[2] storm of rage ~ harry potter × marvel

7.

"Uncle, cousins, Stark," Skyler calls out over the busy shop, trying to get a hold of her family members... then, to her utter surprise, she sees Vali laughing with none other than Fred Weasley. Laughing, more like giggling flirtatiously.

Alright, that's unexpected, Skyler thinks, her eyes wide. Happily surprised, Skyler leaves the two alone, hoping to the Heavens and Hell that it will work out nicely. Narfi seems to be the only one who is seriously shopping, having a pouch filled with Galleons and a bag full of shop articles. Not too much later, she also finds Cassidy and Loki... Cassidy in a serious conversation with George Weasley, most likely about business. Her uncle seems so utterly bored by the talk – it must be business – that he decides to walk out of the shop.

Skyler looks around for a bit longer, when she concludes that there's nothing she hasn't seen already. Sighing, Skyler follows her uncle out of the joke shop, turning into the alley she saw him disappear in earlier.

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Draco looks at his aunt, outraged. Did the Dark Lord seriously just order him to be faster?

"I can't do it any faster, Aunty," he exclaims, not caring whoever could hear him. The sounds and noise of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes are loud enough to cover whatever sound he makes anyway.

"You must hurry a little, at least, Draco," Bellatrix giggles, "otherwise it won't end well... the Dark Lord wants it done; you should oblige and get it that way."

"But it's damn hard! It won't work, I need more time!" he cries out, and his aunt hisses at him, her eyes spitting fire.

"There is no time, Drakey," she shushes, glaring at him, "stop caring who might find out and make sure you have it done! He demands it!"

"Then tell me how I am supposed to kill the greatest wizard of the era without anyone noticing?!" Draco screams at his aunt, annoyed with the fact that she does not understand the stress and anxiety that came along with this assignment.

Bellatrix does not respond to her nephew, instead, the witch draws her wand and aims it behind Draco, "Avada Kedavra!" Draco swivels around and sees a green forcefield wielding off the Curse of Death. His eyes widen and he looks back at his aunt, who is gone without even thinking of taking him with her...

A strong grip on his shirt forces Draco against the wall, and his vision goes fuzzy because of the impact on the stone. "Give me one reason, one reason, not to kill you where you stand," Loki hisses at him, his green eyes glaring at Draco. The young wizard is completely sure that those eyes would be the last thing he saw... and even though death scares him, Draco feels ready too, for even death is a release of his doom.

"Please," he softly begs, opening his mind for the Prince of Asgard to understand... death would be a reward.

"My niece believes in you, trusts you, cares for you," Loki growls, "and yet here you are, betraying that trust. You are unworthy of her, you know that, scumbag?"

Draco's shoulders sag and he nods, "I don't think I ever would've been worthy."

Loki's icy gaze does not soften by his answer, instead, it only intensifies, and his fingers wrap themselves around Draco's neck, suffocating him slowly. "I am glad you know such things, young Malfoy, but that does not make you less guilty of betraying everyone that believed in you. It makes you a traitor, and do you know what happens to traitors where we come from?" Draco feels the muscles in Loki's fingers tense, as they start to seriously strangle him.

"Stop! What are you doing?" a familiar voice cries out, the scared undertone in it slowly breaking Draco's heart.

"Making sure this lying piece of shit ceases to exist," Loki growls, his eyes darting towards Skyler, who looks near tears.