Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Avengers. Just the plot and idea of this story.

A/N: This is going to start out in the Thor world, and be pre-Thor and eventually will delve into the Avengers. But for now just enjoy the story:) Oh and a side note, Loki is truly only in his early twenties. This is way way in the past. Just so you know. And please review!

Loki was taking a walk through the court yard when he heard a muffled giggling from behind a hedge just ahead of him. He thought about ignoring it, but his curiosity got the better of him. He slowly peered around to see a little girl floating upside down, cross-legged in the air. She was a strange child. For one he didn't know of any child who could have done such magic. He himself had been studying for 5 years before he could do that. The girl's cloths were also strange. Whereas most girls wore dresses or gowns, she wore a tunic and leggings. The colors of them quite like his own color scheme. Dark green tunic, black leggings with a gold belt around her waist. Her feet were bare. And her hair was a mane of wild curls, the color of honey when hit by the sun. Yes a very strange girl.

After a moment she noticed him watching her. They just stared at each other for a moment, before she fell on her back from lack of concentration. Loki quickly walked to her side and helped her to her feet. She had a frightened look on her face. She bowed to him.

"I'm sorry your highness. I won't do it again." That had Loki confused. Why wouldn't she do it again? What was she so afraid of?

"And why, pray tell, would you not use magic again?" Now it looked as if she was the one confused, tilting her head to the side in an adorable questioning way.

"Don't you not like other people being able to do magic?" She asked. Loki was taken aback.

"Where in all of Asgard did you get that idea?! I've never said that in my life!" Now the little girl looked hurt, as well as confused.

"But then why did Mama say not to use magic, because you didn't like it?" She looked close to tears. Her little heart now knew betrayal. That look nearly broke Loki's heart. He had always had a soft spot for children. He slowly knelt in front of her, wiping away the tears that ran down her little cheeks with his thumbs.

"There there. Don't do that. Crying will ruin your pretty face. I don't know why your mother would say such a thing, but I don't think she was trying to hurt you. She probably wanted you safe. Magic can be very dangerous if one does not have a proper teacher." He said softly. She started to pout after that last statement, much to Loki's confusion.

"But, I want to do magic! I like doing it. I don't have a teacher..." That small look of longing finally broke Loki. Damn his weakness for children! He gave her a soft smile.

"Nonsense, I'll be your teacher." The little girl's face lit up like a Yuletide tree. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, so much!" Loki laughed and gave her a small pat on the back, not being one much for hugs. She let him go and started dancing around the small area of the court yard that they were in.

"What is your name, little one? And how old are you?" She answered as she kept dancing.

"Hermione. And I'm 5." She then stopped and looked at him.

"What do I call you?" She asked.

"You just call me Loki, little one." He said with a smile. Hermione giggled as he stood up and held his hand out to her. She took it followed him as he started walking toward the palace.

"You can call me Mione." She said looking up at him with her chocolate brown eyes. He smiled at her and led her inside.

"Mione it is. By the way, I want to meet this mother of yours." Hermione went stiff beside him. She had forgotten about her Mama. What would she say? Would she be mad? Would she say she couldn't learn magic? Loki looked at the fear in her eyes. "I doubt she will say no to me teaching you magic. I'm Prince Loki after all." Hermione still looked a little unsure, but started to lead him toward her home.

She didn't live that far from the palace. Once they reached her door, Loki decided to knock, deciding it was more polite then just walking in with the child. Even if it was the child's home. A woman with hair similar to Hermione's opened the door with a smile. The smile quickly turned into a scowl when she noticed he was holding her daughter's hand. "What did she do now?" The woman asked looking up at Loki. Loki just raised an eyebrow at the woman.

"She has done nothing wrong. I have come to inform you I will be teaching your daughter magic." His original plan was to politely ask for permission to teach Hermione, but he really didn't like the woman's attitude. She glared at him.

"Excuse me? Who are you to tell me what you are going to do with my daughter?" This caused Loki smirk. The question he had been waiting for.

"I am Loki Odinson. Prince of Asgard." The woman paled, bowing.

"Your Highness! I am so sorry! I had no idea!" She then stood back up, glaring down at Hermione. "And I also apologize for my daughter bothering you." Loki scoffed.

"If she was a bother, I wouldn't want to teach her magic. Stop assuming things. I also came to tell you she will probably be spending most of her time with me at the palace." The woman seemed unfazed by this. She just nodded her head in understanding. Loki was annoyed by her lack of concern. "If she doesn't come home some nights, don't worry, she is safe with myself and my brother." Another nod. "Right. I guess we will start now. Come along Mione." He said, starting to walk toward the palace. The little girl followed instantly, waving goodbye to her mother as she went. She wasn't concerned with how her mother was acting. She was starting a new life. A life filled with magic and her new friend Loki.