Snakes of A Scale [DISCONTINUED]

A burst of blue light swept across the planet. Invisible to the rest, only those magically inclined and extremely sensitive to or aware of supernatural existences would've noticed the slight electric tingle that lingered in the air for exactly 8 seconds.

Not even the majority of the magical population noticed the disturbance. Most wizard-folk went about their day, not knowing all hell had just been set loose. Others, like Professor McGonagall, continued their day, a slight anxiousness in the back of their mind. The world continued, as it had always been. Just an ordinary day like any other day of the week. Even for the Avengers, who currently had to deal with an edgy teen god who had attempted to start his rule over the world in Germany. But alas, like the heroes they were, the plan (a stupid plan mind you) failed.

For two already troubled souls, however, this day could not have gone worse.

Loki could not believe his eyes. In fact, he would not believe them. Perhaps this was an elaborate prank. If so, he would swallow his pride and praise Thor for his ingenuity. If it wasn't, and dare he say he hoped that wasn't the case, well.

Then it would be true that he was no longer in the cage built for that green hulking beast. Or his own body for that matter.

Rather, he was sitting in front of a cauldron filled with a swirling potion. It looked complete and suspiciously shared the same unique scent with a Draught of Living Death. Whoever he has switched with was clearly skilled in the art of potions having completed a difficult potion. Even Loki himself was not very skilled in the art, although he was proficient enough to create some effective brews.

He brushed back his hair. Long and greasy strands of black hair brushed his face as he did. It slightly disgusted him, but he couldn't be too mean. Whoever the man was, was clearly skilled in potions and it was a common side effect of brewing constantly. Loki shivered as he remembered the time he spent three whole days learning on how to brew. It was a disaster. No, he shan't get too mad.

He'll still get mad because who in their right mind would spend the majority of their life learning potioneering and not attempt to at least clean their hair every single night? If this man had, he would absolutely have better hair, albeit still greasy. Still better nonetheless though.

This body was shorter than Loki was used to. To be fair, Loki stood at 6 foot 2. He couldn't be too picky, however. Especially not when he could feel the magic thrumming at his fingertips, the power crackling under his skin. Yes, he couldn't just throw away this opportunity. Magic would be too helpful in tracking down Loki Loki's location. It was a pleasant surprise indeed. It was thought there were no longer any seiðrs left on Midgard.

Loki's train of thought was cut off when a red-haired woman sauntered into the room. Against his own will, his heart tightened at the sight of her. Who was this woman to the man he had replaced? His curiosity demanded answers. Ones he would probably never get. 

"Listen, Sev..."

Loki raised a brow. Sev? Was that a nickname or...

"I'm sorry about James. He's still really mad about... You know..."

Loki was silent. So this 'Sev' got into a fight earlier? Well, this was going to be a pain.

"No, I don't know, actually." 

Loki internally cringed. Maybe saying that was a bad idea. His ruthless comebacks might not exactly be a welcome change.

"Please just forgive him, Sev. I know you absolutely hate him after what he did to you for seven years but still..."

Geez, what sob life did he just walk into? Sounds nearly as bad as Loki's own origin story.

"Seven years is a long time. Do expect me to forgive him just like that?"

Hopefully, this was convincing enough. Surely this man had some sense in him? Right?

"I know. I just-"

"Lily! Help! Please!" A man rushed into the room, clinging onto Lily for dear life, "I don't want to be a third wheel to a cliche sappy werewolf and shapeshifter idiot couple. Especially, when they're in the middle of fighting about who the heck gets to murder Peter first. Help me knock some sense into my brother."

Lily looked back at Loki, who was very busy rolling his eyes at the theatrics. She audibly sighed.

"Lily, please. Your idiot husband James is on his way, and I'm 100% sure that he's bringing Harry so he can encourage them some more before deciding to stop them from throwing the other out the window and demanding a divorce." The man begged some more.

The woman snapped her head in the man's direction, looking at him with a face that said 'Excuse me, but did you just step on my fucking son?''. "Bring me to them. Now."

Loki watched on in amusement as they both moved to leave. Only for Lily to glance back at him. "We're going to continue this discussion another time, Severus Snape."

'Severus, huh? What interesting life you lead, seiðr.' 

Severus stared in exasperation. One minute he was brewing a Draught of Living Death, then the next, a strange feeling washed over him. When he blinked, he found himself being led down an empty hallway in handcuffs by a large group of armed Muggles. Something did not feel right. But that was to be expected because he was practically transported to another place entirely. So obviously that would have his questions, minus of course, how.

But the magic at his fingertips was not his, the power just lying dormant beneath the surface was unfamiliar. So forget needing to find out where he was, he needed to figure out who he was. And that was going to take a while especially when he was escorted straight into a glass cell. Severus assumed it was probably bullet-proof class glass, lest they wanted their prisoner to escape.

Honestly, he could not help but roll his eyes as the doors slid close after they uncuffed him. Whoever had built this was obviously as dramatic as the Dark Lord himself. Not that Severus could say much. Lily and Regulus always said that he had a surprising flair for the dramatic.

"In case it's unclear," Severus turned his immediate attention to a dark-skinned man in all black walking up metal steps to a console of sorts. He typed into the computer, continuing to speak, "You try to escape. You so much as scratch that glass," The man flipped up a cover in the middle of the console and pressed the screen.

Severus could hear the loud mechanical whirring as something was brought to life beneath the cage. He watched from the very edge as the air seemed to gush out of the room surrounding his little homely space. He looked back up to gaze at the one-eyed man, an eyebrow quirked. It was quite threatening, if not excessive by a mile.

"30 000 feet straight down in a steel trap." He continued. How wonderful. "You get how that works?" How exciting. Man-splaining. Even so, Severus stayed silent as the hatch closed again.

"Ant." He gestured to the man Severus had apparently switched places with, before turning to gesture to the console, "Boot."

Severus was very clearly missing a lot of information right now. And he was not happy nor impressed.

"An impressive, and very excessive cell you have." He pointedly looked at the unnamed man, "But I highly doubt you would build something so homely and so very inviting for someone like me."

The man kept a stoic face. Okay, he could play at that game. He always had been for a long time. 

"Built for something a lot stronger than you." He emphasized the 'stronger' in the sentence.

"Is that so? Considering this cage was so readily available, I can assume you would much rather have that wreak havoc across cities than what meager displays I could show. You must be very desperate." Severus sneered.

"Oh, I am desperate. You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you cannot hope to control. You talk about peace, and you kill 'cause it's fun." Each piece of evidence made Severus' eyebrows raise ever-so-slightly. Not that he actually showed that. What in Merlin's name was this idiot of a man thinking? Takeover Earth, apparently.

"You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did." The man finished gravely.

Severus was silent. So apparently he was currently residing within the body of a Lord Voldemort repeat. Except this time, instead of immortality, this man wished to control Earth using something of immeasurable power. And he's already murdered some innocent people.

Lady Luck must really love him to do this much to him, Severus Tobias Snape, of all people. Leave it to him to have the least luck in the nine realms.