The-boy-who-was-trolled
Chapter 01

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Within the greater realms where all the gods live there is a famous well. Mimir's well, described in myth and legend, allows the gods to view any of the worlds of men, a feat few alone were able to do without some manner of avatar present.

Our story begins at this famous well, with a rather infamous goddess of love, doing what most women do when they're not working. She was watching her stories.

In this case she was watching one of her favorite stories, about her favorite characters, Harry Potter, or as the folks upstairs like to call him, the monkey wrench.

Not since the age of heroes had one mortal thwarted so much evil. Harry had somehow managed to stumble onto more cases than any Auror in the history of the force. Even Moody hadn't been so successful, and Harry managed to do it without losing any limbs.

That was okay though. The absolute disaster that was his marriage more than made up for it. Ginny Weasley had inherited a lot from her mother, her mouth for one, temper for another. What she hadn't gotten was her mothers loyal and faithful nature.

Venus watched as Ginny once again harangued her husband about some stupid little thing. Harry sat quietly in his chair, a perfectly neutral expression on his face.

Ginny didn't notice. Ginny didn't know. Her husband had found her out. Some days earlier he'd gotten the results and his world had come crashing down. His children weren't his children.

Figuring out the love potion part of it had been easy after that. He would have figured it out sooner if it were being used on anyone but him. But it wasn't and finding out all the good things in his life were a lie had been too much.

"So what are we watching?"

Venus glanced up from her viewing to find a surprise, "Loki?"

The trickster of the Norse gave a dramatic bow. Most people didn't like Loki, and not without good reason. Venus, surprisingly, was one of the few who hadn't sworn some sort of vendetta against him at some point.

"I'm surprised to see you, out in the open" she teased.

"You know me V, I laugh in the face of danger" the cocky Norseman crowed.

"That's probably why he doesn't like you."

"Ya think."

Venus shook her head and chuckled, what a ham.

"But back to more important matters" he said, "what are we watching?"

"Harry Potter" she replied.

"Oh, Charon's embarrassment."

"Loki, be nice."

"Have you met me?"

Venus laughed while Loki stared into the well, "This looks like it should be good" he observed.

Harry had donned his 'battle dress' and was raiding a massive warehouse full of every manner of foul thing and foul person imaginable.

"I think he's committing suicide" said Venus a bit sadly, "he found out his kids aren't his and his wife's been potioning him for their entire marriage."

"So he's going to kill himself on the swords of his enemy" Loki nodded, "as a Norseman, I can respect that."

"Kinda sad though. What am I supposed to watch now? There's no other mortal even half this fun to watch" Venus complained.

"Well, technically he isn't a mortal" Loki reminded.

Venus just waved a dismissive hand, "Semantics. He dies, and I lose my entertainment."

"Do you?" Loki asked, a thoughtful expression creasing his face, "Do you have to?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We know his soul is no longer mortal, so he's outside the usual channels."

"Yes."

"So, what if we, redirected him, say, back to the beginning."

"Time would never allow that, you know how he is."

"Not repeat the same one, just take his freed soul and stick it into any of the million potentials that never came to pass. One of the tiny forks in the river of a possible life."

Venus considered the proposition, "It'll take some doing. Neither of us has the right authorities."

"Venus. Darling" Loki schmoozed, "Who is the goddess every god wants."

Venus smiled, "Me."

"Who's the goddess who gets whatever she wants."

"Me" she chirped.

"Need I say more?"

"I wouldn't mind."

Now it was Loki's turn to laugh, "So, we're doing this?"

"Absolutely" she declared, "If we don't I'd have to, I don't know, start a war or something."

"We can always do that later" said Loki, "for now, let's go trolling."