I held the small bundle in my arms, as I left Asgard, teleporting myself to Midgard. It was dark and raining when I came to a small town. Holding the bundle closer to my chest to shield it from the rain, I made my way through the town, hiding in the shadows. I knew I had little time before I would be found and dragged back home. I came to a rundown home and peeked inside to see a mother laying her baby in a crib. This was my chance.

With a flick of my wrist, time had stopped in the small town, the raindrops froze in midair, birds in mid-flight, and the mother, frozen at the crib side as she wishes her baby goodnight. I entered the home. It wasn't much of a house, but…

"It's the best I can do, Little One."

I unwrapped the bundle to reveal the little tuff of dark grey fur. My little pup. I held my pup close to me before I neared the crib and placed my pup next to the baby boy in the crib. A tear fell from my eyes as I casted a spell merging the baby with my pup. I reached down to brush the short black hair of my pup's new form.

"I love you, my child. My Fenrir. I will watch over you. I will not forget you."

At that, I turned away from my son and left the house. As my spell lift and time began moving again, I heard the mother speak.

"Good night, my baby."

I broke down. My back slid down against the nearest wall, as I cried. I cried for this was my only way to save my pup from my father. I cried for I would never be able to hold my Fenrir again.

It never stopped me from watching my boy grow. My pup grew up as the boy named Severus Snape. He grew up with my intellect and my thirst for knowledge. Pride filled my heart, the day he showed his ability for magic. But soon, my boy's life turned for the worse. Unlike my pride and happiness for my son, his "father" was not. The first time he laid a hand on my son was when he was five and I had almost walked right in there and slit the man's throat. At least his mother was there. Ellen Snape, a magic user herself. She took care of my boy's wounds and dried his tears. I frowned. I wanted to hold my pup.

As years went on and nothing changed for the better, my hatred toward this Tobias Snape grew more and more. I knew if I killed him outright, Asgard would know and not only would I get in trouble again, but my pup will be found. I decided to take a sneakier approach. By now I knew this man's routine and I came to the bar he always goes to before heading home drunk, so he can slap my son around. I spotted him easily in the crowd. I sat close enough to watch and hear anything he said. I ordered a drink and waited. I waited until that man was so drunk he never saw the poison that was add to his drink; I waited until his head hit the counter with a loud thump, before putting my money on the table, leaving the bar. My work was done for that night.

The next morning, there was a small funeral for Tobias Snape. My boy and his mother stood at the grave, told he died of alcohol poisoning. A fitting death for that type of man. Though the abusive man was gone, life didn't get much better for my boy. His mother had to work more to be able to pay rent and for the little food they could get. It broke my heart. I wanted to be there to help.

I began to devise a plan. I would do my morning duties in Asgard and in the afternoon and evening I would appear on Spinner's End. I happened to be able to rent one of the small houses on the small street. I took a deep breath before heading to the Snape house. In my hands, I was carrying a big fruit basket. I found when a mortal dies, it is a common curtsy to bring food to the family.

Once I got to the door, I took one more deep breath and knocked. I waited for a little while before the door creaked open. I froze as I stared at my son, my son's human form. He was at the age of eight now. Pale skin, ebony hair hung past his ears, and black curious eyes.

"Hello, can I help you?"

I broke out of my daze at the boy's polite voice. I gave a small smile.

"Hello there, is your mother around? I didn't know your father really well, but I always greeted him on his way to work. I started asking questions when he never came by again. I didn't even know he had a family."

That is when Ellen Snape came to the door. Her eyes looked tired and irritated.

"Mother, you didn't have to get up. This man is here to…"

"It's alright Severus, I overheard. Sir, I thank you for your gesture, but we don't need your pity."

"Please, My Lady. Please take this as not only a sympathy gift, but as an apology. I should have found out sooner. Like I said, I only saw him in passing, but I saw him every morning that it became the norm. I should have expressed my concerns sooner."

Ellen sighed.

"Alright. Thank you, Mister….I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"Loki Odinson, Madame."

"Mister Odinson. Thank you."

I bowed slightly.

"No, thank you. If you need anything, I'm only four houses down to the right. Please have a good day and I apologize for waking you."

I slowly made my way down the steps and gave one last smile at Severus before heading back to my "house". My plan has been put into action. I may have gave them a fake life story, but if my son is anything like me, he would detect a lie, and I could never completely lie to my son. I gave him my real name. I have watched his father go to work a few houses down the road. I did not lie completely, I could not.