Chapter 2
Draco draws the runes from the ashes of some branches of an oak tree and drops tiny amount of his blood on the runes. He calls her. The runes were given to him by Loki’s Mother.
Draco remembers the day Loki had brought her here, on earth, to have her meet with his found family. Where he was accepted as he was. Where his Seidr was considered a “wicked” rather than something to be ashamed about. Where he was no less of a warrior.
2008
It was Christmas, and they had only just expressed their feelings for each other. It was, to say the least, Theatrical. They had decided to keep this under the wraps for the time being until they figure out their feeling themselves. Draco had not even mentioned this to Harry and Kaia. Draco felt bad about not sharing this to them, they had shared everything with each other since they became friends. they knew absolutely everything about each other. That is why Harry and Kaia figured out first, even before Draco himself, that Draco had feelings for Loki
This is just how Draco knows the moment Harry sees us talking he will realize what has happened. And Draco was not ready for that conversation. He had been nervous for days when Loki told him that he had told his mother about Earth and Draco and his friends and how they seemed to accept his seidr and how they learned from each other. His mother had shown curiosity to meet his friends. And then they had decided that they would meet on yuletide festival. she could simultaneously see the Magical community of Midgard and meet us.
And when Loki had said Draco need not worry that Queen Frigga would love everything about Earth, all Draco had done since that day was worry.
So when Narcissa Malfoy found her Son on the verge of nervous break down she had to intervene.
“What’s the matter, Draco?” she asked him as she enters his rooms.
Draco jerked his head up and felt relief when he saw his mother there, then he felt abashed with the way he was fretting for the clothes. And then he honest to the Seven started crying.
“Mother, I do not have any clothes to wear. I look ugly in every one of the robes I have. What impression I will make in front of the Queen with this basic robes? They literally wear gold. Mother, she will realize that we are not worth the leather her son has on his shoes and then she will forbid him to ever come here and then-then” Draco said crying.
Narcissa hid her smirk at her sons clearly overdramatic reaction over the clothes he held in his hands.
The robes were one of the most beautiful clothes she had seen in her life. It was easily one of the most expensive robes that Draco had. One that could easily buy a town. And Draco could never look ugly, even if he wore the ugliest of the clothes.
But she had to admit that the way Loki dresses with all leather and metal, He was literally a God. Most of our clothing would constitute as a peasants clothing but not this robes though. This robes made Draco look like a King.
“Do not frown, Draco. It will give you lines on the beautiful face of yours” she said as she cupped his cheeks. “It is formal gathering, even muggles are invited. There is no need for robes. You have to wear muggle clothing”
Draco gasped loudly. As if she had just said that she was going to sell his Dragon for a wee bit of knuts.
“WHAT??” he turned around to face her, he looked absolutely gobsmacked. “when was this decided? Why was I not consulted on this? This is entirely preposterous”
"Draco, we were talking about this some days ago and when the idea was put forth you mumbled yes and went away. Honestly, I thought there was something else on your mind so we did not want to disturb you.” She replied.
“Mother, that is absolutely unbecoming of us. She wanted to see Magical Community., She does not want to see us doing politics on eve of festivals. Mother, they wear gold dresses we are going to look ridiculous in cheap muggle linen, I will not stand for this humiliation.” he replied frantically.
“what humiliation?” came a voice from behind Narcissa.
Oh Draco was going to kill this man. Draco had never been so angry, so nervous about anything else in his life. Not when he was facing dumbledore. Not when he was facing Tom Riddle. Not when he and two best friends were planning and plotting during the war and some after winning it.
“you” yelled Draco “you fucking wanker. I am going to kill you. I am going to burn you alive and feed you to Ignis”
“calm down Draco.” Said Harry as he came into the rooms in his stupid navy blue suit. He looked like a bloody king in that colour. His black onyx stone ring shining on his fingers. The cloak he usually have on his person was to a untrained eye would look like a pocket square but the power emanating from it could not be mistaken. The death stick was transfigured as a beautiful watch on his hands. Harry always carried the hallows with him. He says that they are now a part of his as much as the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
Draco liked it. He liked that Harry was seen as one of the most powerful person in most of magical communities all around the world. He held Death in his hands as if it was his friend. Maybe they are friends. People feared what they couldn’t understand. They didn’t understand Harry. Behind all his façade Harry was all sunshine and rainbows. All of plans laid out were planned and schemed by Draco and Kaia. But Harry was always the main force behind it. His mere presence demanded submission from many of their enemies and foes. He commanded the room whenever was necessary.
People called him the Dark Lord when he mastered death. But that was far from the truth. He lived a thousand lives within seconds and gained ancient knowledge. He tries to be indifferent for the matters of human civilization. But they know better, the Golden boy would always try to save the world, even if it will be against the fates. Fates resigned themselves that they will just have to sit back and let Harry do his thing.
But that doesn’t mean Draco would wear cheap linen in front of the Queen of the Nine Realms.
“We have talked about this with Loki, he said his mother would love to wear “Muggle Clothes”” Harry said calmly again.
Draco was on a verge of an anxiety attack. Its not that he doesn’t believe Harry. It is just that Loki is literally the God of pranks. Narcissa doesn’t know how Loki had pranked others during their Hogwarts years. She doesn’t know how Loki had one up the devil Weasley twins even after their joke shop had open up and literally tip the scales in his favour. She doesn’t know the number of time Draco had to bribe the ministry, She doesn’t know how Loki has his hold on Britain Wizarding world. People fear him and he relishes in it. Or maybe she does.
“How are you all so composed? I feel like I am going to lose my mind by just thinking about what she will think of m-us?” Draco said tiredly.
Harry smirked. Draco really wanted to kill this man.
“Is it because you want to impress her?” he said slyly.
“she is the Queen, who doesn’t want to impress her?” Draco cursed his fair complexion because he was sure his red cheeks did not went unnoticed by either Harry or his mother.
“just leave the bloody suit here and leave me alone” he said going towards his bathroom.
Harry and Narcissa giggled at each other and left him alone.