Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Marvel, nor anything else recognizable. No profit is coming from this. I am merely playing in the sandboxes of those far more famous than myself.

I am completely blow away by how much of a response this story has received so far. Thank you guys so much! I hope this story continues to live up to all of your expectations!

On another note, I did see Infinity Wars a few days ago, and will be incorporating some of the ideas from it into this story. I won't say more than that, because I don't want to spoil this, or the movie itself for anyone. Anything from that movie however, will be happening a good distance in the future. Beyond that, I will probably disregard most of the events from Ragnarok (which is actually one of my current favorite Marvel films) simply because it really doesn't fit with what I have planned. Things may change though, so you never know… We'll see.

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Idunn's Apples

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Chapter 2

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"So do you intend to imprison me again?" Loki asked bitterly, after a moment of silence had passed between the pair.

"Depends." Odin responded evenly, "Are you going to attempt to seize the throne?"

Loki snorted and glared up at the Allfather, his eyes filled with hostility. "You expect me to believe that I shall be allowed to walk free, should I stand down? Do not attempt to toy with me, Allfather." Loki snarled back. "The last time I stood in this very room, you said I was to be imprisoned for the rest of my life. That my birthright was to die as an infant!"

Odin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. "I remember what I said, and I know now that I should never have uttered it. You must understand, Loki, being a good king is no easy task, however being a good father is unbelievably harder… I am afraid that I have failed you and your brother both on more than one occasion. There are many things that I have come to I regret, most of all, keeping your heritage a secret from you.

"Should you agree to yield now, I will not put you back in your cell." Odin continued, "You are correct, however, that you shall not be allowed to move around completely unchecked. I shall have a guard watching your every movements, and you will be required to submit to a partial magical binding, similar to the one I used to place on you during your past punishments. Be that as it may, I shall allow you to raise your child unhindered. No one will attempt to take him away from you unless you yourself will it… Do you agree to my terms?"

"Using the child as blackmail now, Allfather?" Loki muttered darkly under his breath. If Odin heard him, he made no attempt to retort. Instead, the Allfather remained patiently silent while he awaited Loki's response.

Loki considered his options for a long minute, mostly because now he wasn't sure what he wanted. He glanced down at the boy that he still clutched to his chest. He was desperate to prove that he could be a good leader for Asgard, but if the child really was his, Loki wasn't sure he could simply abandon him. Not with the knowledge that he himself had been abandoned. And even if he wanted to, he couldn't simply send the child back to Midgard. After consuming the apple, the child would no longer fit in with the mortals. He also agreed with the Allfather that pulling off his scheme and caring for the child was a terrible idea. Still at a loss, he decided to ask a question that had been plaguing his mind since he had first found the child, rather than answer.

"Why is the child dressed so poorly?"

The Allfather looked saddened. "I am afraid I cannot answer you that, Loki. As I have explained, I was unaware of the child's survival until I felt his arrival not too long ago. What has happened to him from your death to now is as much a mystery to me as it is to you."

Loki nodded thoughtfully. "Given his size, the child is far to light to be healthy, even for a Midgardian. His state of dress leads me to believe he has not been cared for properly. Or perhaps, this is the norm for the mortals. Truly, that would not surprise me."

"I expect you are likely correct regarding his health." Odin agreed lightly with a slight frown. He seemed intent to ignore Loki's gibe against Midgard. His eyes focused on the boy once more. "You were always a small child, but even you did not appear quite that small at almost 10."

Loki's eyes widened. "Excuse me? Ten? I had assumed him to be a child of only 6 or 7 years!"

"No. While I don't know what has happened since your death, I do have knowledge of his birth and first year of life. On the Midgardian calendar, Haraldr was born on the 31st of July of the year 2003. That means he will turn 10 in just over two months time."

"He's already eaten an apple." Loki finally admitted, watching the Allfather's reaction carefully. "I found him with one half eaten at the Tree of Idunn."

Odin sighed. "I am aware of his deed. Nonetheless, the child shan't be punished for something he was unaware was even wrong. Luckily, he is close enough to his tenth year that it should not prove too difficult to keep the public from knowing. Keeping him hidden until his day of birth will also ensure that he has time to acclimate to Asgard and learn our ways. He will be announced officially at his ceremony. In the mean time, I do think it wise that he be taken to see Eir, about his weight and size."

Loki nodded, before adding almost offhandedly, "He has an untreated curse scar that she ought to also take a look at. It looks old. I do not understand what the Midgardians were thinking, letting it go this long without remedy."

"The Midgardian's are learning quickly, but they are still far behind us in many ways, Loki." The Allfather pointed out, "It might be that they do not have a cure for such a scar yet."

Loki appeared to consider that for a time. "Perhaps." He conceded finally, "Regardless, the child needs to be treated… I will… accept your terms, provided you do not go back on your word."

Odin's eyes softened. "Welcome home, my son."

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A few hours later, Loki was pacing his old quarters as he fingered one of the metal bands that adorned his wrists. The binds did not completely cut him off from his seidr as the one Thor had recently placed on him did. However, it did make any magic beyond the most basic of spells utterly exhausting. Because it was directly tied to the Allfather, Loki also couldn't cast a single spell without Odin becoming immediately aware. Loki had been subjected to this particular binding many times during his life, so its effects and limitations were not exactly new to the dark haired prince.

Upon leaving the throne room, Loki had promptly taken the boy to Eir, the palace healer, who had given the child a full physical. Luckily, Odin had seen fit to send Muninn, one of his ravens, with the news of his impending arrival. Thus, by the time Loki stepped into the healing quarters, complete with the child in his arms and a newly assigned guard in tow, Eir had barely even blinked before gesturing for him to place the child on the table for her to take a look at.

The physical itself had taken far longer that Loki had expected. After she had finished, she had turned to Loki, grim faced and listed off all the things she had found. Beyond the known malnutrition, and the curse scar, other problems, such as incorrectly healed broken bones, poor vision and even a basic magic block had been found by the stern healer. Eir had quickly fixed what she could and set a strict regime of potions for the boy to take to aid in his recovery. She had claimed that should he follow her schedule exactly, he would be near normal by his tenth year celebration.

All throughout her examination, Loki had watched carefully over her shoulder. He wasn't entirely sure what exactly he was watching for, but his eyes never left the sleeping boy on the table, much to Eir's annoyance. A few times Eir had looked like she was tempted to tell him off, however instead of speaking up, she would just let out an irritated sigh and shake her head.

Finally, Eir had allowed him to take the boy out of the medical chambers with the promise that he would return within the next few days so that she might look closer at the curse scar when the boy was actually awake. Loki had agreed easily enough to that proposal. The dark magic that emanated from the curse scar turned his stomach. He couldn't imagine what it was doing to the boy's psych. Eir had also promised that he would be receiving the first batch of potions for the boy within the next few hours.

After that, Loki had gently picked the boy up once more and began to make the slow trek towards his old found it surreal, to walk so freely through the palace once again. The last time he had been able to make this simple walk without being disturbed had been before Thor's banishment. While truly that had only occurred a few years ago, it felt like a life time for Loki. Especially after what had happened to him in the void.

Those were memories he wished he could forget.

Loki sighed as he paused in his pacing to glance over at the boy. Upon entering his chambers, Loki had placed the still sleeping child down on the very center of his bed. The already small child was practically being dwarfed by Loki's overly large bed. He looked so incredibly peaceful to Loki, though. And innocent.

Loki let out a frustrated noise and tore his gaze away from the boy, intent to continue his pacing. What was he thinking? There was no possible way he could be a good example for the boy, let alone a good father. He was still far too messed up to even attempt such a thing. Even now, when over a year had passed since his attack on Midgard, he knew his mental state was still fragile. His mind, once one of his most powerful weapons had been utterly torn apart during his time in the void. The prison sentence had been a punch in the gut, but it had allowed him time to put himself mostly back in order with little outside interference.

There was also the worry of Thanos using the boy to get to him. If he, Norms forbid, actually allowed himself to become too attached to the boy, it would only be another piece for the Mad Titan to use against him. And Loki was certain that Thanos would come for him again at some point. He didn't seem the type to disregard those who had failed him.

At least, he was safe here on Asgard.

Thanos was many things, but stupid was certainly not one of them. He wouldn't dare attack Asgard without a very good reason. Loath as he was to admit it, Loki knew he wasn't important enough to trigger an invasion of that caliber.

Loki was also well aware of the fact that he should warn Odin, or even Thor of the threat of Thanos. But, to tell would mean admitting his own weakness, and that was not something he was inclined to do. Not after how unfairly he had been treated by those who once pretended he was family.

Without warning, Loki heard a soft whimper come from the figure on the bed.

Turning on his heels, Loki faced the bed just in time to see the boy sit up. As the child slowly took in his new surroundings, he suddenly scrunched his eyebrows together and brought a small hand to touch the bridge of his eyes. Loki knew without a doubt that the boy was feeling for his glasses. Glasses that Loki had already distastefully thrown away. The boy wouldn't need them anymore, anyways.

Finally, the child turned his bright watery green eyes on Loki.

The intensity of the child's eyes startled Loki. They were not quite the same deep emerald green of his own eyes— their color being lighter and almost unnatural in their potency of color— but they were close enough that Loki was certain that no one would mistake the child as being anyone except a Lokison. The child's eyes also practically glowed with untapped magic, and the trickster prince was quick to realize that it was nigh likely that his son would be just as impressive of a seidr user as he himself was.

"I can see." The child noted to himself with uncertainty, breaking Loki from his thoughts. "Where am I?"

"You are in Asgard." Loki answered plainly. "And you can see because our healer, Eir fixed your vision."

"Oh." The boy responded quietly scrunching his face in apparent thought. "I don't remember learning about that place in school. Is it close to Surrey? My relatives are going to be so mad at me!"

"I'm afraid I don't know where your Surrey is, but I do know that you are rather far from home, child." Loki explained gently, trying to keep the amused lilt out of his voice. "You have relatives? I presume they are related to your mother then?"

"Er-yeah. They are my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon." The boy then pursed his lips. "Did you know my parents, sir?"

Loki hesitated, not quite knowing how to answer that one. He was certain that he wasn't ready for the child to know they were kin. Finally, he decided to settle on a half-truth. "I am afraid I've had a recent bout of amnesia. If I knew them at one point, it seems I have forgotten them. The Allfather, however told me the basics of your parents."

The boy seemed to except his explanation easily enough, before cocking his head to the side. "All father? What's an All father?"

"The Allfather is the leader of Asgard and the protector of the nine realms." Loki lectured. "With his power, the OdinForce, he is able to see all and know all. There is no being more powerful…"

Despite his rather basic explanation, Loki could see that the child was only getting more and more confused the more he said, so he decided to backtrack a little bit.

"He is like the king of this place." Loki summarized, "He also happens to be my adoptive father."

The boy's eyes grew wide, becoming even more unnaturally green. "But that would make you a prince!"

"I am a prince," Loki agreed, deciding to keep to himself the fact that his title had technically been revoked. "But you may simply call me Loki."

Loki waited for the child to cringe away from him at the reveal of his name. After all, the child grew up on Midgard, surely he was well aware of his attempts to subjugate the humans? Surprisingly, the child did not so much as blink at his name.

"I'm Harry." The boy responded automatically.

Loki grimaced. There was no way he was calling the green eyed child that Midgardian name.

"Oh Asgard, Harry is only a nickname, child." He started slowly, "Here, your full name is Haraldr."

"Oh." The boy seemed to think about that for a moment. "I guess that makes sense. My relatives rarely use my name anyways, so maybe they didn't know."

Loki narrowed his eyes at the innocent observation. "It is not quite that simple, I'm afraid. Your Midgardian name is Harry James of house Potter. Here on Asgard, you are called Haraldr Magnus. Your father originated from this realm, thus why you have two names."

"Midgardian?"

"Midgard." Loki reiterated. "I believe you refer to it as 'Earth' It is one of the nine realms of Yggdrasil, the world tree. Asgard is another."

Loki could see when the all the dots suddenly clicked for the boy. "Wait… I'm on another planet?!"

"Technically speaking, yes."

Haraldr turned incredulous eyes on Loki, "You're an alien prince? But you aren't green!"

Now it was Loki's turn to be confused. "…pardon?"

"Green! With only three fingers and antennas!" the boy explained impatiently, "That's what aliens are supposed to look like! Dudley told me so. He's my cousin."

Loki's eyes flickered with irritation, but he answered nonetheless, "Well, I have traveled the nine realm's quite extensively, and I cannot say I have met any individuals who meet your description. I should think your cousin was mistaken, but that is not so shocking. As a rule, the humans of Midgard are the least knowledgable civilization in all the nine realms when it comes to the universe and how things function outside their tiny little world."

"Oh." The boy was quiet for a while. His intense green eyes had finally turned away from Loki so that he could instead study his surroundings once more. When he finally did speak up again, his voice was barely a whisper. "How am I to get home, if I am on a different planet?"

Loki took a deep breath before responding. "There are many ways to travel between Asgard and Midgard, the Bifrost being perhaps the most well known. I expect you came here by accidentally, stumbling upon one of my own secret passageways. Your magic must have triggered its opening."

"Magic?" The boy brought his wide eyes back up to meet Loki's. "Like Merlin? Does that mean I am not a freak?"

"Freak?" Loki blinked in surprise. He didn't know much about the magic users of Midgard, but he had assumed them to be at least more open about magic than those of Asgard. "Good heavens no. Whilst not everyone appreciates magic as they should, I assure you child, it is a wondrous gift. I shall even teach you how to wield your magic myself, should you wish to learn."

The child nodded timidly. "I'd like that." He then paused for a moment, before speaking up again. "Can you take me home, sir? You said you had secret passageways you could travel through."

Loki stared hard at the child. "I cannot." he explained at last. The boy opened his mouth to speak but Loki beat him to it, "You cannot return to Midgard, I am afraid. After you ate from the Tree of Idunn, you will never truly fit in in that realm again."

If it were possible, the child's eyes appeared even larger and brighter than before. Loki's heart clenched. "I-I don't understand."

"The apple tree. You ate an apple, correct?"

The boy's eyes blinked rapidly. "Oh… I'm sorry! I didn't mean to steal! Honest! I was just so hungry, and I didn't think anyone would care! Please sir, I'll do anything! Just let me go home! Uncle Vernon is already going to be mad. The longer I stay here, the more in trouble I will be when I have to return! Please!"

"Haraldr!" Loki shouted, finally breaking the boy out of his panic induced ramblings. Once he had his attention, Loki took a breath and continued with a quieter tone "You misunderstand me. You are not in any trouble. However, those apples have special properties to them. By eating one, you have changed yourself in ways that will not allow you to live normally amongst the Midgardians. On Asgard, you will be far happier. This shall be your home now."

"I— you want me to live on Asgard?" The boy asked uncertainly.

"Would you be okay with that?" Loki found himself asking softly. He wasn't sure why he was even asking, because the child really didn't have a choice. "You can stay with me and live in the palace. I promise you child, you will be treated far better than I believe you were on Midgard."

The boy had ducked his head again and was studying his hands carefully as he considered the offer. Finally, he brought his piercing eyes back up to meet Loki's and held his gaze steadily. "I'd like to stay with you, sir." he responded earnestly.

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The next few days passed in a blur for Harry, who was now more commonly referred to as Haraldr. Haraldr had spent a large portion of the time sleeping, actually. In fact, that was what he was supposed to be doing right now. Unfortunately, as Haraldr gazed at the ceiling, he found that he couldn't seem to return to the world of the dreams.

Loki, the man who had been with him when he had just woken up had explained that all the extra sleeping he was doing was primarily due to the after effects of the apple. The potions he was now taking three times a day weren't helping matters either, however. The potions didn't taste as horrible as the medicine he remembered taking at the Dursley's a few years back, but they still weren't what one could call pleasant.

Regardless, Haraldr took them without a fuss. If they truly would make him taller and stronger as Loki had promised, then Haraldr figured that the taste and lethargy that they brought would be worth it in the end.

Haraldr was also quite curious about Loki. The man was always present whenever Haraldr awoke from his sleep. However, the green eyed boy was pretty sure that that was simply because he was sleeping in Loki's bedroom. Regardless, that didn't explain why Loki hadn't merely placed him in a guest room. Surely, if Loki truly was a prince, then he would have a spare bedroom that Haraldr could occupy.

It wasn't that Haraldr didn't like Loki's bedroom. On the contrary, it was perhaps the nicest room that the boy had ever had the pleasure to stay in. Actually, he was pretty sure that even the Dursley's had never been given the chance to inhabit such luxury. The room was large and open, complete with high ceilings and a small balcony that Loki claimed overlooked the very gardens Haraldr had gotten himself lost in during his arrival here.

If the room's beautifully engraved furniture didn't give enough hints at the lavishness of the setting, then the rich colors certainly did. The flooring and wooden furniture were all made from a rich dark wood, that contrasted nicely with the soft cream walls. Likewise, the metal fixtures and decorations were an unblemished gold, and the bed's covers, along with the curtains that flowed freely over the open windows were a deep emerald green. If Haraldr had to compare the room to anything, then he would compare it to a forest.

It was peaceful, and yet somehow solitary.

Of the furniture, perhaps the most stand out piece was the large bookcase filled to the brim with books. The bookcase took up a large portion of the far wall, and while it was in the same theme as the rest of the room, it still seemed to attract attention. Perhaps due to how messy it was compared to the otherwise spotless room. That in and of itself made it the only thing about the room that seemed to have Loki's personal touch.

The room wasn't just beautiful to look at, however, Haraldr was pretty sure that he had never felt such a luxurious bed before in his life. Granted, compared to his cupboard, he was pretty sure anything would feel comfortable. But, Haraldr was also quite certain that nothing else could possible feel this pleasant. When he lied down upon it, it was like he was floating; like he wasn't even touching the bed at all. Haraldr could only assume that it had been somehow enhanced by magic. Loki had said he was capable of using magic after all, it would make sense if he magically enhanced his things.

Speaking of Loki, Haraldr still wasn't sure why the prince was allowing him to stay in his bed, let alone occupy said bed for the last few days. Surely the prince had to sleep too! And yet, when he wasn't pacing or watching Haraldr himself, Haraldr had only ever seen Loki sitting in the armchair by the window, either looking out lost in thought or reading. Haraldr was honestly a little afraid of asking the man if he ever slept, for fear of pestering him with such a silly question. But honestly, he didn't mind sharing the bed, if it came to that. The bed was certainly large enough.

Despite the confusion Haraldr held regarding the prince's motives, the boy had to admit that the prince was taking incredibly good care of him. After that first talk that they had had, Loki had given him some new clothes to put on too. Well, new for him at least.

According to Loki, they were nothing special; simply a few of his old tunics and pants from the time when he was about Haraldr's size. They were still a little ill fitted, but far better than the ones he had previously been wearing. The material was also far softer than anything Haraldr had ever worn.

While Haraldr had been thrilled with the new clothes, Loki had still seemed dissatisfied when Haraldr had come out of the adjoined bathroom. He'd immediately assured Haraldr that as soon as the potions had brought him back up to the correct weight and height for his age, that he would get clothes made to fit him perfectly. However, until then, they would both have to make due with hand downs for a little longer. Haraldr really didn't mind. He actually rather liked the clothes Loki had let him borrow. If anything, it was the thought of Loki having to pay for the new clothes for him that bothered the green eyed boy the most. He didn't want to be an inconvenience after all.

His body was growing fast though. As Loki and Eir had both informed him, the potions were rapidly making his body develop, and while it didn't hurt like one might expect, it did throw off his sense of balance. And feel weird. During one of the visits that he and Loki had made to the medical chambers, Eir had told him that along with the potions making him a bit sleepy, he should also expect to have a far larger appetite than what he was used to.

That had been an understatement. For Harry who was used to eating ridiculously small amounts of food, his new appetite was insanely large. Nevertheless, Eir had warned both of them that it was very important for Haraldr to eat as much as his body asked for in order for the potions to work optimally. He was still embarrassed every time he asked Loki for more food though. Luckily the prince would just look amused at his requests and call for a guard to deliver more food.

And whenever he saw Haraldr's embarrassment at asking for more, he would simply claim that compared to a man called Volstagg, his appetite was still minuscule.

Haraldr glanced over at Loki from where he lay on the bed. At the current moment, the prince was seated in the dark leather arm chair next to the window, reading a book. When he felt Haraldr's eyes on him however, he lifted his gaze up.

"Yes?"

"Will you teach me some magic?" Haraldr asked as he pushed himself into a seated position. At this point, he was ready to give up on trying to fall back asleep. Besides, the magic thing had intrigued him from the first day Loki had spoken of it. He had been wanting to ask about it for a while now.

Loki's expression flickered with an emotion that Haraldr couldn't quite pick up on. Then with a sigh, the prince set his book on the chair's arm and gracefully moved over towards the work table that was situated just in front of the bookcase.

"Why not." Loki replied lazily, "I've nothing better to do at the moment. Come."

Haraldr scrambled off the bed and quickly made his way over towards the table, only tripping once with his new found clumsiness. When he finally sat down in one of the chairs at the table and faced Loki, he was met with an amused smirk.

Harry pouted in return. It was hardly his fault that he was so uncoordinated right now.

Before Harry could say anything aloud in his defense however, Loki began talking. "I think we will start with one of the most basic forms of seidr— that is, magic. Projecting one's aura."

Loki paused here, and placed one of his hands on the table, palm upward. Then, right before Haraldr's eyes, a small green ball of energy appeared around the same size as his palm, floating gently above Loki's hand. The little light seemed to be in constant movement, contained only with by a force that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Wicked." Haraldr breathed.

Loki smirked softly, not removing his own eyes from the ball of light he had created. "It is, isn't it?" Closing his hand, Loki smothered the light from existence. "Now, the first step to do that is to find your seidr within yourself. I cannot explain further on how to do that, because it is different for everyone. Think of it as an exercise of self discovery, if you will.

"The second step will be to discharge the energy." Loki continued to lecture, "This is by far the easiest portion. Releasing the energy will feel natural once you find it. One simply has to guide it from ones center, and let it flow down your arms and out of your hands.

"Now, what does make this exercise difficult is control. You cannot simply let all of your seidr explode from yourself at one instance. I assure you from experience, that is not a pleasant feeling; for you, or those around you. No. You must control yourself at all times. Let only a trickle out at a time. Once you can do that, perhaps we might move on to something a little more fun."

Haraldr nodded once in understanding and Loki leaned back in his own chair and focused his green eyes on Haraldr's. He held one of his hands out across the table. "Close your eyes and take my hand." The boy did as he was told, and felt the prince's larger hand completely enclose his smaller one. "Do you feel that?"

"Yeah." the boy breathed. There was an odd warmth emanating from Loki's hand and traveling up Haraldr's own arm. It wasn't exactly warm temperature wise, rather, it's warmth seemed to come from a whirlwind of strong emotions that Haraldr couldn't even begin to decipher. The feeling made his hand tingle, and yet, at the same time it never made him feel uncomfortable.

Loki slowly released his hand, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. "That was my seidr you felt. Yours will feel similar. Now you simply have to find it within yourself."

The boy nodded slightly and with his eyes still shut, began to search for the same feeling within himself. He wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed, but eventually he found it. It wasn't exactly like what he had felt from Loki, but it was bright and pulsing and Harry knew without a doubt what it was as soon as he discovered it.

When Haraldr opened his eyes to look at Loki, he found the prince studying the bracelets on both of his wrists. Haraldr had noticed Loki doing that a lot the last few days, however he wasn't sure what caused the prince to give the golden bands such odd inscrutable looks. After a moment, the prince flicked his eyes over towards Haraldr and raised an eyebrow in silent question.

"I felt it!" Haraldr declared proudly.

The corners of Loki's mouth lifted up ever so slightly. "Very impressive." he affirmed. "Very few can manage to locate their seidr as quick as you just have. Many are not even capable of ever finding it, regardless of how much potential they might possess. We will make a fine sorcerer out of you yet. Ready to try step two?"

Haraldr grinned. "Yeah, I'm ready."

"Very well. First, hold your hands out like this." Loki demonstrated by placing both of his hands on the table slightly facing each other with his palms up. Haraldr quickly copied him, and the prince continued, "you are going to need to find your seidr again, then very carefully allow a small portion to flow away from the rest, up your arms and into your palms. Give it a try."

Haraldr quickly shut his eyes and located his own seidr again, far faster than the first time. Carefully, he mentally nudged a small trickle away from his reserves and forced it to travel down his arms. Opening his eyes just as he felt it release from his hands, Haraldr was shocked to see an explosion of opal colored wisps of energy rather than the perfect ball he had been expecting. The energy quickly fizzled out with nothing maintaining it and disappeared from view. Haraldr turned wide eyes on Loki, only to find the prince trying hard not to laugh.

"Sorry." Loki didn't sound all that sorry honestly, and there was still traces of laughter in his eyes. "I probably should have told you to expect that on your first try. You did everything correctly, the only problem was that as soon as you released the energy, you no longer attempted to control it. Hence why it did not remain in a compacted sphere. Next time, try not to—"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Enter." Loki called over his shoulder, not even bothering to turn around.

Haraldr looked up just in time to see a guard duck his head into the room.

"I was instructed to inform you that your brother has returned from his quest and wishes to see you, your highness."

Loki turned his head then and responded, his voice empty of any discernible emotion. "Indeed? Well. I suppose I shan't keep brother dearest waiting then. Take us to him. Haraldr, I'm sorry, but it looks like we will have to put the rest of this lesson on hold for a little bit."

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AN: Let me know what you think so far, and please don't forget to review!

Also, I'd just like to make a note that this story will not be a bash. I aim to make my characters as real as possible, so nobody is infallible. That being said, I know in the physical's description, I mentioned broken bones and a magical block.

The bones are simple. A lack of good nutrition leads to a weak skeletal system, thus, it would be that much easier for him to break bones. I am not saying the Dursley's didn't abuse him (because they did in canon; at least, mentally and emotionally) but don't jump to the wrong conclusions.

Same with the magic block, don't jump to conclusions yet. Harry was not entirely human, even before the apple. Keep that in mind.

Till next time!

~Dawn