Hello readers! This is my second fanfiction that I wrote in English. So, correction to wrong grammars or sentences would be very accepted.

And to those of you who haven't read the story description, here you are :

Two years after 'Thor The Dark Lord', Loki's disguise as Odin were discovered. When Loki get away from Asgard, Odin ordered Thor to go on a search for his brother and found Loki in Amora's presence. Little did Thor knows that his arrival was actually just a little step of Loki's master plan to fight Thanos and denying the destiny.

As a part of the plan, Loki —getting a help from Amora— sent himself and his brother to earth in the past to be reborn again as a mortal without memories of their past life until some time being.

Loki was reborn in a rich magical family as Draco Malfoy, and Thor was reborn as Harry Potter.

This story is about the two Norse Gods who lived in earth as magical mortals.

So yes, this is an XOver fanfic between Thor and Harry Potter. And no, I own neither Thor nor Harry Potter. Every characters and the original story line that I put on this fanfic are belongs to their original author. I own nothing but my own made-up story line in this fanfiction.

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MIDGARD LONDON, 1980

It was in the middle of a day. Yet no sun could be seen in the blackened sky where thick dark clouds gathered. Harsh rains that pouring non stop for the last six hours creating new rivers in the streets and the forests. Giving no mercy to those who suffered her wrath with an unwanted water. Sounds of roaring thunders could be heard from the sky, while the wild winds were attacking the whole city of London in the biggest thunderstorm ever happens in the century.

Meanwhile in the house of Potter in a small street of muggle London, a baby with a very loud cries was born. Lily Evans-Potter, the matriarch of the family was currently holding the loudest baby she ever seen in her arms. Smile in her face, while her husband, James Potter is giving his wife the happiest grin he ever had. The thunderstorm outside the hospital not even bother the small family from their happiness. Very little they know, that their first son were the real reason of why the said thunderstorm were happened in the first place.

Still in the same city of London, but in a very different place where a big manor of Malfoy family stood proudly near a forest, another baby was being born a month before. There were no thunderstorm. Just a clear blue sky with peaceful soft winds swinging around. A perfect expression of a perfect day. But to those who have a strong sense of magic, it was different. That day, is a storm day with it's own right. 'Perfect' and 'peaceful' was the exact opposite from what actually happen behind the mist of magic. It was an utter chaos.

The very existence of magic from the city are singing and dancing in a impossibly high power for the day when the baby was born and several days after. It was funny yet also fearful to see how the magical creatures of London has gone mad after that. They are screaming, attacking, and creating disturbance while wizards and witches were forced to calming them down. No one knows though but a very few ones that the chaos were created by a 'mere' toddler.

The said toddler itself is very quiet. His first cries could only be heard by the father who held him close and the mother near him. But how those around the big manor and the forest could hear the soft first sound of the new heir of the Malfoy lines like a music in their ears were creating an unanswered question for the next weeks and months. Nor the new parents also knows how much power their newborn baby were possessed, or the fact that he was the reincarnation from one of the most powerful sorcerer ever exist in worlds.

ASGARD, 2015

The proclaimed-dead god of mischief walking through the halls of Asgard under the guise of the Allfather. It has almost been two years since the said god was leading the realm of eternal from her throne while the real Allfather itself were trapped under a long slumber in a chamber where no one but Loki knows. Huginn and Muninn were flying low around Loki to give him the newest reports from all over the nine realms. Normally, the real Allfather would just see through their eyes and get the reports himself. But Loki couldn't do that, because he wasn't the real Allfather. Even when Loki could fool the whole Asgard with his disguise and a perfect acting skill, he couldn't fooling the all-knowing ravens. So, right after he become an undercover king, Loki had made a deal with them to help him collecting information while in return he will take care of the helpless Allfather.

Entering his new chamber with gungnir in one hand, Loki checked the wards around the room and dropping his glamour when he were satisfied. The trickster made his way towards a mirror and murmuring a scry spell under his breath. Slowly, the image of his vibrant emerald eyes with a newly-short-cut black hair and a pale skin changed. Revealing a beautiful young woman with a bright blonde hair and an equally bright green eyes.

"Amora," Loki greeted with a smile that resembles a smirk and a little nod. The sorceress grinned in return. The muffled sounds of her surroundings filtering through the spell.

"Loki, dear, it has been far too long." She purred, eyes glittering in interest. "This was certainly a pleasant surprise. What can I do for a dead prince of Asgard?"

"I think the better question is what you can do for an old friend." Loki corrects her and leans closer to the scrying portal with a smug face. "And a king."

She let out a loud laugh at that and Loki wait her out until she were calming down.

"Really, Loki. You left me from all the fun you pulled." She said, still chuckling a little. "I heard much of interesting things two years ago until a report came to Alfheim informing your honorable death. Dramatic as ever, huh. Now tell me dear, what makes you decided to contacting me after all this time?"

"You hurt me, Amora." Loki place a hand on his chest in a mock hurt gesture. "Can't I just wanted to simply talk with an old friend?"

"If that was you, Loki, there was never a 'simply talk'."

Loki's lips twitched up in amusement. "As interesting as ever our little conversation is, Amora, I am sure you want to know the real reason of this talk. Shall we get to the point?"

"You are no fun, Loki!" Amora pouted. "It has been a century since the last time we met!"

"I know, and I miss you too, Amora dear. But I promise you a great of fun if you decided to hear and help me."

"What do you have there, my lovely friend? Please, tell me."

"To put it simply, I have a Titan to destroy. Would you join in?" asked Loki shortly, and when Amora's eyes glinting in a predatory sort of way, he smirked.

"Oh, Loki! Of course I am in!" Amora practically purred. "I assure you, this last century has been pretty boring to me without the existence of your mischief."

"I am pleased to know that you certainly haven't changed a bit since our last meeting, my dear. It is good to know where I could find someone who understand my kind of fun. But let me tell you, Amora, that this is not something as simple as a mischief."

"Oh? Then what is it?"

Loki's face darkened instantly. Noticing it, Amora narrowing her eyes in anticipation, and The Trickster shortly answered in a flat tone,

"A revenge."

The chamber where the scrying mirror stood were quiet as the both sorcerer staring and studying each other in a long silence. Amora was the one who breaks it.

"Loki, oh my dearest friend. If I asks you what happened, will you answers me?"

Loki sighed and gave her a tired look. "I don't know, Amora, maybe I will or maybe not."

"Anything you think is the best, Loki. But if I may ask, is this have some connections to the events on Midgard?"

"Aye." answered Loki simply in a dismissing tone.

Amora decided not to push him any longer, so she change the topic to another that enough to urges her curiosity. "Tell me your plan, dear."

So he did and by the time he has done outlining his plans, Amora gave him a wolfish grin. Her eyes thoughtful and calculating with possibilities.

"That was rather a complicated plan." The Enchantress commented. "And a very.. you."

"A very me? Interesting choice of word you have there."

Amora laughed. "It was the only word that could describe a complicated and reckless plan as that yet also sounds like an interesting game."

"Reckless?" Loki half-glaring at her in annoyance. "It was no reckless! Reckless is Thor! I am no reckless. And I have very carefully made that plan until it was perfect!"

"I know you are no reckless, Loki. Don't take offense at that, my dear. It was a compliment, if you don't notice it. What I am saying is, you are amazing. But really, Loki? Going to the past and living as mortal? You are the only one in Asgard, and maybe in the other eight realms that could think something like that." Amora shaking her head more in amusement than exasperation, then grinning widely. "Now I remember why I'm friend with you. You are so full of fun."

Loki gave her a mock bow and with a polite tone, he said, "Your compliment is highly appreciated, O Great Enchantress."

Amora's grin get wider until her teeth could be seen through the scrying mirror. She purred, "Oh, Loki, my dearest. How much I miss you."

Loki only grinning back at that.

"So, when do you intend to start?"

"Soon. The preparation not yet completed. I'll contact you again when I am done." He tells her and once she nods, he ends the spell.

Again alone in the big chamber, Loki stared at his reflection in the mirror. His appearance has been improved since the day of his fall. He seems healthier and brighter. Almost looks like his old self before everything in his life become a mess, yet far more mature. After giving a smug grin when he seen the gungnir in his hand, Loki walk towards a bed and laying there, staring at the ceiling for hours to think. When he finally get sat up, he smiles.

"Now is the time when the game would began."

TBC.