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Now, without further ado..."Once Upon a Time", or "In the Beginnig" or whatever...

Ps: Rewritten and added to, and then fixed on site as of 8 of August, 2013, Wednesday.

PSS: I just realized I lied. HP and the Avengers may be slightly AU, at leasts in some small respects.

PPSS: Revisions have been made to the early chapters of this, and as such the use of quotes throughout the chapters has been utilized, the original chapter encompassing starters stripped. The guessing game is as follows, as explained in later chapters, along with a few other pointers:

Instead of placing a main chapter quote, I have inserted quotes in the text, which will be bolded, and have a ~ symbol beside of it for anyone whose device(s) will not make the bolding show up. The "fun" if you will, is in guessing or figuring out where the quotes come from. They're from many diverse fandoms, although I admit some I may use throughout this story may just be quotes. But, but, that I will try to avoid. The point of views are obvious to me, but I wrote them, so if anything is ever confusing, please PM me, and please PM me if you see any revisions that need to be made in spelling, grammar, etc., and I'll let you know if anything that seems ridiculous was supposed to be that way or if it's an honest mistake.

A few other things: If any part of a quote is underlined, it means that part of the quote had to be altered slightly to make sense in a particular situation.


The Remnant Prince~

Act 1 ~ Along Came A Spider

Advice to a Prophet
By Richard Wilbur

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Mad-eyed from stating the obvious,
Not proclaiming our fall but begging us
In God's name to have self-pity,

Spare us all word of the weapons, their force and range,
The long numbers that rocket the mind;
Our slow, unreckoning hearts will be left behind,
Unable to fear what is too strange.

Nor shall you scare us with talk of the death of the race.
How should we dream of this place without us?—
The sun mere fire, the leaves untroubled about us,
A stone look on the stone's face?

Speak of the world's own change. Though we cannot conceive
Of an undreamt thing, we know to our cost
How the dreamt cloud crumbles, the vines are blackened by frost,
How the view alters. We could believe,

If you told us so, that the white-tailed deer will slip
Into perfect shade, grown perfectly shy,
The lark avoid the reaches of our eye,
The jack-pine lose its knuckled grip

On the cold ledge, and every torrent burn
As Xanthus once, its gliding trout
Stunned in a twinkling. What should we be without
The dolphin's arc, the dove's return,

These things in which we have seen ourselves and spoken?
Ask us, prophet, how we shall call
Our natures forth when that live tongue is all
Dispelled, that glass obscured or broken

In which we have said the rose of our love and the clean
Horse of our courage, in which beheld
The singing locust of the soul unshelled,
And all we mean or wish to mean.

Ask us, ask us whether with the worldless rose
Our hearts shall fail us; come demanding
Whether there shall be lofty or long standing
When the bronze annals of the oak-tree close.

Prologue: Marked

JOTUNHEIM

Fárbauti stared pensively out of the window, watching fresh snow flakes drift past. She gasped, her hand flying to her round belly. Her son would be due soon, any day. She hated Jotunheim almost to the point of passion. Ever since her mistaken tryst with Laufey, she had had to remain. He had tricked her, assuring her he was as benign as she with his deeds. She hated him indeed.

Then he had had the audacity to lock her in the tower, insisting travel could injure the baby growing steadily inside of her womb.

He had wanted an heir. Badly. She didn't know what kind of magic he had used on her, but every particle of her essence writhed with hatred-for him, for his trickery, for making her more receptive to conceiving, for romancing her at all. She sighed. If only the stars had not still been so muddled, perhaps she could have...no. There was no way she could have foreseen what she had.

She mourned for her son. ~An invisible barrier separated him from the rest of the world. He was - he had always been a marked man. And even though it broke her heart, she realized he always would be.
"My child," she croaked, stroking her taught, ballooning abdomen tenderly, "~The consequences of our actions are so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed. I am sorry that I failed you."


Adjacent Dimension: Alternate Midgard,
London, England, 15 April 1979

"How about Hermione?"
"How'd you know what I was thinking, Benji," Jean Granger said suspiciously.
"'Open previous web session', or something along those lines," he replied with a straight face.
"But it was also on my list. Do you really like it?"
Jean exhaled through her nose.
"It sounds intelligent enough, certainly. Educated. Refined."
Benjamin leaned over the back of the couch to kiss her on the cheek. "I couldn't agree more."

She held him there. "Two miscarriages, Benji. Two miscarriages. I have never made it this far along...I'm afraid to breath wrong."
He stilled, exhaling quietly into her hair.
"Stress free environment this time around," he murmured, "and I'm going to make every moment of this pregnancy be a vacation for you."
Jean sobbed, turning her face into his neck. He slid an awkward arm around her.

"Shhh, it's all right," he soothed. "Everything will be."


Something wasn't right, she could sense it. The others slept onward peacefully, or Watched elsewhere, but Naryu twitched with impatience, squirmed in its ungodly grasp, and felt something inherently bad happening. She cast about for the reason. Suddenly his face swam into focus, eyes brilliant prisms of gray specked teal, a faint sheen about him and his hair slightly ruffled, the smirk falling as he whispered, "Bad magic happens, Naryu."

Then came the actual falling. Naryu screamed, never having been so terrified of death as she was floundering and fishtailing helplessly in the dark, hearing things chatter at every turn. The blackness was so absolute, so much so that she only just recognized the pale, scarred hand that was outstretched upward in her line of sight, as if having let something slip from the grasp of those long, dexterous fingers. Loki's hand. There was a pulsing in the bleak dark below, and she felt his fear as the open dimensional rift, possibly closed off with only one way in and out, loomed ever near.
"Bad magic happens," another voice repeated in a whisper. "Bad things happen."

Naryu's eyes opened in a quick whiplash of movement, her body snapping into an erect position. Her heart thundered in her ribcage. It wasn't the first vision she had had of him, that Loki, whoever he was. She pressed her hand over her heart, as if the pressure would slow its steady march.

All Sylph were as mischievous by nature as they were attracted to things of deep and hidden beauty, like magpies with shiny coins. They knew things by touch alone at times, and could tell automatically when a being of another race was lying. Between each other, the small deceptions and slights of hand didn't matter. They were impish and amused by worthwhile antics, sometimes of chaos, but never anything extreme or truly harmful. They all watched through the windows into the Otherworlds out of curiosity, and heckled, played or teased the inhabitants, but Naryu, yet a youngling that appeared as a child, was the only one who could see each possible future of any one world she cared to glance into. She often became fixated for long hours, staring into the murky depths of the windows, and more often than not she would meddle, change a fate. The others always asked why she bothered, creeping her magic into what they saw as worthless investments, why not let the mortals and immortals of other places have their own fate if they were not of their own, but she couldn't stop caring.

She relaxed, running her hand through her tousled blonde hair, pulling the band off of the end of what had been a ponytail. She sprang up abruptly, slipping outside and walking down the Viewing Isle, also known as the Bridge or Hall of Windows, placing her hand against each jagged square expanse, just feeling. The burning tingling sensation of the next she slid her palm onto jarred her body to a distinct halt. The aura of it all was unmistakable. The Loki she dreamed of would be in that World's future. She peered deeper, seeing it had nine interconnected Realms, each with varying neighboring planets and solar systems, quite a few alternate timelines and thirteen different dimensions.

A wave of nausea rolled over her, alerting her to another, waking vision. The visions weren't pretty and wrapped in a precise present box like everyone seemed to think if one was awake. Everything was garbled as if underwater, muffled and echoing, sometimes disjointed and repetitive. What she saw wasn't though. What she saw was the Loki she always had, with a mortal girl whose brown eyes blazed intensely and whose hair refused to be tamed, with a spirit and tongue sharp enough to cut steel.
"Hermione...," he began, looking at the girl, but the rest burbled away, replaced by horrors...Naryu winced. His unhappy, lonely life flashed through her mind rapidly. She watched as he spiraled into insanity in more than one future, some where he had met the girl and still lost himself, some where he was driven mad by grief at her death, all having to do with a damned prophecy or two, and concealment, and having no one and no guidance or company for so many years. Then another clicked into place as well. Loki was not and had not been alone there. No, he had had a friend...once, who showed up as a shadowy someone, an only friend who had, in his eyes, betrayed him...the outcome was almost much the same, until that thread split in two, the latter blurring when it came to the "friend" entirely. Naryu's head split with it, a migraine pounding through her skull.

"Bad Magic happens..."

"Naryu?"
She couldn't respond for worry she might start wailing. It always happened with her: her sight always spiraling sporadically out of fluctuation and control, her flawed gift, so that each and every sorrow and sob story intermingled and nearly killed her. At first it would only be the grief of who she sought, but most of the time, if she let it deepen as she just had, suddenly the sorrow of that World's entirety would crush her. She had to stare for hours, gleaning from shallow pools of knowledge lest what was happening to her happen. She couldn't protect herself from the searing, even as she felt someone cradle her head. Gasping, she opened her eyes after a fashion, finding Alosa to be staring down at her.

"V-vision..." she coughed weakly. His violet eyes narrowed. "A first one brought thou here."
Their kind's truth-knowing of each other by touch rendered her incapable of lying at that moment.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Visions happen because of personal connections and personal fate," he told her seriously.
"Thou dost always feel pain because thou always meddle, and always make something thy mess."

"This...came...out of nowhere...sleep..."
He hummed quietly, insistently, pushing the memories and visions to the back of her mind and sealing the lot up as if it never happened. Her eyes unfocused and she shuddered. Her body lay limp momentarily, then with a gasp, she blinked sleepily up at Alosa.
"Wherefore am I here?" she murmured. Alosa shrugged.
"Thou tell me."
She smiled sleepily at him, head lolling to the side in slumber. He stood, carrying her back to the nursery, not knowing that he had sealed her personal destiny tie with Loki, and that no matter what he did, she would plunge after Loki Laufeyson and fight when it seemed no one else would.

Not even Loki.


A/N: Naryu is important. I think I mentioned this started before the events of Thor? Don't be disappointed. Everyone's favorite insufferable know-it-all is here! But I find starting in childhoods or at or before the beginning to be enchanting. Don't lose focus. Next chapter has Loki, and all POVs will be third limited and switch around. You, darlings, won't have to wait long for a chapter from the eyes of Loki or Hermione. And watch out for the Knargles; they like this place even though I keep spraying.