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To those who wield fire:

I would like to know the extent of your control over fire as well as whether or not your abilities have increased significantly since you arrived in Asgard. And, if your abilities have increased, was it due to practice or did it happen naturally?

I suppose those inquiries could apply to any power, but I would like to compare notes with another fire user if at all possible.

Thank you.

[Filtered to Draco Malfoy.]

[Hermione switches to video, looking thoughtful.]

Have you made use of your power? How high can you fly?

[Other than that, because he's not horrible to talk to...]

Would you like to meet in person sometime? I don't know about you, but being around someone familiar might be a welcome change. [And she is going to leave it at that.]

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The night sky sure is lovely. [She tilts her bracelet so that everyone can see the heavens.] Would it be silly to make a wish if I see a shooting star?

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[ yes, but— ] Only if you expect it to come true. Most life seeks out comfort, and if wishing upon a star brings you solace, then who's to call it pitiful?

Have you ever done it?

Not even as a child. We don't have quite the same — stories as you do.

I didn't figure you would, but I had to ask. [Overwhelming curiosity in all things, you know.] I used to do it frequently when I was a child. I haven't done it lately.

Has something happened to leave you feeling like a child, Hermione?

[How about, all the things ever?] I'm a little homesick, that's all.

Is it? [ a beat; he doubts it's truly all. homesickness, he imagines, would lead to a slightly different route than wishing upon unfamiliar stars. ] I shouldn't think you'll find much here to remind you of Earth.

Before I came here...

My friends and I managed to survive a War. We had been fighting in it for almost a year. [Actively, at least.] A lot of people died and I never got the chance to really...process that.

I miss them, I miss those that passed and I miss my family.

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You feel lost, in other words — lacking place and definition.

And...friendship. At least the kind I had before.

[ brief silence. ] You were a lonely child, weren't you?

...I was...

[She releases a long sigh.]

I tended to push people away back then.

And so you wished upon the stars. What is it you're hoping for now — peace? You shan't find that — not for your friends, the people lost and left behind in the remains of your war — until you're back there.

And that amuses you?

I came from destruction — a war — too, Hermione. Why would that amuse me? I know the pain of loss, the confusion, the weariness that comes with the end of a purpose you have long strived to complete. There's no amusement to be found in that.

[ l i e s. ]

But if I'm wrong, if your mind will be set at rest whilst you're here, whilst that unknown of what is to come remains, please correct me — although I feel as if you'd agree that there's no substitute for seeing with one's own eyes, and for experiencing with one's heart and soul.

[If this had been anyone else, she might have fallen for his words. They are truthful - at least in her case. But he's Loki and she hasn't forgotten that.]

Are you thinking of becoming an actor?

As you wish.

I shan't bother you any longer.

[...did he just...

Is this another trick?

But what if he isn't? Her conscience would never leave her alone!]

L-Loki...

I'm sorry. If you were being serious...

You're right. About all of those things.

A word of advice, Hermione: a truth does not cease being truth simply because you doubt the honesty of the one who speaks it. I don't blame you for not trusting what you know of me, but answer me this: would you consider me so untrustworthy if my words didn't contain some basis for trust?

[ pause. ] But if you wish for confirmation, you need only ask Thor. He knows of the wars of which I speak.

No... You're right. I was being cruel. [She pauses, deciding to give him an honest answer.] I think...that's what makes me feel wary. Your vast experiences with War likely make mine look ridiculous in comparison. But the emotions are the same. I guess it scares me to know someone can read me so easily.

I don't need to ask him. I apologize for being so defensive.

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[ she can't see it, of course, but his lips twitch into a smile at her mention of cruelty; evidently, they had quite different ideas of what could and would be classified as cruel. that aside, he's generally rather fond of his ability to read people.

nevertheless— ] War has a tendency to elicit much the same response in all who experience it in its true form, bar a few — and if that doesn't comfort you, do remember that I'm older than I appear, in mortal terms at least. For as much as life likes to imagine it's unique, there's a commonality to it all that can be seen quite easily if one lives long enough and bothers to look.

I'm...only eighteen. [Though she will be nineteen in a few months.] I never thought I would be apart of a War, but when my best friend was in danger, I couldn't back down. He needed me and he needed...R-Ron. [Emotion makes her voice shake.] So we were together. Being here, alone, it's just -

[She trails off. After a pause, she murmurs:] I think you understand.

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