Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Thor series. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.
AN:I would like to apologize for any mistakes in advance. Please be patient with me, this is my first shot at a short story.
The Frost Giants of Jotunheim and their leader Laufey had always wanted to conquer the nine realms, when in 965 AD, his father, Odin, the king of Asgard defeated them and seized the source of their power, the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Years later, on the day when he was to be formally recognized as the crown prince of Asgard, Frost Giants managed to sneak in the secure room, that held the Jotens' power casket. Even though the intruders were destroyed and the casket was safe, he was angry and wanted to destroy every last one of the Giants. His father forbade him, but he gathered Loki along with his friends- Volstagg, Fandral, Hogun and Sif and attacked, Jötunheim. They were outnumbered and he knew it, but at the end moment, Allfather arrived and apologized to Laufey for the intrusion and attempts to reinstate peace, but Laufey stated that they are beyond diplomacy, that the Frost Giants were now at war with Asgard. He attempted to kill the king, who blasted him back and brought them home.
His father was furious at him for defiling his orders and dragging Asgard back into war; he was angry as well, he just wanted to save his kingdom and wanted revenge, he knew he'd gone too far but he wasn't about to accept it. Allfather stripped him of his powers and exiled him from Asgard.
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He didn't get time to understand what had happened, but he instantly felt himself falling into abyss and then just as abruptly, he stopped and was hit by something hard and lost consciousness.
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When he opened his eyes, he saw two women and a man looking down at him with concern. They were not his people. Where was he?
"Hammer!" He tried again and again but it didn't work.
He stood up on shaky legs, looked up and shouted, "Father!" "Heimdall!"
"I know you can hear me! Open the Bifrost!" He tried again, but nothing happened.
He looked at the three people, who were kneeling down on the ground and looking at the markings of Bifrost, and asked the man, "You! What realm is this? Alfhiem? Nornheim?"
One of the women pointed some kind of a weapon at him and stuttered, "Um… New Mexico."
"You dare threaten me, Thor, with so puny of a weap…" he wasn't able to complete his sentence, as something hit him on the chest, he felt shockwaves travelling throughout his body and the world around him faded again.
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When he woke up, he found himself in a small box which was filled with different kinds of equipment's. He had just opened his mouth to shout, when the man he had seen before, opened the door. How dare these people attack him, the Prince of Asgard and then lock him up.
"How dare you attack the son of Odin, Prince of Asgard? Who are you and what realm is this?" he demanded.
"Listen. My name is Jane, that's Erik and Darcy," she said as she pointed to the two other people, "We can help you, but you need to come inside for that." The woman with brown hair told him.
That seemed plausible enough to him and he nodded, "Lead the way, My Lady."
He followed the three of them inside and looked around. The place seemed nice, but it wasn't equivalent to anything in Asgard, he thought with pride. He saw Lady Jane talking to a woman. As he looked closer, he realized that she was almost as tall as Lady Sif and had long raven colored hair. He was still looking at her when she turned around and came towards him. He had been with many women in the past, but this lady was indescribably pleasing and her eyes were like shining emeralds.
"Hello. Where did you come from?" she asked him slowly.
"I'm the son of Odin and I came from Asgard." He vaunted. She was looking at him with confusion, not like he was mad, like these other three had. It didn't look like she would attack him, like Lady Darcy did. Maybe, she would be able to inform him where he was. So, he asked her, "What realm is this?"
She thought for some time, but she knew where she was. Finally, someone who knew where they inhabited. He was on Midgrad and these were mortals. When he told her that he was 'Thor, The Prince of Asgrad', she recognized him and he felt satisfied with that. She was of this realm and seemed worthy enough to help him.
"Finally, someone with suffice knowledge. You shall be helping me to find Mjölnir." He ordered her.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but he couldn't understand why. She should be pleased that he chose her and deemed her worthy to help him for such a vital task.
"You are coming with me." She told him, grabbed his wrist and dragged him along her. He was so baffled, that he wasn't able to say anything. No one ever touched him without his permission, he was 'Thor' and here this Lady was dragging him somewhere, without his consent. He was just about to ask her what she intended to do, when she stopped and the next thing he knew, everything went black. He felt like he was being pressed from all directions, he couldn't breathe and just as abruptly, the pressure on his body lessen and his breath returned.
She didn't believe him and he understood her reasoning, that he was a stranger; the only thing important right now was his quest for Mjölnir, so he gave his consent to look into his mind. She was a wand-wielder of the magical community of Midgard. His father knew Merlin and he'd met him eons ago. This was acceptable, she should be able to help him find Mjölnir easily.
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When they reached the place where she said Mjölnir would be, men were working expeditiously to remove his hammer from the ground and he snorted at that.
'No one, apart from his father and himself was worthy and deserving to hold Mjölnir, especially not these mortal earthlings.'
Lady Cassandra placed a charm on him, so he won't be visible to anyone and would be able to retrieve his hammer easily. He was grateful for her help and would thank her once he was done with the task at hand. He went inside easily without attracting attention of these men and smiled when he saw Mjölnir, now he'll be able to find his way back home. He finally reached his hammer and pulled, but nothing happened…nothing. No matter how much he tried, he was unable to lift it. He looked at his hands and stiffened. Impossible… Father took all his power away, he looked up at the sky and screamed at his powerlessness. He was just like these earthlings now; sudden grief hit him, his knees felt weak and he collapsed on the ground. He didn't fight, when the men closed-in and locked him in a room.
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He looked up to see Loki standing there. Allfather has banished him, but why was his brother here? So, he asked, "Loki, what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you." Loki said gravelly.
"What's happened? Tell me, is it Jotunheim? Let me explain to Father..." he didn't like the concern and grief he saw on his brother's face. Something must have happened due to which Loki had to come to Midgard to find him, even after his banishment.
"Father is dead." Loki said suddenly.
"What?" No. It couldn't be. He couldn't comprehend what his brother was saying as sudden grief hit him and his eyes filled with tears.
"Your banishment, the threat of a new war... it was too much for him to bear. You mustn't blame yourself. I know that you loved him. I tried to tell him so, but he wouldn't listen. It was so cruel to put the hammer within your reach knowing that you could never lift it. The burden of the throne has fallen to me now." A tear fell as Loki said this.
"Can I come home?" he asked hopefully. Maybe that was the reason Loki was here, to take him back home. Then, at least he'll have the chance to apologize to his mother.
"The truce with Jotunheim is conditional upon your exile." Loki told him.
"Yes, but... couldn't we find a way...?" he asked desperately, clinging to the last hope he had.
"And Mother has forbidden your return. This is goodbye, brother. I'm so sorry." Loki said and his heart sunk. His mother hated him and he didn't blame her one bit. He hated himself too. It was because of him that father was dead.
"No. I am sorry." If he hadn't been stubborn, if he had only listened… But it was no use now. "Thank you for coming here." He whispered sincerely. He was thankful that Loki came to inform him.
"Farewell." Loki told him sadly, then turned around and left.
"Goodbye." He mumbled to no one in particular, but at the same time to everyone he held dear.
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Lady Cassandra came and helped him to get out of there. He wanted to thank her for helping him, but he just couldn't yet. His only thoughts were on his father and mother. He didn't notice anything around him, until she held his hand and apparated them in front of his hammer. No one noticed them, so she must have cast the spell again; then she told him to get the hammer. He knew it wasn't going to work, but this was his only hope, so he tried again, which again led to nothing. He didn't have his powers anymore. It was no use so he gave up, but suddenly she reached forward and picked the Mjölnir up and held it towards him. He couldn't stop the gasp that escaped him as he looked at her, holding the hammer like it was nothing. No one in all the realms, even the bravest of the warriors were not able to hold it. How was she able to pick it up? She was a mortal woman. He was astounded and asked her how she did it, but she was as aghast as he was. He was still staring at her with wonder, when she took his wrist and apparated.
The place she took him to was small, only made for one person; so, when she invited him in, he declined politely. He had already given her enough trouble and didn't wanted to disrupt her peace further, but was fairly surprised when he entered inside it. It was no small place, it could easily fit many men. There was even a fireplace which amazed him.
He and father always used to sit in front of the fireplace in the palace and discuss everything, so he sat there. He saw her putting his hammer near him out of the corner of his eyes and closed his eyes in distress.
She sat next to him and asked him what was bothering him, so he told her. She had lost her parents when she was a child and blamed herself for his godfather's death. She understood what he was feeling and promised him, that she would help him in going back home. He knew it was impossible, but he appreciated everything she had done for him and nodded at her. She showed him one of the rooms and he retired for the night.
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He didn't sleep and contemplated about everything that had happened and couldn't stop the tears that followed. His father trusted him and he lost that trust with his foolishness. He mourned his father, and felt despair and shame filling him, when he thought about the cost his stubborn actions caused. The pain his mother must be in, knowing that her own son was the reason behind everything. He was thankful that Loki was there for her, at least one of her sons was worthy. Everything he had known has changed in the last few hours, but he knew he had to come to terms with it all.
By the next morning, he felt better after realizing that this was his life now and there was nothing he could do.
He was grateful for all Lady Cassandra did for him in his time of need and he was forever indebted to her. He knew that Mjölnir was enchanted and only the worthy was allowed to wield it. He had no doubt that she was worthy and more than he ever had been, as she helped him, even though she was not inclined to; she took a stranger into her home, when he had nowhere else to go. She did him a kindness without asking for anything in return and for everything she'd done for him, he regarded her in high esteem.
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It had been days, since his father banished him to Midgard.
As he stayed on Midgard, he realized that he liked it here more than he initially thought he would. Lady Cassy, as she told him to call her, became a friend of his. She bought clothes for him, she listened to him, whenever he told her about Asgard, his father, mother, brother and friends, and all the war's he had been through. She showed him her wand and then told him all about her world. And, she also told him about the war in the wizarding community, because of which she lost all her family and her close ones. She was brave and a warrior just like him. She has encountered the most difficult situations at such a youthful age. He was pleased to know that this 'Voldemort' was dead, or he would have killed him.
He was nothing but an outcast, but she was there when everyone had forsaken him and he desired to be with her, as long as she wished. He relished every second, she was with him and he took great pleasure whenever she cooked a meal for him. He felt ecstatic whenever he was able to make her smile. He was aware that his body was constantly alert to her closeness. Her dazzling smiles, her captivating beauty, her excellence was magnificent, her stunning beauty and he could still go on. And that's when it registered to him, that he fancied her.
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Lady Jane and her friends were working on the 'markings of Bifrost', which she called a 'wormhole'. He was there with them, when suddenly he felt something strange around him, his brows furrowed and he looked around, but found nothing.
That's when he heard Lady Cassy and as he turned to look at her, it became clear to him that she was unconsciously muttering something. Her face only held dread and terror. He knew that look, had seen it many times before and it alarmed him. It troubled him to see her this distressed, so he went near her, held her face in his hands and forced her chin up to look at him.
"What is it?" he asked, but she didn't hear him. Her eyes were on him, but they were not focused on him.
She blinked and looked at him, then she asked him to take the others and leave, but he couldn't leave if there was some trouble. He was a warrior and the notion of leave her alone, filled him with terror. So, he asked her again and reluctantly, she told him that the last two men who ran away from the war were here, as the authority wasn't able to catch them. She begged him to leave, but he would fight with her; even though he was a mortal now, he wouldn't leave her to confront these men alone.
Cassy made a frustrated sound, but took her wand out and he saw a misty white stag appear in front of her. He would have admired the purest form of magic, if it hadn't been for the situation they were in and heard three gasps behind him, but his eyes were only on her. He wanted her to know, that he wasn't leaving and he would help her. But, he was powerless to stop what she did next. She pointed her wand at the four of them and started murmuring something under her breath. The next thing he knew, he along with others were encompassed in a shimmering blue glass of some sort.
"What are you doing?" he asked her in panic, but she didn't reply and continued chanting. She didn't understand. He could help her.
Once she was done, she looked at him and whispered, "You are safe inside the shield, but if something happens to me, it will vanish. I won't be able to protect you then. I'm sorry."
Her words made his heart ache and he felt searing agony at the thought of her being dead.
"What are you doing?" Erik asked.
"She's scaring me." He heard as Lady Darcy whispered, but ignored her.
He heard the now familiar crack of apparition and his gaze snapped towards the man standing there. He saw that she stiffened and turned around, but sighed with relief and then jumped on the man and hugged him. He knew that he must be her friend, probably the one she told worked nearby, but he didn't like the way she hugged him. He felt something burning in the pit of his stomach and ordered her to let him help, but of course she didn't listen. People had done less things on his simple requests and here she was, ignoring him.
He didn't have the time to say anything else, as he heard the same crack again, but twice this time and saw two filthy looking men standing there, smirking.
"Potter. We have some unfinished business." One of them said as he leered at Cassy and he saw her cringe. Then he looked at her friend and said, "Didn't think I'd meet you here, Longbottom. How's mummy and daddy?" and then, both the men laughed.
"Whe…where did those three came from?" Lady Jane asked, but he was too focused on Cassy and didn't reply.
He saw as both the friends shared a look and fired at the men, concurrently. He was stuck here, while the one he loved was fighting for her life. He tried to break the shield around him as she and her friend fought, but it didn't even crack. He felt weak, helpless and inadequate. If only he'd have his powers, his Mjölnir, he would have helped her.
For the first time in days, he looked up at the sky and screamed again and again.
"Heimdall!"
"Father!"
Some part inside him knew that his father was dead and wouldn't come, but that part wasn't working properly as his father has always been there for him and always came whenever he called for him. He begged on the top of his voice, but no one came.
He didn't know how long he watched her, as she managed to dodge every curse the man shot at her. She gracefully fought him and even managed to fire some curses at him, which had the man screaming as he bled, but that was until a jet of crimson light hit her.
A whimper passed her lips as it touched her and she fell on her knees. He could see the intense pain she was going through as she was constantly moaning in pain and his fury rose at seeing her like this. The man was torturing Cassy and he lunged at the barrier, but nothing happened. He wanted to be out there with her and kill the man for hurting her, but he was caged in the shield and punched it in his anger.
He looked at her until she took a relieved breath. The pain must have stopped, but why? He looked at the man suspiciously, but in that instant, he heard an agonizing scream and his head whipped towards Cassy. Her body was twitching violently and harshly spasming around, as another piercing scream fell from her mouth. It was the worst sound he had heard in his existence and he willed it to stop, but it only increased as the man taunted and laughed at her.
"What's happening to her?" Erik shouted, as they stared at her in horror.
Her body was still jerking as she tried to stand-up, but fell on her knees. She squared her shoulders and looked at the man who was torturing her, straight in his eyes. He saw as the man's eyes-widened and his mouth hung-open. Thor couldn't understand what was happening and looked at her, but his throat constricted as he saw her looking at him. Even though it was only for a second, it felt like a lifetime to him. He understood what she was planning and his breath hitched. She was saying goodbye! He won't allow that and shouted, "No, Cassandra. Don't." But she didn't listen to him, as she looked at the man again.
Thor looked at her friend in hope, that maybe he would be able to help her. He had managed to tie the guy down and turned towards her, but his eyes widened as he looked at her and screamed, "Noooo…"
Just as the man fired a jet of green light towards her, she instantly pointed her wand at him and shouted, "Avada Kedavra".
He felt as if he wasn't the one standing there and was watching from somewhere else as she crumpled on the ground and her wand fell from her hand. At the same time, the shield around him shattered and he ran towards her. He fell on his knees beside her and pulled her in his arms, as he searched frantically for her pulse, which wasn't there. Her chest was still, too still and with a jolt he realized that she wasn't breathing.
'You are safe inside the shield, but if something happens to me, it will vanish. I won't be able to protect you then. I'm sorry.'
Her words rang through his ears. He looked at her face for some sort of sign that she was still alive, but he found none. He had only just realized that he loved her and she didn't even know it. She couldn't die. He took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them, as he closed his eyes as twin tears fell from them.
He was aware that he wasn't alone, all her friends were surrounding them along with people she called for help before, but they were late. Too late.
She was gone!
He heard them talking to her wizard friend as they took the two other men with them and then left, but he was still staring at her. He felt as his tears fell from his cheeks onto her face as he was still holding her to him.
"Mate." someone said softly and he looked up to see her friend looking at him with red-rimmed eyes. "We should take her back." he whispered and he found himself numbly nodding at that.
He picked her up and his friend told them to hold the piece of cloth, which would take them back to her 'tent'; he didn't want to go there, but nodded. He saw as the piece turned blue and he felt himself whirling, but he didn't let go of her. Even though he stumbled as he landed, he still held her tight.
He looked up to see Erik and Jane on the ground breathing harshly and Darcy puking.
He placed her on the couch in the living room and looked around. The place had become a home to him in these last few days, but it wasn't anymore. She won't be there to laugh with him at something silly or she won't turn red anymore, when he would flirt with her.
"I should inform our family and friends in London." Her friend said, but this time he couldn't even manage nod at him.
He was kneeling in front of her and holding her hand as her friend turned around to leave, when she took a deep gasping breath and shot up suddenly, looking around wildly.
He looked at her in disbelief and at the same time her friend whirled around and stared at her in shock. Jane and Erik were also staring with wide-eyes. Darcy fainted!
EN: Yeah. I am evil. Lol.
No. Actually, this chapter turned out longer than I intended and the next one is of the same length, so I decided to turn it into a series which will have 3 parts and 3 chapters each. The last one would be Thor and Cassy with the Avengers.
And, I'll post the last part of this one soon. I hope you liked it and Thanks for all your love.
I've posted a new story. Infinite Devotion with Female Harry and Edward Cullen pairing. Check it out if you like the pairing. :)
Sept 12th, 2018