Loki Laufeyson and the Goblet of Fire

Chapter 1; Surprise!

    (Told from Loki's point of view)

There's a boy passed out on a bench. Guess what? That's me. How did I get here? It's a long story. Actually, let's start from the beginning.

I wasn't wrong. My parents weren't happy to see me when I got back from Hogwarts. Actually, they pretty much were avoiding me and ignoring me as often as possible, which I was perfectly fine with. Apparently Thor got the memo too, because he was mimicking my adopted parents behavior.

I gave birth to Crookshanks' daughter, who, when she grew fur, resembled a little tiger. She was orange with black stripes. Because of that, I named her Tiger.

Of course, I had been hiding out in my room before I had given birth to her. Not because having a baby made me look pregnant, because if you haven't noticed, baby cats are much smaller than human babies. It's just that it might have been strange if Frigga somehow found out— cause she has that sort of sense, or if my water broke at the worst of times.

I had asked Frigga when I got the chance if it was ok to go with Ron and Harry to the Quidditch World Cup, and she said yes. She was pretty chill about it all, and I was happy she didn't bring up anything about the letter or my parentage.

So I sent Ron back a letter to pick me up on some obscure street in London at some obscure time, and waited. I waited and waited and waited for the time to come. Lucky for me, the list of school supplies arrived three days before then, and I slip off to Diagon Alley for shopping.

It was mostly the usual— a few new books, new quills, new parchment... nothing unusual, except for dress robes. I wondered why we needed dress robes, but it pleased me. The idea of everyone having formal clothes was unusual, especially for Midgard. But, being me, I knew I had to one up everyone with the absolutely best dress robes in the world.

I took out a piece of parchment and walked to every single clothing store in Diagon Alley. Lots of people asked me if I was from Hogwarts and if I was looking for dress robes, but I told them that I was just looking. Literally, I was only sketching out a design. Did I mention I was a designer? Well, part time. Designing fancy dress robes was going to be a breeze for me.

I ended up buying plain black dress robes as a base, and taking them all the way up to Asgard, clearing off my desk and laying them out.

I drew a final sketch of my dress robes and took my dress robes to my trusty hideout— a windowless room I like to call the Warrior's Wardrobe.

Yes, it's cheesy, but it makes me satisfied. It's where I designed my armor, you know. That's where I got the name.

It's almost like I stole a bunch of crap from Midgard and Asgard— which I did, but they all resulted in a caboodle of materials that I found easy to work with.

So I set to work. You might be thinking that I have servants to help me, but no. And even if I did, I wouldn't let them help. They'd screw everything up, and I do everything alone anyway.

I worked through the night on those robes, and fell asleep in the heap of green fabric that I had taken out unnecessarily.

Once I had finished, it dawned on me that Ron would be coming to get me in about a day. So I ran all the way back up to my room and got to packing. I took a small carrier and put Tiger in there, and folded up everything else neatly into my trunk.

I threw on a completely black suit and grabbed the trunk and carrier. I left my bedroom and headed toward the Bifrost telecharger.

"Where are you going?" Frigga asked as I passed her in the dining hall. Thor was with her too.

"Going to Ron's. See you next year." I say, picking up a piece of chicken on the table and drinking some water.

"Ok then." Frigga said, sounding disappointed. "I love you, Loki."

She got up from her seat and embraced me. I hugged her back, a wave of sadness washing over me. I missed this. I wonder if I just forgot about it...

Thor gave me a hug too, and I left for Heimdall. He took me to this deserted alleyway, where I had told the Weasleys to pick me up.

Unfortunately, I was mistaken. I told them to pick me up at 1:00 AM, (they had insisted on the time being late) but it was only 9:00 PM. I should have known, but Asgardian time was different from Midgard.

I left the alleyway and hid my trunk and carrier away in an empty trash can. And then I hid the trash can in an empty dumpster, and then pushed the dumpster all the way behind a building. I'm sure it is secure there.

I walked out into the streets, which were mostly barren. It was dark out, but I could make out a thin sliver of purple light coming from a dingy sort of street.

I walked toward it to make out a faded name. "Night Club." It was pretty vague, but I had a faint idea what it was, because I could hear loud talking and obnoxious music inside.

I knew I shouldn't, but... well, I identified with the female gender at that time, and I couldn't help having a little fun when I do, If you know what I mean.

My figure changed into the tall body of a curvy woman. I was wearing some pretty tight and revealing clothing, because I could tell the kind of people in this place would be fawning over me. Without an ounce of hesitation, I walked in.

And that's how I ended up passed out on a bench.

I had a vague idea of what had happened. I remember a man with a cigar had bought me a lot of drinks, and after that I couldn't remember much. I might have pole danced (which I've done once or twice, but I was good at it) not sure if that's a good thing that I know how to pole dance, but I could nonetheless.

And then I probably just had more drinks until I passed out. I'm still not sure how I ended up outside, on a park bench, completely sober, but I was there anyway so I'd have to deal with it.

I was lying there without a thought of where to go next, when a pair of bright headlights came out of nowhere, blinding my sight.