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Was he a coward?c

Thor certainly felt like one at this moment.

After his encounter with the memory of his brother, he took the book and went directly to his parents quarter, determined to finally speak with them about Loki.

But he didn't.

When he saw his father mournfully gazing outside and his mother tending to a golden rose given by the younger prince, Thor knew the words just weren't going to leave his throat.

Instead, he just posed the book on one of the tables where they would see it and stormed out of the room, out of the golden halls, wishing the Bifrost wasn't broken so he could leave Asgard too.


When Frigga saw the green book sitting innocently on the golden table from Vanaheim, she immediately knew what it was.

With tears in her blue eyes, she took it and strolled the snake's head. A few seconds after, it opened at the page where the portrait usually stood.

This time, however, it was blank, except the elegant writing of her son.

"Etiamemoriam" the All-mother softly said and then...

"Loki."

"Mother." answered the figure. "as you know, I am only a memory, made after Thor's banishment. I wish I could speak with you for hours but alas, my time is coming near and I still have to make my message for Father and Thor."

"I understand," she answered, even if she knew she wouldn't be heard.

"Whatever happened before you got this book, I assure you that it wasn't your fault. It's the fault of the being who took me away and enslaved me with an infinity stone."

Frigga gasped.

"You can't do anything to help me, but a part of me managed to escape on Midgard. If my calculus are right, he must be 31 now. And before you try to save the part of me that is truly beyond salvation, I have to tell you it'll be for nothing..."

With this words, a blue wave passed over the black-haired prince, showing is true state.

Where before stood a healthy and mighty prince now was a broken man, a bloody shell of himself.

"I wasn't allowed to heal myself, to make sure I didn't escape the stone hold..."

And now she understood what he meant when he spoke about a stone.

Beside the burns, broken bones and other injuries on the younger's body, his chest glowed a sickly blue light.

"I don't think I'm going to make it mum."

When Frigga All-Mother exited the memory, she looked like she'd seen a ghost.

She just handed the book to her husband before leaving for her garden, her eyes once more filled with tears.


"Father." This time, Loki's voice was colder, harsher, but the familiar name rolled on his tongue none the less.

Odin turned around to face the memory of his younger son...

Only to openly gape when he saw icy blue skin and red blood eyes.

"I knew." continued the Jottun "For quite a long time, really, I was only a thousand years old when I found out I was a monster. It was quite a shock. You never did ask me why I went to Midgard, did you? And afterwards, you were too absorbed in punishing me and keeping me away from those I loved to notice something was wrong weren't you ?!" He said, his voice slowly rising.

"YOU kept me in nothing more but a GOLDEN CAGE for TWO HUNDRED YEARS! YOU KEPT ME AWAY FROM MY HOME, FROM MY NATURE! Why...? TEEL ME! WAS I EVER A SON TO YOU ?! I-" suddenly he stopped, took two long, trembling breath, before letting out a dry chuckle.

"Wow, I really start to sound like the stone now... Long story short, an enemy of Asgard has been .. possessing me for over 30 years with an infinity stone. I know, that's not the more pleasant experience and I'm not very happy about it and well, I feel like I'm repeating myself for two hours now or so... I still haven't made the memory for Thor and I guess you're going to ask him why he suddenly wants to go to Midgard anyway..."

Midgard? What was on Midgard? thought the All-Father.

"I just wanted to tell you, I guess, that I am truly sorry for what happened and that I forgive you for the whole frost giant business. It was difficult but I came in term with it hundred years ago. However, I don't forgive you for something, and I think I never will."

Odin frowned, wondering what he could have done that was worse than hiding his son's identity.

"You took my children away from me, or more precisely, you took me away from my children. I had found love on Midgard, all those years ago, I had founded a family. I had two boys of my own blood, two other that I adopted with my Midgardian name and a girl who was practically mine. I won't even mention the one I loved, and before you even TRY to mention that they were Midgardian and that they would have died in a blink of eyes, think! They were WIZARD! THEY WOULD HAVE LIVED AT LEAST TWO HUNDRED YEARS! And- and.. the boys were MINE. They were true Lokison. I had sealed the power in their blood away, waiting for them to be in their twenties before giving them what was rightfully theirs, but YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME AS WELL! I COULD HAVE HAD MY CHILDREN AT MY SIDE, AT LEAST, BUT YOU TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME! I- I... excuse me from my outburst father, but please, don't repeat the same errors with my other self. I don't know how I would react if you were to ever try to take me those I love again."

And with those last words, Loki turned on in heels and the memory stopped, leaving a shocked Odin alone in his apartment, wondering how he could have messed up that much.


Slowly, Loki opened his eyes. He was dead, wasn't he? He sure remembered dying. Blinking, he tried to distinguish his surrounding.

Strangely, everything was blurred, image and sound.

"- boy! A perfectly healthy little boy!" said the first voice, the one of a cheerful sounding woman.

"Then why isn't he screaming? Is he okay?" said another voice, a man this time.

Were they talking about him? Was he... a baby? How? Why? He just died for Odin's sake! Couldn't he rest for more than one second before being thrown in unknown situation?

"That's strange but I can assure you that he's perfectly fine, he's breathing and everything seems alright. Do you want to see his magical core now? It can give an indication of the future power of this young wizard!" Now that his vision was starting to get better, he noticed that the woman was all in white, with blond hair and a bright smile.

The man seemed in his twenties by Midgardians standard ( which were much easier than Asgardians one ). He had black hair which looked like gravity didn't work anymore and thin, silver glasses.

He was twisting a stick in his hands.

The last woman, who was lying on the bed, looked exhausted but was beautiful none the less: she had red, flame-like hair and bright green eyes, who looked almost like his own, except they were more of a forest green than an emerald one, like his.

"Of course." the last one answered to the healer's question.

The blond took a stick out of her robe and start waving it in an intricate pattern.

After a few seconds, a ball of light raised from Loki's chest and started expanding and hovering above the child.

"By Merlin, that's the first time I see a baby's core this big! Even some adults are smaller !" gaped the healer.

"He was born under Loki's sigil, and it looks like his future patron god gave him a benediction." said the man.

A benediction? Really? He didn't even have anymore a tenth of his normal power! And under Loki's sigil, really? Only Midgardian's wizard revered him like that! Was he to be mocked even in death?

Wait…

Sticks. Magical core. A man using magic. A healer without the healer rune. Glasses. People talking about his benediction.

Not knowing of the baby's epiphany, the blond suddenly yelled: " I forgot! I'm so sorry! How are you going to name this young wizard here ?"

"Harry." answered the redhead. "Harry James Potter."

He wasn't dead.

He was back on Midgard.

"I'm sorry madam, you've been really helpful, but we can't let you run around and tell everyone about our little boy. I hope you understand. Obliviate!" said the man, his father apparently.

What did he do to piss off the Norns that much already?


"Lily! Lily!"

"James? What happened? Is Harry alright?" yelled the redhead, bustling in the room.

"Yes, yes of course, why would you think anything else?" at that, the woman seemed ready to list all the time he endangered their son but he cut her before " Now, look !" James said, pointing at a black puppy with stormy grey eyes who was making pitiful noises.

Not far, their one-year-old son was happily flying around his room, whooping each time he came near to their poor cat.

"So what?" she said, focusing once more on her husband. "You pranked Sirius, what's new about that ?"

"The fact that I didn't! Padfoot was messing around with Harry, calling him Bamby and mini-James. I think it pissed him off a bit because next time I knew, Siri was a puppy whining on the ground and Prongslet was terrorising the cat."

"Oh. Ooooohh. I guess it makes sense. But why hadn't him changed back to his human form?" asked Lily.

"I think he can't."

"Too bad for him then."

When little Harry came hurling into the room behind the cat, James could have sworn that he looked a bit too satisfied for a one-year-old.


Lilly waved her wand, making multicoloured butterfly appear everywhere in the room.

With a smile, she watched as Harry frowned in concentration and raised his hands, green and golden butterfly flying out of it. With a movement of his children, the child made the creatures Walz in a complicate choreographer.

Her baby was such a special little boy, she thought when he fell asleep in her arms.


It was strange for Loki to be once more in Midgard after a thousand years. Of course, he had continued to learn their cultures and the new magic they developed, having even spent some time on the planet itself, but not once, since last time, had he staying longer than a few month in the same place like he was doing now.

And above all, not once had he felt loved like that, fully and unconditionally.

He often felt bad for cheating his adoptive parents like that and stealing their real son from them, but strangely, sometimes he thought of never telling them and playing the part of a child for all of their life.

But surely he wouldn't do that. After all, Thor would come for him sooner or later now?

But as the month passed, he began to felt less and less sure about the arrival of his brother. When the first year passed, he knew he wouldn't come.

At first, he was shocked. How could they not come?!

After, he tried to deny it. The people who had been his family for two thousand years wouldn't abandon him now, would they? Right?!

In third came the anger, the terrible, red anger that raised a turmoil inside of him. They dared! After everything he made for Asgard, they just threw him out of their life like that!

Then arrived the sadness. Strangely enough, it surprised him. How it came upon him like that, how everything was suddenly dark and gloom. He was never going to see them again was he?

At last, he just felt resigned. The turmoil had settled, the sadness went away... the only thing that stayed was emptiness. A void had opened inside of him and swallowed everything. How fitting.

That's when the dreams came.

Sometimes they were good, featuring him and Thor as children before they slowly broke apart. Sometimes, they made him relive his death in a loop, feel his heart being ripped out.

Sometimes, they showed him the past, they showed him Godric, Rowena and Helga, in Hogwarts along with his children. Sometimes it was Arthur and his knight who were laughing at his side.

These dreams were the worst, along with those about Thor.

He would wake up to find that his friends and his children were dead. He would wake up to find himself on Midgard with two wonderful people but away from his brother.

Alone, in his crib, he would stare silently at the ceiling.

The mortals would find him in the same position, with tears on his cheeks when they came to check on him in the morning.

They didn't understand but they never thought it was his fault.

Sometimes, Loki wondered why.


It was Haloween, the house was decored and James was jumping around, looking more like a child than the 15 months did.

"Why couldn't we invite the Marauder already?" he asked.

"You know why James. Peter is staying with his ill mother, Sirius said something about a music concert somewhere and... well, you know what Dumbledore said about Remus." with the last word, she flushed with embarrassment.

"You know how I fell about that Lils ... I don't think we should keep out Moony like that. You know like me that he would never betray us!"

"I know, but I don't want to tempt fate, we're just so happy right now..." sighed the redhead.

After the conversation, they began to take tour in entering Harry, making things appear out of thin air and watching him repeat the feat without a wand while wearing a big smile on his cute little face.

But then...

BOUM

"LILY, IT'S HIM! TAKE HARRY AND RUN, I'LL HOLD HIM BACK!" yelled James, posting himself at the door.

There was an explosion, and Lord Voldemort entered the house. Without a single word, he started duelling the younger man.

He fought with everything he had to protect his wife and child, but the room was not wide enough to allow him all the transfiguration he usually used in his duels.

That's why he couldn't protect himself against the green light of the Avada Kedavra hurling his way.

His eyes opened wide and a second after he was dead.

Lord Voldemort took the stairs and explode the door of the nursery.

"Stand aside silly girl" he hissed coldly. Whatever people thought, Lord Voldemort always kept his promise.

She refused, not once, but three times.

By three time, the most powerful Dark Lord the world has ever knew tried to spare a muggle blood, a Mudblood, only for her to refuse.

'Take me, not Harry, not my son!'

He could apply to her first request, but Harry Potter must die, so said the prophecy.

He pointed his wand at the child, bright emerald eyes staring deep into his own red ones.


Loki did not really understand what happened.

One instant, they were happy and laughing, the second after, James was dead, Lily was dead and the snake-like man was pointing his wand at him.

He knew the curse "Lord Voldemort" has used very well. Why? He was the one who invented it.

That's why he knew he would survive it.

The curse was made to "free" the soul of the body and send it into Valhalla.

However, if the body and the soul were tightly linked together, the curse would only cause pain.

When Loki had made it, he knew that every Asgardian, frost giant or anything remotely stronger than a Midgardian could survive it, if cast by a normal wizard.

But if the wizard was powerful enough, he would succeed in temporarily killing his "godly" subject.

In the case of Loki, he was no longer in his own body, but in the body of an infant, a mortal infant.

Immediately after he understood where he was, he had started putting his magic in his body, slowly enhancing it.

However, his body was still not at the stade of an immortal one by now, and Tom Marvollo Riddle was one of the most powerful wizard alive, if not the most

Said wizard sighed, before saying.

"You know, I don't particularly want to kill you. Your parents, perhaps, they were on the other side of the war after all, but you, no. Killing magical children, how far I have fallen." he shook his head. "But I can't allow to survive and defeat me, I'm going to save the Wizarding World and you're sacrifice won't be forgotten...

Farewell, Harry Potter.

Avada Kedavra !"

The green light, the exact same shade than his eyes, touched him on his forehead and immediately killed his body.

However, the backslash of the death of an Asgardian and of the struggle of Loki's soul send the curse flying right back at Voldemort's head.

Like James Potter before himself, he opened his eyes wide before being disintegrated by the sheer force of the spell.

Ripped out of his body, the soul broke in two peace, one who managed to flee and one the hidden in the now once more living body of Harry Potter, more particularly in a bolt-shaped scar.

And Loki?

Well...


Hope you liked this chapter! Since I'm in holidays, it should be easier to write and I already started the next chapter :)

Its title would be: Cold as Ice

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