Some days like this one, when everything that could go wrong goes wrong, Harry wonders why he keeps on putting up with all the bullshit. Silently he wondered who he had offended in his past life for both fate and destiny to hate his gut.
Today, he had the pleasure to destroy not one, but two large mirrors in an explosion of shimmering shards. Was there not an old superstition about breaking mirrors and getting back luck? Or was it about a black cat?. Either way, he probably had 14 years more of bad, rotten luck to look forward too.
And not only that, as he had walked down the corridor, he had exploded three old vases, put fire to one of the portraits that had scolded him about being too old for accidental magic. Like he chose to do it, blasted paintings. But when he had tried to finish the last repairs to one of the old rooms he had, tried to be careful... yeah right, there was a big emphasis on the trying part right there. He had almost blown all the walls out as they took on all the colors in a rainbow.
Harry could now finally say that he officially has broken his magic. This so-called accidental magic didn't happen to a 20 years old wizard that had finished school. And not to be mentioned have been in a damn good war for the best part of his schooling. But then again, he had been introduced to the wizards' world at the age of 11, had each year been put through trial after trial, and the more questions he had, the lesser answer he got.
And the betrayal he had felt when not only had Dumbledore been his headmaster and the one that had put him with the Dursleys, he had been his magical guardian.
It had been a chock when the Gringotts bank's goblins contacted him, and they had reviled his duties to the wizards' world. When they understood that he hadn't had any knowledge of it, they had been furious, and Harry could honestly say that he never wanted to see that again.
The goblins put him through a crash course in how to be a lord of ancient and noble hours as Dumbledore had failed to maintain that part and a few other core courses.
Harry had always been proud of how fast he could learn magic, like a duck learn to swim. He liked the instruction that practiced by hand, and when anyone showed him how to do it. Let him practice independently, and he could learn almost what magic he had set out to master. Books and research, on the other hand, were something he gladly left for Hermione. Let's just say that it had been pure and utterly hell for him to get through. But he had learned much and seen the wizarding world for what it was—broken and flawed.
But that was a problem for a later date; now, his magic was entirely out of control, and not only that, Harry had a new horrible problem. A much bigger and more important one than some misfortunes in the past.
Somewhere between when the dreams started, he had developed a crush on his dream man. And it hit him hard. He could not stop thinking about the black-haired Asgarian Prince. And the hot snogging session that invaded his dreams every night was not helping him at all.
Harry pulled his hand through his hair and let his now long locks fall freely along his shoulders, and it suddenly felt like something was crawling on his scalp and down his spine. Another vase exploded right next to him, and he put up his hands to protect himself from the broken parts. But when nothing landed on him, he slowly looked up and blinked in surprise at the shield he had conjured before him.
The shield before him had a greenish hue blended with a tint of gold; it almost looked like a giant soap bubble. But what made him drop the protection was that he hadn't used his wand for that spell. Harry stared at the mess and then back to his hands as he lifted them and waved it tower the broken parts, welding it to do his bidding, and slowly, the vase started to repair itself.
Alright, so wandless magic, that was fine, it was cool, he was getting stronger and perhaps a tiny bit better at it. If it had not been his magic that from the beginning was the problem that created the whole situation, he would surely have laughed happily.
Hermione had taken a look at him before sending him away to meditate. He had mastered a power boost before; he could do it again. After the hallows had chosen him, his magic had exploded much like this but on a smaller scale. Hermione had been the one who came up with the idea back then also and it had also worked, so why not this time.
Maybe he should take and run a bit in the woods; it had been a long time since he had been running in his animagus form. Perhaps he should check out the magical creatures that lived in the forest; it's been a while since he met Buckbeak and his flock. And he longed to stretch his muscles and just run without any care in the world. But not today, he needed to get some control over his magic so that he did not destroy their home.
Harry walked to the newly named meditation room in the mansion and looked around the room. It looked exactly like it had since they were here last time. The ground was covered with a soft layer of mattresses, and there were four different pillows on the floor in a circle, facing each other with a bowl in its middle with crystal clear water. After all this month, it was still as clean and fresh as the day they put it there.
The bowl was a grounder. It centered the mind and body, and as it was activated, there would be a fog that would cover the whole circle with a fresh scent of rain and forest. But for today, he needed the real thing. Harry walked over to the window and opened it, letting the fresh air in before he stepped back and took his place on the floor.
He knew what to do to get into his meditated state and made contact with his magical core. But this time, when he finally was in touch with his magic, he directed his attention to the new feeling. His more raw and wild energy was leaking out of his core in waves. It was so different yet familiar. His core had a pulsing of gold and electric green as it moved around. It was still larger than his regular magical core had been. He could see the small tendrils of movements, like vines, wrapping around his core in different hues.
Harry could sense it better than ever before; the energy that was a part of him. Calling him in, telling him to listen and suddenly he felt a dragging sensation as another memory took hold of him, and he slinked down into the now-familiar fog
*~*~*~*~*Memory*~*~*~*~*
"I still do not understand why exactly we're doing this," Harald said as his arms folded over his chest. He was not pouting; really, he didn't do pouting.
Loki grinned at the moody man adoringly as he was pouting, "Because you asked for it?"
"I did not!"
"So you say that I heard your request wrong, little one?"
"Yeah, probably, you are old."
Loki snorted, "I'm only 747 and still damn handsome, "
Harald gasped in fake shock; his eyes were twinkling with amusement, " 747? Valhall, help me! should I be worried that an ancient one is courting me?."
Loki laughed, "Do not let my father hear you say that, and you are what? Two hundred years younger than me? It's not like you are the one to talk, love."
Harald snorted and shook his head; he looked at the crystal ball in his lap that he had been focusing on for the better part of the hour. "When I asked you if you could show me your magic, this was not what I had in mind, you know,"
"What's a better way to see magic than experiencing it for yourself?" Loki asked from the seat in front of him, clearly still amused over the whole situation. Blasted god of magic. "As magic-user to another magic-user."
Harald gave him an annoyed glance without really meaning it; he liked these teasing moments, "You just want to see me fail and go back to rely on your knowledge, oh wise and ancient one. "He mocked " Perhaps you want me to worship the ground you walk on, Prince Loki?" Harald bowed to him with twirling eyes.
Loki laughed, and Harald could honestly say that it was among the best he had ever heard, and he smiled at him. How could he love someone to this degree? Was it even possible to love someone this much?
"Come, enough talk; it is time to make a new attempt, and this time focus and lead the magic where you want it to gather," Loki explained as he looked down at his little mate with a warm gaze. He did not deny that he loved the chance to teach him something, and he had earned some well deserved alone time with the Fae prince.
Harald nodded as he focused back on the clear crystal ball in his hands and closed his eyes to focus and see his magic better. He started slowly to try and pull the energy towards it. It was hard, and as they both had decided to take it easy and practice a little with their magic, Harald wanted to do the best of the situation.
The festivities were over, and Harald stayed because Asgard where Loki was, and he did not want to be away from him if he did not have to. His parents would not have had a problem with it, his sister, on the other hand, if her eyes could have killed him, he would have been dead ten times over. Why he had no idea, she should be happy to get rid of him for a while finally, but he shook it off as jealousy that he had found his soulmate.
Concentrating on the moment, Harald let his magic flow down from his center, and through his arms and into the clear crystal that began to change color, a light blue hue started to shimmer in its center. So far, so good, but he could not get the magic to collect in the crystal, but it was scattered around it instead and leaked more than was collected.
He gave up.
"I can't."
"Yes, it works, but you have no patience."
"You said this was easy to do," Harald glared at him.
"one of the first tricks I learned as a youngling," he hummed, "but your magic is different from mine, maybe that's why you can not use the same method?" Loki mused and let his hand hover above Haralds while he tried to feel the magic.
Harald looked at him a little thoughtfully now."How?"
"Your magic is more wild, natural, and connected to nature. My mother's and mine's magic is more controlled and focused. More direct, thinking och intension, and the magic reacts to what we want."
"Just like you, do you mean?" Harald asked, amused. "Love to have control and to take command? "
Loki grinned, denying nothing. "Okay, now that we've found the root of the problem, show me what you can do, and I will try it your way," he said excitedly; he loved learning new tricks. And for the sake of the moment, he would try and replica his mate's use of the craft.
"Okay, this is something I know is easy, even for you" Harald looked down at the ball and grinned contentedly when it suddenly began to float in the air his knee. Energy covered the outside of the ball and shimmered in a golden hue as he pushed it up. The ball rose higher and higher until it was at head height and released the magic. He caught it in the air with a quick movement before it had time to fall to the ground and stretched it out to Loki with a challenging look. A simple levitation command.
"Your turn."
Loki smiled and took the ball in from him and stared down at the crystal while he tried to make it, with pure energy, float. However, it was more challenging than one might think, the ball moved jerkily in his grip, and as time went on, he felt how the sweat ran down his temple. Trying and focusing his energy as he felt Harald had done. He had made it move and maybe hover an inch but then lost control, and it was back into his lap.
"Plenty of men your age have a hard time to get it up, that is natural," Harald consoled and tried to keep his face neutral as he teased him.
"No, no, do not even go there, little one," Loki said and held up a finger to his damn mates teasing, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my ability to get anything up."
"You could have fooled me," Harald said in a singing voice and smiled broadly at him when Loki gave him a dark look, and the smaller male snickered.
"That's it, you little minx, no more magic training for you," Loki scoffed and suddenly threw himself over Harald with a growling sound, which only made the other one howl in laughter while attacking him with long fingers that found every ticklish spot he had.
"Are you giving up?"
Harald gasped after air, "Never!"
His response only made Loki attack him vengefully and use magic to make Harald almost shrieks in laughter. "Perhaps now?"
"O-okay !! ... Okay," He could not take it anymore, "I give, I give."
As suddenly as the tickling had started, it stopped. Harald breathed heavily and chuckled as Loki still was over him and let his fingers dig into Loki's hair. He held it in a steady griå for a while when the older man lying knocked over him was still laughing low and looked up at him far too pleased.
"I won," Loki said in a honeyed voice, and Harald could not even protest as he melted underneath his mate, he won this match, but this was not yet over!
Loki retched out a tentative finger and traced his chin slowly. Harald turned his face into the touch to kiss the fingertips. Harald locks his gaze with Loki's as he did this as he moved up to kiss him.
The lips were soft, and he savored the unique taste of his mate as he hummed in content. Soothing sounds make their way out of his throat, and he shudders as their tongues touch as the kiss deepens.
Harald felt the fingers trace the edge of his throat, jaw and up around his more pointing ears. Loki's lips followed his hands' movements down over his bare neck and to the side of his face to finally put his nose in the long black hair and breath in.
A shiver went through Harald's body when Loki shifted so that he had one of his legs pushed up between his legs and softly poked his crotch. Harald forced himself to hold back a groan as he pressed a little harder up. His hands were in the other one's hair as they gripped it harder. Loki bit his neck lightly again before letting his lips suck just above his wildly pulsating vein, making Harald feel like a puddle on the ground.
"Loki..." he tried to protest, but the protest was weak. He wanted this as much as his mate. But someone could walk in on them.
Loki suddenly grabbed his hands and forced them over his head. "No" He rose slightly over Haralds so that his whole body was underneath him and the jade green eyes were much darker in color and his pupils black and wide of lust. He stared down at his flushed mate underneath him,
The divinely enticing blush on his cheeks and the purple mark he had just left on Harald's neck stood out over the other bright complex. The black hair was spread out like a halo around his head, and Loki leaned forward and put more weight on his hands. Forced Harald to stay still under him, exactly where he wanted him. He quickly pulled his knee up a little against the now sensitive bulge in his little one's pants.
Harald held back a groan, and he became super focused on how the lean body under him aired up quickly in an arc against him. Loki changed his grip to hold Harald's hands with one hand while the other hand slipped under the cream-colored tunic. His long fingers caressed the perfect skin that was now exposed to his field of vision. He found a nipple and gave it a light pinch, which made the body under him gasp and rise in a bridge again.
"Be still," Loki felt how the magic formed around his hand that held Haralds in place above his head, and he could feel the heat that spread along his mark when the magic caressed it lovingly.
Loki let his fingers follow the flowering tattoo before he let feathery kisses rain over it instead, and Haralds gave a low moan at the sensation. He then let his fingers caress down over the narrow but nicely muscled arms. Harald was now breathing hard as the feeling set every part of him on fire. And he would be lying if he did not say that the light touch and nibbles shoot straight down into his stomach.
Loki smiled as he began to drip feathery kisses over his now bare clavicles, sent and tasted on his skin, and it was not long before Harald was a panting pile underneath him. The heat that spread through him was lovely and alluring, and his pants began to feel painfully tight.
Loki let the last knot in his tunic go, and the silky fabric falls to the side, only to show more of his pale treasure. His fingers stroked over the flawless chest, over the pink and now sensitive nipples. Loki kissed himself down to the navel and the black mat of hair that made a beautiful arrow down to the hidden gems. Harald gave a low moan as he did it and tried to ease the pressure in his crotch by moving his lower limbs against Loki's knee.
"Someone is impatient," Loki chuckled as he looked down at him with a sneaky look over his face. Harald's dark eyes stared intensely at him. "Maybe I should leave you here" he hummed. Loki put his hand over the flat stomach, his breathing was now faster than before, and the look he got was hot and full of lust.
"You wouldn't.... dare," Harald panted and tried to move as the touch now tickled him more than anything else, sending arousing shivers through him as the sensation washed over him.
"Oh? is it a challenge, little one? " Loki asked and smiled amused as he contented himself with having full control over his little mate's pleasure. He found it most arousing when his little one whimpered in pleasure, begging him to release him from the torture. It was not the first time they had played this game; he was in control, and Harald had almost already lost it.
Or at least, that was what Loki thought, but once again, his little one had surprised him with a godly strange that he didn't know he had possessed. And in a second, their roles had drastically changed, leaving Loki to blink up owlishly.
With little to non-effort, Harald pressed his lower body and legs up against Loki and flipped them over. The magic that Loki used to hold Haralds hands to the ground was broken with small green glitter dust as the only proof that it had ever been there. Pride swelled within him, and Loki's dark gaze fixed on the dark angel who now towered over him.
Harald stared down at him and moistened his lips before they spread out in a satisfied smile when Loki gave of itself a low moan from the moment. A chilled but pleasantly feeling spread from Loki's hands, and he made a surprised noise.
"Oh yes, it's a challenge," Harald challenged as he finished his spell and let go of Loki's hands that now were in place thanks to the help of one of his sealing spells
"You know, my love, there are families that have a special kind of magic," Harald hummed as he looked down, really satisfied by his work. it was the best so far " Our family happens to be very, very knowledgeable in sealing"
"Oh? You do, don't you" Loki Laughed as he tilted his head back so that he could look at the greenish chains that held his hands down to the ground.
He looked back at his mate and felt a shiver shoot through his system at the predator-like smile Harald had on his lips, "so try to get rid of this if you can," He purred as he sat back on his rear that was precisely over Loki's crotch. Making it a little bit hard to concentrate, but the challenge did not go unanswered.
Loki began to feel his way over the newly made magic sealing as Harald looked down at him, smiling like the little vixen he was.
The sealing was surprisingly complex and well done. Loki could see how this would be a problem as it would not go away quickly. And to think that Harald had done this in a second was amazing. Silently Loki wondered how much he could bound if he had time to do it more firmly. Could his whole family do it? Of course, they could; he had said that it was a family thing.
Harald grinned when he saw how Loki began to focus on his task, and he could hear his thoughts as his mind was running away with facts and possibilities.
However, this was an occasion Harald did not intend to escape from him. How many times could anyone say that they tricked the god of mischief and sealed his hands to the ground? Open to any kind of attack. And he would not make it easy for his trickster to get out of the bondings.
Harald let his hand slowly caress down over Loki's chest and pulled on the string that held his tunic together. Jade's green eyes opened quickly, and the intense gaze stared at him, and he just smiled back innocently
Harald just smiled innocently and let his fingers caress the flawless skin. "Do you have a problem, my beloved? Was it too difficult for you, perhaps?" he teased and let his hands find their way under Loki's clothes.
Loki was entirely at his mercy as long as he could not crack the code on the bounding. Harald could easily feel the bulge growing beneath him, poking him, and it made Harald feel braver and probably more devilish than he should bee over the control he now had gained.
"Do you like this?" Harald moved his hips, drawing out a moan from the man, and he slowly pulled his nails down in front of Loki's chest, which made him lift himself slightly upwards.
"What did you say now, my love?" Harald hummed as he looked down at Loki's now almost black eyes as his pupils were so dilated. "if I remember correctly, you like to be the one in control?" he purred sweetly.
Harald moved slowly down Loki's legs and positioned himself between them. Loki followed his movement, like a predator looking at his prey.
"What? Did the cat get hold of your tongue? " Harald teased as Loki let out another groan as his fingers stroked the now noticeable bump in his pants.
"Just you wait, when I get loose..."
Before Loki could cope with what was going on, tender lips nibbled at his stomach and were teasingly traveling lower. Harald smirked when he felt the new fluttering feeling inside of him was speeding up as he was the one in complete control. His hand caressed the bulge that was captured in the pants, and grinned when he heard Loki's breath change again, he was achingly hard.
"Did you say something?" Harald asked sweetly and slowly kissed the skin on Loki's hips, which made him shudder again. Harald could now see how he was trying to focus on getting the magic off now more fiercely than before.
"I love the way you look at me, have I told you that?" Hadrian hummed and kissed the pale skin just an inch above the hard bulge. "Love to hear your voice as you speak sweet nothing to me, perhaps I have to find another way to hear that sweet silver tongue of yours again?"
Loki's chest heaves as he contemplates what is about to happen, and his eyes are dark with lust. "You are playing with fire, little one."
"Perhaps, but I know that I can take the heat," Harald fingered with the lining of his pants, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
Harald slowly began to unbutton Loki's trousers, and it was not long before his pulsating cock was free from its prison. It was not overly large but still impressive, and long, he had never done this to his love before. It had always been Loki who had pleasured him like that. But not today. Today the trickster god was under his control and his alone.
The position and feeling of his rock hard cock out in the cold air around them made it hard for Loki to concentrate on the magic and how to break it. Harry suddenly let his hand slowly wrap around Loki's shaft and stroked him slowly, making said man hiss in pleasure, and his hips pushed upward and into his smaller lover's hand.
Loki gave off a suffocating moan as the little devil started to painfully stroke him. Harald grinned as he suddenly switched his method and bent forward over his crotch as he let his tongue run down his cock shaft.
He hadn't known that it was possible, but the cock hardened even more, and a gasp left the bounded prince lips. Harald wrapped his lips around the head of the cock, and Loki groaned as he forgot about the seal for a second. The warm sensation made him pull on his arms as the overwhelming feeling crashed inside of him.
Loki's breathing was now getting fast and faster, and Harald could feel the man's burning gaze on him the whole time, and it was the most thrilling sensation he had ever experienced. Harald wrapped his hands around Loki's cock again and popped off it with saliva running down his chin as he took in the state his lover was in.
"Are you alright, love?"
"Don't you dare stop now," Loki growled breathily, making the smeller male chuckle.
"So bossy," Harald hummed as he lifted himself and caught Loki's lips with his own in a heated kiss.
Loki had never thought that he would feel so excited that his little, seemingly innocent mate could act so dominantly. And not only that, his magic welcomed the act and even seemed to steadily underneath him.
Harald smiled at his lips and let his hand slowly move up and down over his shaft and listening to Loki's sweet gasp. He returned to his previous gentle care of his mate's cock as he started to caress it again and let go of his lips only to allow them to begin sucking on him with more enthusiasm, drawing out even more, moans from the bounded man beneath him.
Lokis' hips jerks in tandem to his sucking before he cries out as his seed is spilled into Haralds waiting mouth, taking it all. Loki had barely come down from his heights before Harald started to lick off the cum that dripped out of the corner of his mouth, looking down at his mate with a happy expression.
Just then, Loki broke the bonding that held his hand-tied and pulled Harald down in a hungry kiss. He made a small laughing noise when Loki grabbed his long hair in a tight fist, and he felt the pleasant tingling of the pain that pulled down along his back. Harald pulled away just an inch and was guaranteed to breathe as panting as Loki were.
Harald chuckled. "that good, huh?" The intense heat of magic and sex lay close around them, and he could feel the tingling along their mark, making their feelings known to both of them.
Harald swallowed hard and let his forehead fall towards the older man's and contentedly closed his eyes. Loki's fingers started to caress through his hair while they lay contentedly and just calm down. He moved a little and felt how his hard problems called for attention, making the man under him chuckle softly.
"Do you have a problem now, little prince?"
"Not something that can not be fixed," he hugged and smiled when he opened his eyes, looking forward to getting paid back. But there was something he had meant to ask for some time now. " can I see your mark?" he asked
Loki hummed, "of course; it's yours as much as mine," he said and brought Harald's marked arm up to his lips and kissed the soul mark, which seemed to sparkle with golden dust. Perhaps it was only the magic that still clung to them.
Harald smiled and let Loki sit up. He sat on the side while Loki began to take off his shirt, and Harald needed to bite down on his lips at the erotic sight in front of him. Loki gave him a dark, intense look, a look that held so many promises before he turned around so that his back was against him.
At the beginning of his hip bone and up to his shoulder were the beautiful blooming yellow peonies wrapped in a sea of forget-me-nots. It was large, it retched half his back, and when their bond was complete, it would cover both of their right arms. Harald had wondered for some time now how big it was going to be, and he got his answer.
Haralds let his eyes travel over the small flowers and the bigger one right on his shoulder blades. He allowed one of his hands to caress the flowers along Loki's back gently, and he smiled when he saw how goosebumps shot up along the bare skin.
Without thinking, he let his lips rest against the bare skin between his mates shoulder blades. His arms slipped around Loki's upper body as he hugged him close. He already knew about it, but this only gave him a confirmation, and he felt a bubbling feeling grow inside him. Loki was his, only his, until the end of time, until the end of their worlds, even until Ragnarök. Their bond was strong, powerful even, and would not break easily.
"Thank you," he whispered, leaning his forehead against his warm back, breathing in his unique scent, cedar, and fire.
"for what?" Loki asked with a husky voice, "you only have to ask, and I will get it to you," he said and hugged Harald's hands around him. Bringing up his knuckle and kissing them lightly.
Harald shook his head "because you are mine," he said, knowing how that sounded like a love-struck fool, and that was precisely what he was. Loki, on the other hand, just laughed softly
"It is I who shall thank both fate and magic for you, my beloved," Loki said, turning in his arms and smiling insidiously down at him. "Let me now show you how much I adore this godly gift given to me so generously, and I do believe you still have a little problem that needs to be taken care of"