "All because I couldn't hold in my anger…" He turned towards Loki with deep seeded sadness in his eyes. "Don't...ever...do...what...I've done." He shook his head. "Don't allow your anger to rule you...and allow your love to run for another."

"I won't," spoke Loki harshly. His eyes flashed a bit of red, while his skin turned blue before going back to his everyday normal. "That is one thing I won't do." His eyes then looked towards Hermione. "I won't allow her happiness to be chased away either…"

Severus nodded. "You should go to her… The hour is becoming late," his dark eyes flashed towards Loki with a smirk on his lips. "Time to spend some time...with your wife." He bowed his head before walking off.

Loki grumbled before walking towards where Hermione and Harry were. Once he had gotten there, he tapped her on her shoulder. "Come, wife," his voice in low even tones. "Time for us...to spend our time alone."

Harry gave them a nod. "Goodnight…" Before he walked off to dance with someone else.

Hermione gave a small nod, allowing Loki to quietly make their way out. As the two had left through the terraces of the gardens, making their way through the darken mase below. Neither of them spoke, not wanting to break the spell that they've found themselves in. The kind that lovers fine, in the dark of night before secreting themselves away.

Once they had reached a far enough away from the palace. Loki wrapped his arms around Hermione's hips, giving her a smirk. It was his green eyes that gave her a bit of warning to grab on. She wrapped her own arms around his waist, giving into his control. Knowing that he was going to whisk them away.

Without much of a bit of wind. She felt his magic caressing her like a lover. Before she felt the environment around her had changed. When she opened her eyes, she saw that they were somewhere...else. Instead of being in a mace of a garden with a massive castle behind them. They were next to the sea, with a smaller castle.

"Welcome...to Chateau de'la Loki," his voice purred out. As he waved at the castle before them. "It was given to me...us for our wedding present…" He glanced at the place as well. "It's not as massive as the other place...but it would do…"

"Loki," gasped Hermione. Seeing that not gold that was shining walls, but emeralds. "I would have been happy with a cottage…" She shook her head. Feeling her eyes popping out of her skull as she looked at the massive building before her.

"A cottage," asked Loki with a hint of disdain. Hermione must have glared at him because he raised his hands. "Don't give me that...I've lived in a palace all of my life. I couldn't handle...living something that small."

She huffed softly. "I guess I can...see your point." She raised her hands to wave about. "But what are we going to do...with all of this?"

"Well," he purred as he walked towards her. His eyebrows moving up and down. "I thought that it was obvious…" When Hermione didn't say anything else, he went on. "Having as many children as we can, to fill up the place…"

It was then that the Midgardian witch had hit him hard. He laughed, as he saw the fire in her eyes. The kind the promised pain… He wasn't afraid...he was enjoying the spark that he was seeing. "Now dear...that's not how you show your affections…"

"Loki," she gasped at him. "I don't believe you!"

"Come now, love," seeing his purr causing an even bigger spark than before. "Time to see if you get me…" He started running towards the castle, knowing that he had gotten her mad enough to follow. Sure enough, she was. "Come on, Hermione… You can run better than that," he taunted her.

From the place that he had landed them in the castle. Loki ran a steady pace in front of Hermione. He kept taunting her through the halls, once they had entered the chateau. He didn't want her to get lost in the building, before morning. He had other things planned for their night…

He ran up three flights of stairs, before leading her towards the sea once again. Knowing that he was leading them to the master suite...where the two of them will live. "Don't tell me all Midgardian women are slow…" He knew that it was a bit of a low blow, but he wanted her focused on him. He reached towards golden double doors that would lead into their room.

He turned to see that Hermione was still running. Running towards him. Seeing the shimmering fabric as it was being caressed by the moonlight. 'A celestial being of her own making.' He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Her beauty made dreams look like wisps in comparison.

When Hermione had reached him, he picked her up and devoured his kiss. He was burning from the inside for his growing need for her to be close to him. He could nearly hear his skin calling for her. As he felt her legs wrapped around him, he carried her into the room, slamming the door with his foot.

He had been to the chateau before the wedding that day. Allowing himself to map out the place, as well as the room. He really didn't need to keep his eyes open to know where the bed was. He allowed his feet to take him there.

With they were in their deep heated kiss. Loki pulled one hand away, with a twist of his wrist, his magic threw their clothes off of them. Causing their skin to be kissed by the gentle cool sea breeze that was coming through the open window.

"Loki," she gasped out, as she pulled away enough to speak.

"Yes, my dear." He kissed along her jawline to her neck. Enjoying the quiver of her body, as he was placing her on the bed.

"Stop...teasing me," she huffed out.

A chuckle left him, feeling it vibrate his body towards her's. As the sound echoed across the massive bedroom. "I would never dream of it…" His lips moved down her body, as his hand lightly grazed her body. Causing her to hiss at the sensation of the his...cold skin. "But I must prepare your body…"

"I'm not a shrine…," she growled at him. Her eyes closed, trying to fight for what looked like control.

"No," he agreed. "But as my wife...I need to make you into a goddess…," he purred near her nipple before sucking on it. He felt her arch under him, knowing that he was driving her crazy of need. "What kind of goddess would you be, my dear?" As he kissed her, as he moved down.

"I really don't care...Loki." She took a deep breath. "That's not why...I married you."

"No," his tone rumbled across the room. "But you're one...nonetheless." His fingers graced her skin, sounding like it was kissing her heated flesh. "Would you be simply known...the goddess that tamed Loki?" He chuckled at his own deep, dark thoughts. "Or would you be the goddess of...logic?"

"Loki," growled Hermione, as she withered under him. "Stop...this…," a huff left her lips. Her eyes opened, showing him a fire that burned within.

"That's what I was looking for…" Without much of a warning, he pressed his rod into her. He closed his eyes, as a hiss left his lips. "You're tight…" He eased into her, enjoying the heat that surrounding him. "If I had known…. I think I would have found you, even lifetimes before now."

"You are mine," his voice rumbled across their bodies. His possessiveness showing through. Just as he kissed her lips once more.

As the two had come one. Steam had risen from the two interlocked into a mated embrace. The kind only prophecies and seers could only hope for. Interlocking them...that would transcend space...and time.

Back at the main castle, a king leaned back into his throne, with a smirk on his lips. There was nothing in the kingdom that he didn't know about. Yes, he knew about Loki wanting no servants at the chateau, but he will always know when true lovers get together.

"What causes you to be gleeful, husband?"

Odin glanced towards his beautiful wife, who stood next to him for a Melania. "Just enjoying the fact that future is on its way…"

The queen of Asgard gave her husband a harsh glare. "Leave the children be, Odin. This is their night...let them have their moment of peace."

"I will Freya," he glanced around the dance floor. "Their future...will be a hard one as it is." He then looked towards his lovely wife. "Their time in Midgard is fastly approaching...they will have their own work to do."

"Do you know what's to come?"

"No," the king sighed. "As much as I hate of not knowing. The seers will only say...they will do it together…"

"As all married people should." After a moment of neither one of them speaking. Freya spoke again, "I just hope for grandchildren…"

"As do I, Freya." He took a deep breath. "As do I. But like all good things...we can't rush them. Nor do we want to rush them." He nodded from his seat. "Future isn't written in stone…" He had gotten to his feet as he faced his wife. "Come, Freya. The night is getting to wain...let the young have their fun." He took his wife's hand, before leading her away from all the partiers.

'Midgard will not what will hit them… When the powerhouse of a team that'll help with their endeavors…'

THE END

Soul Mate for Loki

AN: Look for Royal Flush...