It was a cold and wind less night on October 31, 1981. The houses in Godric's Hollow dark and silent. Not a whisper of sound could be heard through the desolate landscape. Though as the air shifted and the wind started once again. A peculiar smell filtered through the air. It was a smell of burning wood and jasmine. The smells clashing against one another for dominance in your senses. Though the man could sense a foreboding presence behind it.

As he walked down the street towards its end. The man could feel the shift in the air. The feeling of darkness on his skin was suffocating. Though he kept going regardless of his instincts telling him to turn back. He continued onward towards his destination. Towards the reason for him coming here in the first place. He had felt a magical spike in the air like none he had ever felt before. The sheer power behind it staggered him and he knew that he had to find out what or who caused it. Though he was not prepared for the destruction that awaited him.

Fire. Burning brighter than the sun rose mightily into the air. Though he could tell that it would not spread because it was not a normal fire. He could feel the magic, like a cloud, in the air. The man looked at what once was a beautiful cottage. Its front door removed completely off its hinges. Parts of the front wall torn from its structure. The man felt a sliver of sadness run through him before he squashed it down. Now was not the time to let petty emotions rule him. Now was the time to find the source of the power surge.

The man went down the cobbled path towards the main entrance of the cottage; and what he was met with caused sadness to once again get passed his barricades. What once was a happy and loving family home, was now one wrought with destruction and death. The man glided into the house and glanced along the walls and saw many family pictures. Of a man with untidy black hair and mischievous hazel eyes. A woman with beautiful auburn hair and kind emerald green eyes, and a baby with the man's untidy black hair and the woman's beautiful green eyes. They all seemed so happy, he thought.

Though as he turned his gaze to the prone figure on the ground, he once again felt sadness well up within him. He silently moved to stand beside the man and he knelt. With a gentle touch, as if not to wake the man, he closed his eyes. He could feel the magic in the air and he knew that it was what killed the hazel eyed man. A thought which brought him some sort of peace. Hopefully the spell had been quick and the man didn't have to suffer, though he still wished that the man could still be alive.

As he stood his keen ears finally picked up the sound of crying. Immediately the man's face started to pale. His eyes unconsciously went to pictures and saw the baby once again. Immediately the man went to the stairs and scaled them with ease. He followed the sounds of the crying until he reached a room with the door ajar. He cautiously stepped in and saw another heart wrenching scene. The woman from the pictures lay prone on the ground in front of the crib, that held the crying baby. The man didn't need to be a genius to tell she had been protecting her child.

The man once again moved to kneel, and gently closed the woman's eyes. He then looked up and was immediately entranced in emerald green eyes. The baby had tear stains on his cheeks and his wild black hair was in complete disarray. However the man knew from the look in the baby's eyes, that he in some way knew what had just happened. The man's eyes drifted up towards the baby's forehead and saw a freshly made scar. He was glad that it didn't seem to be bleeding too heavily. Small miracles he supposed.

He was soon standing and he gently picked up the baby. He felt the baby calm in his arms which caused a small smirk to flit across his face; and as he stared at the baby the man couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness he hadn't felt in a long time. The man once again turned to look at the destruction of the room one last time with a sad look in his eyes.

After he grabbed a few things, he was ready to go.

The man turned to look out one of the holes in the wall, when he saw movement in front of the cottage. He saw many people walking towards the cottage and he could see the pain within their eyes. Though the man didn't stay long enough to figure out who they were, because he was gone in a flash. Disappearing from the cottage and the world.

The man appeared in a flash of light in the throne room. He saw that his father was talking to his oaf of a brother once again. The man couldn't help but roll his eyes as he started to make his way towards his room. Though before he could make it half way, his mother's voice halted him.

"Loki what do you have there dear?" Frigga asked and Loki immediately felt his icy heart melt at the sound of her voice. Loki turned around and saw that his father and brother were now looking at him as well. He watched as both of their eyes widened in surprise at seeing him holding a baby. Though he also noticed that his mother had a smile on her face. As if she knew all along what he held with him. Though before he could think on it further his father's voice broke through the air.

"Loki what is the meaning of this? Where did that child come from?" Odin asked in his booming voice, which caused Loki to wince internally at the sheer volume of it. Though he kept his features composed the entire time.

"This child is the cause of the power surge that I felt and subsequently left to figure out where it came from. The supposed meaning of me bring him here dear father is simple. His parents have just been killed and I did not wish to leave him alone. So I decided to take him here and raise him," Loki said in an almost bored drawl. He watched as indecision filtered across his father's face. Though he didn't really care if the almighty Odin didn't agree with him. He was not going to abandon this child.

Loki watched as his father opened his mouth, though his mother beat him to it. "Oh calm down dear husband. If Loki believes himself capable to raise this child then so be it. Who are we to say he's not? I believe he will do a fine job in raising the child into a fine young man."

Loki immediately felt a smirk fight its way to appear on his face. Though Loki remained strong in his resolve not to let it show. He watched as his father worked his jaw before he tightly nodded. Which caused Loki to smile and he bowed gracefully before leaving; and as the doors slammed closed behind them. Odin turned to look at his wife.

"Are you sure that he is capable of raising that child?"

Frigga responded with a soft smile. "More sure than I have ever been."

A/N: Hey everyone! I know adding another story isn't the best idea. However I couldn't get this idea out of my head so I hope you can forgive me. If you have any questions feel free to PM me. This first chapter is a prologue of sorts to see if you all would want to read this.

Also if you think of a better sorry name feel free to either PM me it or you can review. (I'm not asking for reviews it's if you want to, I'm not making you.)

Sorry for all the misspelled/missing words.

-ShakespearePoet101