Here's the second chapter. I would have attached it to the first, but it got to be too long. So here. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Norse mythology or Marvel in any universe whatsoever. Why else would I write fanfiction?

When they reached the hospital wing, they immediately headed to the back of the room, where a space big enough for two and a half beds was blocked off by the curtains. As Albus parted them for him and Firenze, an unusual scene met their eyes.

Severus was standing over a cauldron, flames beneath, brewing the potions needed that only the young Potions Master could create quickly enough. Next to him, Pomona was handing off the ingredients when he called for them, and Minerva handed him materials the same way. Filius and Poppy were muttering over the man on the stretcher, which was still floating, as he was in no condition to be moved off of it. Their fired off spells and charms were keeping him stable, but Albus knew that until they got the potions into him, he wouldn't remain so for long. Speaking of which…

"Severus, you are aware that you'll have to use that spell you made to get the potions in him, right?" Albus questioned. "The nerve damage does mean that he can't swallow, after all."

Severus grunted an affirmative but otherwise remained focused on his task- one of the biggest reasons why he was a Potions Master so young. It would be a strain to have to add on giving this strange man his potions as well as brewing others and keeping up with his duties at Hogwarts, but as the only one there who knew, and could perform, the complicated nonverbal spell, he knew it was his job to.

Albus then turned to Minerva. "You are in charge of keeping the news of this man from the students, and dispel any rumors. Keep an eye on Mister Potter as well, he's a very curious boy, and we do not need any attention right now." Minerva nodded, not stopping handing Severus the materials.

Albus then turned to Filius and Poppy. Poppy already knew what she had to do, Albus reasoned, and so he only addressed Filius, "Keep charms around his bed, put up wards and make sure that there are spells to alert us if anything changes while Poppy is busy with others."

Poppy narrowed her eyes at him. "And I suppose, Albus, that you expect me to have this man ready to answer questions in less than a week?" She didn't even give him the time to respond before continuing. "Even if we manage to heal his internal injuries, his cracked and broken ribs, his broken leg and shattered hand, as well as all of the superficial wounds all over his body, he will not be able to even swallow, much less talk, until the summer holidays at least." She stopped lecturing for a second to bark to Severus "sleeping potion" before going back to her healing spells. Albus frowned at this, but he expected it from Poppy. She was extremely protective with her patients.

Severus left the cauldron simmering and swept past Albus, pulled a vial from his robes and flicked his wand. The liquid in it disappeared, and from the slight jerk of the unconscious man's chest, he knew that Severus had just spelled the potion down the other man's throat. He was surprised, however, when Severus repeated the process twice more.

"Nutrition and numbing potions," he said when Albus sent him a glance.

Poppy nodded. "You'll need to administer those as well as the healing potions every morning and night, and at noon until he's stable."

Filius stepped up behind her as Severus went back to his work area, ladling the finished potion into bottles that Minerva conjured as needed, then taking one of the many and heading back over to the man. He wordlessly waved his wand and transferred the potion from the bottle to the man again, then started brewing the next one. The charm put on the man by Filius, displaying his injuries, now showed the wounds allowing the internal bleeding slowly closing. Poppy murmured a spell and the broken ribs pushing against the healing organs moved back to the usual places and encased them with immobilization spells, as well as renewing the one on the neck with Filius's help.

As the routine started again, Albus turned to Firenze, whom everyone had forgotten was there.

"And now, Firenze, you can explain to us what you have been murmuring."

The centaur sighed and turned towards the professors, his tail swishing, showing that he was not happy with this order. He let his tense posture drop, though, as he began talking.

"A long time ago before you were a student, Albus, we centaurs had a visitor from another realm."

"Realm?" Minerva questioned.

"Yes," Firenze went on. "The Nine Realms orbit around Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and Midgard- Earth- is one of them. The centaurs were told this by our visitor. She was from the most powerful realm, the Realm Eternal- Asgard."

"Asgard?" Minerva broke in again. "Isn't that place from Norse mythology?"

Firenze sighed at the interruption again, but continued. "Exactly, for that is what this is. The visitor however, unlike this one, arrived by the Bifrost, or-"

"The Rainbow Bridge," Minerva finished. Albus shot her a look and she shut her mouth and turned her attention back to handing Severus his materials, but kept her ears open. Albus nodded to Firenze to go on.

"Our visitor was Queen Frigga, the Queen of Asgard herself. She gathered us centaurs in the forest and taught us how to see Yggdrasil and read its stars to see the future, for that is her ability- to see what will happen. She gave us the secret on how those who are mortal can do so as well. As she left after teaching us all she was able to, our leader asked her why she was spending valuable time teaching her secrets to creatures on a realm she never visits herself. She told us…"

Firenze looked straight into Albus's eyes.

"…She said that she was ensuring the survival of her son."

There was silence throughout the hospital wing as everyone let that sink in. Poppy was the one who broke the silence this time.

"Did she mention anything about how her son would be injured? If we knew, we could heal him much more efficiently-"

"She did not mention anything else," Firenze said. "I believe that she did not know much herself. All she did know was that one of her sons would end up on Midgard, and she gave us centaurs the ability to read the stars to try and prevent the danger." He lowered his eyes. "I did not see this…"

Minerva, meanwhile, was staring hard at the unconscious man- er- Asgardian, even as she continued to help Severus, who was at the most important part of the brewing stage. She knew her mythology, even Norse, which was one of the most confusing mythologies out there. But in the most well-known myths, the Queen of Asgard had three children- and only one of them had black hair.

"Loki."

Albus turned to face her. "What was that, Minerva?"

Minerva didn't answer immediately, instead helping Severus bottle up the potion for the neck's nerves and watching as he used his nonverbal spell to transfer it to the patient. Only then did she reply to Albus as Severus started up the next batches of potion to mend the different bones.

"His name is Loki." At Albus's questioning gaze, she explained. "In the most common Norse myths, Frigga has three sons, and only one fits this man's description. The youngest prince of Asgard, Norse God of Mischief, Lies, Fire, and Magic, making him the only male magic user of Asgard besides his father, Odin, who rarely- if at all- uses his own magic. Asgard was based on warriors and strength, so Loki was looked down upon for learning 'a woman's art'." Firenze seemed impressed with her knowledge; Filius, Pomona and Poppy looked interested at the idea of Loki and slightly upset at the description of Asgard and their negative views about magic; Severus kept a straight face as he Occluded his thoughts about the matter, but the slight tightening of his hand around his wand showed that he was upset; and Albus…

Albus Dumbledore had that well-known glint in his eyes as he gazed upon their patient.

"Well," he said with a slight chuckle, "I think we'll have to talk with our newest professor as soon as he's able to, hm?"

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