So I haven't actually seen Thor: The Dark World. But I have read a brief outline of the plot. I won't be following the plot of the movie closely but there might be spoilers in the following chapters. This is a warning if you don't want to know what happens at the end of the movie.

Chapter 1: Cold and Miserable

Harry Potter was angry. No, that word didn't really seem to describe the depth of emotion that Harry was experiencing at the moment. He was furious and upset, and feeling utterly betrayed. Why couldn't he ever seem to just catch a break? Why did his life have to be one big mistake after another? Couldn't his life ever just be normal?

He thought things had finally been turning around for him. His bad luck had seemed to be at an end. He should have known better. He'd had a pretty good summer. The Dursleys had barely bothered him thanks to the threat of his newly acquired godfather. Then of course there was that whole incident in America where aliens led by a Norse God attacked New York City. Suddenly, Harry wasn't the focus of the Dursley's wrath anymore. Vernon and Petunia were terrified of alien invasions, and were busy cursing out the Avengers freaks. Harry found the whole incident fascinating and wanted to learn more about the whole event. The wizarding world was taking it surprisingly well. Apparently the Unspeakables had always been aware of other worlds for a while now, and the wizard population in general had always known about Asgard and the Norse Gods. They had allied with one another back during the wars between the Frost Giants and Asgardians when some of the battles had taken place on Earth.

Harry had finally hit a growth spurt over the summer as well. Harry had been so pleased to come back to Hogwarts and discover that he was one of the tallest boys in his year now. Unfortunately, his hair was just as wild as it always was. He was fairly certain that nothing short of using a ridiculous amount of hair gel like Malfoy would tame his locks. He was also getting a more mature look. He lost what little baby fat he had possessed, and he started taking on more of his mother's facial characteristics. He still looked quite a bit like his dad but now he could see more his mother in his features as well, something Harry really appreciated.

The school year had even started out pretty well, if he ignored the little Death Eater attack at the Quidditch World Cup. At least he'd gotten to leave the Dursleys earlier than expected, and gotten to see a professional Quidditch match for the first time in his life. He'd been upset about no Quidditch this year but he'd been looking forward to meeting the other schools and getting the chance to watch the tournament. The last thing he had wanted was to be a part of the bloody thing. He thought this would finally be the year he'd get to spend more time on his studies like he had always wanted. He loved magic, he wanted to learn as much as he could about it. Ever since he'd first found out that he was a wizard he'd soaked up as much knowledge as he could on the subject. Even if he didn't exactly like studying, not that it mattered since things were always getting in the way of his study time. He still managed to be one of the top students in his year. Magic just came naturally to Harry.

But it wasn't meant to be, and it was all that stupid Goblet of Fire's fault. He didn't know who put his name in the stupid thing but he was going to find out, and then they were going to pay. All of Hogwarts hated him now because they thought he was some attention seeking, arrogant sod. He didn't want fame or glory. He just wanted to have a normal, peaceful life for once. It seemed like that was asking too much for Harry Potter.

Harry was sitting on the bank of the Black Lake, glaring balefully at the dark water. He tossed stones into the water breaking the thin layers of ice that were forming on the sides of the lake. Being away from the halls of Hogwarts was the only chance he had for some peace and quiet. He was still miserable, though. Ever since his name had come out of the goblet he'd become the most hated person in Hogwarts. During the day he was subjected to all the whispering and cruel campaigns about him. Even the Hufflepuffs had joined in. Not to mention the horrible articles that Rita Skeeter had been writing about him making the entire wizarding world hate him. No one seemed to believe that he hadn't put his name in the goblet. Was he really such an arrogant, fame-seeking ass that people automatically assumed the worst about him? Hadn't he proven himself after the whole Chamber of Secrets incident? He had saved Ginny's life, he may not have actually slayed the basilisk but he had stopped a memory version of a teen Voldemort from taking over the school. So why did people still seem so ready to hate him?

"Harry?"

Harry turned to see one of his best friends, Hermione Granger, making her way over to him. Hermione was trying to stay neutral in this feud between Ron and he. Although, it couldn't really be labeled much of a feud when it was Ron who had spurned his friendship. Ron of all people who had been his friend for three years now. He should have known the real Harry. If he was his true friend then he would have known better to think that Harry would go out of his way to find more danger in his life. Harry couldn't help but be a little resentful that Hermione wasn't completely siding with him in this matter. Couldn't she see Ron was wrong? Shouldn't she be trying harder to convince Ron that he was wrong so they could all go back to the way they were before?

To be honest, over the years, he had grown closer to Hermione than Ron anyway. Initially he and Ron had hit it off after the train ride and being sorted into the same house. The strange incident with the troll had been the catalyst to their friendship; although, why the rampaging mountain troll had decided to run the other way when Harry and Ron had gotten close was anyone's guess. At least Hermione had been safe. The three of them had become near inseparable from one another after that.

Overtime Harry had naturally started gravitating towards the intelligent girl. She could be bossy at times, and it did annoy him. For the most part, though, she was very helpful when he wanted to research obscure spells or potions. Harry himself wasn't all that interested in spending copious amounts of time in the library unless the mood happened to strike him, and he needed to research a topic he had become interested in. There were times that he needed to get away from his research and seek more practical pursuits. He liked playing with magic and exploring new avenues while Hermione was a strictly by the books type of person. That was where Ron had come in to the friendship; they both enjoyed joking around and playing Quidditch. But if this was how Ron was going to react than maybe it was just good to say good riddance. If only it was that easy. Ron had been his first friend and he was finding it hard to get over the betrayal.

"Hullo, Hermione," he greeted softly, turning back around to throw another stone. He was vaguely impressed by how many times it skipped across the water before finally sinking.

"Harry, what are you doing out here? It's freezing and you're not wearing your cloak," she chided as she moved to sit down next to him. She was wrapped up tightly in her own cloak, and shivering. It was only a few days into November but Scotland winters started early, and they were brutally cold.

"Sorry, mum. I won't forget again," he teased. To be honest he hadn't really even noticed the cold. He'd just been so angry about Malfoy's new pins and the Weighing of the Wands Ceremony that he'd had to get away from the school before he did something stupid. Malfoy, Snape, and Rita Skeeter had all come together to make his day even more horrible than the previous ones he'd endured since his name came out of the goblet. He hadn't thought about things like a coat as he made his escape to the lake.

"I'm sorry about what happened today. Malfoy is a prat. I've told Professor McGonagall about the badges. She said she would take care of them. She'll probably give Malfoy detention." Hermione always seemed so certain that adults would take care of everything. But Harry knew better. He'd had a lifetime of adults never living up to his expectations to know that he could only depend on himself.

"If she can prove that it was him," was all that Harry said out loud.

"I'm sure that she will," she replied confidently.

"And Ron? How long is it going to take before he realizes I never put my name in the Goblet?" Harry questioned.

"He's just upset and you know he has a hard time thinking rationally when he's upset."

"But he's my friend, Hermione, he should know me better than that. He should be on my side, not mocking me like the rest of the school. As if I'm not having a hard enough time as it is, I have to fight with my own best friend too." Harry's earlier anger was rising to the forefront of his mind.

"He just needs time. He cares about you and it's just his own anger that's getting in the way of him seeing the truth. You'll see, Ron will come around once his temper's cooled a bit," Hermione tried to soothe.

"I shouldn't have to wait, Hermione! I'm the one who was wronged here but no one seems to be able to remember that. Or they just don't believe me. How hard is it to believe that I didn't want to be part of the tournament? I don't want to be famous period." Harry got up to pace. He felt warm and had the sudden, irrational desire to jump into the ice-cold lake as an attempt to cool down.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I wish there was something more that I could do. You don't deserve this. This is all going to blow over before you know it. You'll see." She reached out and grabbed his hand. As soon as she made contact she instantly pulled away with a soft yelp. The surprisingly hot sting of her skin against Harry's caused him to jerk away as well.

"Harry, you're freezing," she gasped. "Let's get you inside and warmed up. Maybe we can get Dobby to bring us some hot chocolate, and we can start looking through some new spells for the First Task. We don't know what it is yet so we should be prepared for anything."

"I'll meet you there in just a bit," Harry told her absently. She didn't seem convinced so he shot her a bright grin. She sighed and reluctantly started to make her way back up the path towards the castle.

He stayed behind. There was something that he needed to check. Harry didn't feel the slightest bit cold but according to Hermione he was freezing. Not to mention that the heat of Hermione's hand actually stung him. What was going on? Was he really just so cold that he'd gone directly into feeling numb, and any measure of warmth shocked his nerves? No, he didn't think so. It wasn't that cold out, and he felt completely normal.

Harry looked down to examine his hand, and was unable to believe what he saw. He took note of the fact that his skin had a distinct pale blue tint to it. He frowned this couldn't really be possible could it? Not really sure why he was doing it but doing it anyway he walked over to the lake. Before he could think better of it he stuck his hand into the icy water. He knew the water should have felt cold but it felt no different than sticking his hands in the sink under some warm water. He watched in shock as his skin turned a darker blue. The dark slate blue color continued to crawl up his arm.

Harry yanked his hand back out of the lake. The color quickly began to fade as soon he pulled his hand free. Harry wrote it off as being a trick of the light. He had more important things to worry about. He had a school to prove wrong, and a tournament to win. He may not have wanted to be a part of it but he was going to show everyone that he was more than capable of surviving and beating it. Harry was going to show the wizarding world just what he was capable of. He was tired of people always assuming the worst about him. He was determined to stop worrying about what everyone thought of him and feeling sorry for himself. Of course that was easier said than done.

Harry started making his way back up to the castle.

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Loki, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief and Magic, Enemy Number One of Earth, the Avengers, and SHIELD watched dispassionately as his once brother swept from the throne room. He had to admit he was pleased to discover that his brother had kept his promise to his supposedly dying self. Perhaps Thor did care about him after all. He would think more on their relationship once he'd dealt with a matter that had been overdue for quite some time now.

He whirled around and made his way to the chamber where he was keeping his sleeping father. Loki had locked him away to assure that he stayed unaware of the proceedings. Loki sat beside the sleeping god, glaring at the man he once revered as his father. He was so tempted to strangle the man where he slept for all the pain and misery he had caused him. A painless death was too good for him. Loki wanted him to suffer, he wanted him to know who was the one to bring about his death, and he wanted him to know why.

It all started when Odin had punished him for his little tricks. Loki had only been seeking vengeance against the ones who had tormented him. It seemed a fitting punishment to him for the men who so mocked him for using magic, for being too thin, too cowardly. He had enjoyed toying with their emotions, and absolutely relished the looks of shock on their faces when they realized who he truly was. He had so enjoyed making them look like fools. It was their own faults for thinking being a magic user made him weak. In the future they would know better than to bother him. They would know to not cross Loki because he would cause them twice the pain and discomfort.

Odin had sent him into the body of a mortal female infant. He'd grown up as Lily Evans. He'd gotten married, had a child, and was murdered. Odin had taken away all of those memories. They had been such happy memories. Loki had loved his life as Lily. It was the first time he could ever remember being truly happy. His childhood on Asgard was constantly filled with being compared to Thor, and with being mocked by his peers. What was even worse was the loss of his memories had kept him from going after his child, and protecting him from Voldemort. For the past thirteen years he had been blindly going through life not even remembering his own son. Was his child still even alive?

He needed answers and he would get them from Odin. Loki knew he would only be able to hold the All-Father for a short time. He was determined to get his answers. Using a tendril a power he awakened the King of Asgard. The god's one eye snapped open.

"My son," Odin breathed still a bit disoriented from the forced slumber.

"No, I'm afraid not. I think we both know I wasn't ever truly your son." Loki was angry that Odin would try and appeal to him now.

"Loki—"

"No, you will not speak. It is your time to listen to me. They call me Liesmith yet you and I both know you are a far better weaver of false-truths than I could ever be."

Odin stared up at Loki looking disgruntled. Loki could feel the surge of power from the All-Father, and he knew that he only had a little time left.

"I remember everything. Thanks to combination of that vile Midgardian beast's thrashing and the power of the Chitauri staff. Together they helped unlock certain memories that you have kept hidden from me these past thirteen years. I remember being Lily. I remember my husband, my child. You kept me from going after him, from saving him from that wretched mortal magic user," Loki hissed into Odin's face.

"No, Loki, the child was already dead by the time you returned to Asgard. I erased your memories to spare you the grief of losing a child," Odin pleaded.

"It was not your choice to make!" Loki leapt to his feet, glaring down at Odin. Inside he was devastated. He rationally understood that it was more than likely that his son was dead. To have Odin admit to his child's death was another matter entirely. It crushed him and he wanted to destroy the world to express his rage.

"It has been made, there is no changing it," Odin said firmly.

"I know, and you will pay the price for it. Goodbye Odin, the next time you see me will be the day you draw your last breath," Loki swore.

With that he turned and left. Frigga had been the only one who had treated him as an equal to Thor. Now Frigga was gone. There was nothing left him for on Asgard. Odin would suffer for keeping the truth for him. Asgard would suffer for following a king such as Odin. His James was dead, his beloved son was likewise gone. There was nothing left for him period. He had nothing to lose, nothing but his desire for revenge against those who had caused the deaths of those he loved. He would hunt down every last Death Eater and he would destroy them. Then he would lay waste to Midgard and then to Asgard. His original plans to rule the world were no longer important, now he just wanted to watch it burn.

Using the magic that was only known to him, he slipped past Heimdall and to enter Midgard. He made his way to the place where his mortal body had fallen. Godric's Hallow was just he remembered as he walked down the street. He changed his outfit in to that of the coat and scarf he wore in Germany as he approached the home where he and James had spent their married years. The house itself was cloaked in a concealing spell to hide it from prying eyes of mortals. There was a monument of some sort in front of the house but he didn't stop to read it, he was too focused on the house in front of him. It had been preserved just the way it had been the night of the attack. Loki slowly approached the house. He was a god, he shouldn't be feeling so frightened of an abandoned house. Yet, he was. He was terrified of entering the decrepit place. To see a place he had been so happy in so destroyed.

Loki pushed open the front door, and stepped inside. The living room was dark. Things were overturned and dust coated everything. Loki felt a pang. The memories, so recently returned, were fresh in his mind. It seemed like only yesterday that he had been here. He could practically still see James playing with Harry on the rug while he was making dinner. The sounds of their laughter rang in his ears. Now they were gone. During his life as Lily he had always felt dissatisfied, like something important was missing. It was in Godric's Hallow that had he had truly come to love and accept his life on Midgard. It was a place he had welcomed and loved. Now it was all gone. Nothing but a pile of rubble and lost dreams.

Loki continued through the house. He made his way up the stairs and slowly made his way towards the nursery. At the threshold, he paused. The once warm, and bright nursery was utterly destroyed, even more so than the rest of the house so far. The roof had been blown off and pieces were scattered across the floor. Loki swallowed convulsively as he approached the crib. He had lost his mortal life here in an attempt to save his child. If only he had remembered who he truly was sooner. If only he could have stopped Voldemort sooner. Tears filled his eyes as he reached the crib. He braced himself as he looked down into the empty crib. He was painfully reminded of all the times he had looked down into that very same crib and was joyfully met with a smiling little face and bright emerald green eyes so similar to his own.

Harry had been the light of his life. His treasured child. The first child he'd gotten the chance to keep and nurture. If only for a short time. Loki loved all his children but because they were so often seen as monsters Odin had forced him to give them up. He'd been young and still clung to Odin's approval and so he had agreed. But he comforted himself with this separation by knowing that at least they were still alive. If Odin had not sent them away it was very possible that some noble Asgardian fool would decide to slay one of his children to earn fame and glory. Loki wished he could take it back. He wished that he had fought more for his children. Perhaps if he had three of his sons wouldn't be lost to him and the other wouldn't have died. He remembered rocking Harry to sleep at night, cuddling him close, and telling him stories. He hadn't gotten those experiences with his other sons and that made his death all the more painful.

A worn stuffed stag caught Loki's attention. It sat in the crib, abandoned like Loki himself. He remembered James coming home with the stuffed toy one night. He'd been thrilled to find a stuffed version of his animagus form. Harry had loved it and insisted on having it with him before he would settle down to sleep at night. Loki snatched it up, and pulled it tightly to him wishing that it still held the faint scent of his child. He held it close for a moment allowing himself a moment of grief. He tucked the toy safely into his jacket, and swept from the house. He was unable to remain in the house any longer. There were too many memories in the house, and those pleasant memories were overridden by the horrible tragedy that occurred.

Once he had left the house he noticed the cemetery that was close by. With a feeling of dread he made his way towards its. He didn't want to go inside but he knew that he had to. He easily found his way to the Potters and before long he was standing in front of his own grave. He disregarded his own name and looked at James's. For a moment he allowed the rush of memories of the mischievous and arrogant man to flood him. He had tried so hard to win his affections. No matter how often he had spurned him James had just come back to try twice as hard. The boy had tried serenading him and giving him gifts, and in a general made an absolute fool of himself all in an attempt to gain Loki's attention.

But what was even more James had been willing to listen to him and had actually cared about what he had to say. The two of them could talk about anything. In the end the man had been willing to change and mature for him. They'd grown so close. His kind and playful nature along with his utter devotion assured Loki's love in turn. No one had ever cared for him like that before. No one had ever truly loved Loki. But the question was would James have loved him if he had known the truth? Would he have sacrificed himself for Loki as he done for Lily? For Loki there was no distinction between his two selves but would James have felt the same knowing his wife was really a Norse God?

Loki shook off the morose thoughts. There was no use speculating over what could have been. He created a bouquet of flowers and placed them on the graves. He then drudged up the courage to look at the graves beside James's. Quickly he realized that neither one belonged to Harry. He looked around the immediate area searching for the stone marking his child's grave but he couldn't see it anywhere.

"Are you looking for something, dear?"

Loki turned to see a familiar old woman standing in front of him.

"Bathilda," Loki breathed in surprise.

"Do I know you, dear?" she frowned looking him over closely.

"I was a friend of the Potters. They've told me about you," he quickly amended.

"Oh, you do look familiar. Something about the eyes," she murmured, still looking him over closely.

"Pardon me, I've been out of town for a while and I've come to pay my respects to the Potters. However, I can't seem to find the Potter's son's headstone. Could you point me in the right direction?" Loki requested, laying on the charm as thickly as possible.

Balthilda gave a dry chuckle. "You really must have been out of town, my boy, if you don't know about what happened to little Harry Potter."

"What do you mean by that?" Loki demanded sharply before he could catch himself.

Balthilda gave him a stern glare. "My apologies ma'am. Could you please elaborate on your meaning a bit?"

Her look was still stern but she gave one short nod before continuing. "When He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named attacked that Halloween night he killed James first who was trying to hold him off to buy time for Lily and Harry to get away. Lily ran to the nursery and it was there she sacrificed her life for little Harry. With Lily dead there was no one to stop He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named from doing what he did next. However, it was the last thing that he ever did. He cast the Killing Curse on the boy but it didn't kill him. It ricocheted off of Harry and hit You-Know-Who, destroying him completely. The only thing that happened to little Harry was he got a scar in the shape of lightning bolt on his forehead."

Loki stared at her, his heart was racing and he could scarcely believe her words.

"No one quite knows how it happened but the boy was hailed as a hero afterwards. The entire wizarding world rejoiced. A child was the one to finally rid us of that madman. The rumor is that Lily's sacrifice saved the boy. Or at least that's what some believe since the truth is still a mystery," Bathilda commented.

"Harry's alive," he whispered to himself.

"Yes," Bathilda nodded firmly.

"Where is he? Please you must tell me," Loki said barely restraining himself from grabbing up the old woman and shaking her.

"Why, he's at Hogwarts of course. In his fourth year now. They're having the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts this year, you know. There are all sorts of things in the paper about it. There was a big uproar what with young Mr. Potter being the fourth champion and all," Bathilda seemed more than happy to continue gossiping to him.

Loki wracked his memories as Lily. He vaguely remembered reading something about the dangerous tournament. But he could have sworn that champions had to at least be of age to compete, and that there were only three champions. It had to be the reason for the controversy of his competing. But it hardly mattered, that was something that he could worry over later. His son was alive! And more importantly he knew exactly where to find him. It worried him a bit over how Harry had survived the Killing Curse. There was a certain amount of magic to love and sacrifice. But he didn't think it would have been capable of stopping the curse. Loki was a very knowledgeable expert on most areas of magic and he had been certain that Harry wouldn't have been able to survive the Killing Curse if it had been directed towards him due to his mortal body.

Unless, of course, Harry wasn't a mortal. The mortal magic of the Killing Curse wasn't enough to strike down an immortal Asgardian as was evident in Loki's own survival. Loki hadn't thought for a moment that Harry could have been immortal. After all Harry had been born from Loki's mortal body through a union with a mortal wizard. But the more Loki thought about the more plausible it seemed. Perhaps Harry hadn't been born of his mortal body after all. The body that Loki had inhabited had been restored from death by the All-Father's power and then filled with Loki's own essence. The mortal body must have been altered by this change and Harry must have inherited more of Loki's immortal blood than he had previously believed.

But Loki wasn't an Aesir like he had always believed himself to be. He was a Jotun, a runt yes with incredible magical gifts, but a Jotun nonetheless. No matter how much he wished it were otherwise. Harry could have easily inherited more of Loki's power and blood through the constant connection they had shared while Loki had carried Harry. How much had his cursed blood affected Harry? He needed to find out. At least now he knew where to find his son.

Feeling hope and anticipation he set off to be reunited with his youngest son.

So here's the first official chapter. Thanks to anyone who favorited, followed or reviewed!