The days following his visit to Diagon Alley passed in a blur to him. It was mostly filled with getting his son comfortable in Asgard. Loki knew that he was spoiling his son, however after he had left Gringotts. After, of course, giving the goblins an extra incentive not to mention his pending adoption to anyone. Loki had gone to varying stores. Most of which caused his nose to wrinkle in distaste before he finally left. He would not tolerate having his son play with imbecilic toys. Although he did see a few that he assumed was appropriate, and they weren't utterly atrocious. Which in his book was a plus.

Loki was currently sitting on one of his arm chairs, reading, while his son slept in his crib. Loki looked fondly at his son, his Faolan, his little wolf. He was surprised on how attached he already was to the child. After all most children repulsed him. However the moment he had laid eyes on Faolan he had felt a connection.

Though he wasn't the only one. His mother, Frigga, had completely fallen in love with her grandson. Loki watched many times as she bounced him on her knee, or took him on walks or just simply held him in her arms. Loki could see the way his mother's eyes would shine with love and happiness, which would cause his own heart to lurch inside his chest. There was only one person in his life that he truly cared for, well now two, and that was his mother. His mother who always stood beside him, even in his darkest hours. His mother who never judged or scorned him for his wrongdoings. His mother the only person to ever truly be on his side; and seeing her so happy because of Faolan. In a sense Loki felt like he was repaying her. Giving her the chance to finally become what she had been wanting to be for so long; a grandmother.

His brother, unsurprisingly, and father, surprisingly, also bonded with Faolan. Thor saw Faolan as the most precious gem in all of Asgard. To be protected at all cost, however, Loki also knew that his brother would be the one to train Faolan when he was older. A thought that brought a frown to Loki's face. However a thought that appeased him was that Thor would not hurt Faolan; and if he did, a feral smile flashed across Loki's face, he would regret ever stepping foot into the training arena. Though Loki knew his father, Odin, would not approve of his method of punishment. Though Loki also knew that his father wouldn't try to punish him himself. Mostly because Odin would be just as mad that his grandson had gotten hurt because of Thor. Even though Loki and his father, both, knew that Faolan should get hurt and would learn from the experience. They both would rather have it be a simulated affect by Loki's magic, than an actual event. Which Loki and Odin both agreed would be the best course of action. Which brought a smile to Loki's face. His father and him had never seen eye to eye on things; and finally they were, all because of his son. Which was more amazing than he had ever thought it would be.

Loki let a small smile play across his face before he stood with a sigh. He knew that it had been more than enough time for Faolan to go to Gringotts. However, although it was selfish, he wanted to keep him in Asgard. He wanted to keep his son away from harm, and even more so he didn't want his son taken away from him. Yes, he knew that the goblins were obligated to tell the Ministry about Faolan's whereabouts. However Loki hoped more than anything that they would allow him to adopt his son amicably and secretly. Loki didn't even want to think about what would happen if they didn't. Although there was a second alternative, one that Loki didn't want to use. It was to take Faolan by force. Loki knew that no one in the Wizarding World could handle a God. Let alone one that was desperate to keep his son. For now however Loki was going to live in the present and not fret over the future.

Loki, with grace, moved over to his son and smiled when he saw that he was awake. Loki stared into his Faolan's eyes, eyes that he had immediately become enraptured in. His eyes were green. The kind of green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind you that spring was coming. The kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches. That churning, passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That colour of the forest after it rains. The colour of the tadpoles making ripples in the pond. That green colour that brings hope and life no matter what has happened; and Loki needed that hope. For too long had he lived without it and he wasn't going to let his son end up who knows where. He wasn't going to allow his son to live without the hope and care that he had been missing. He would not allow his son to end up like him.

Loki remembered what his mother always use to tell him, and still does on certain occasions when his own self doubt gets him down. Hope is a bright star in a hopelessly dark universe. Through light years of distance, the brightness fills our inner selves. Hope makes us smile on the inside as well as on the outside. Hope is not just an emotion, it is a promise that smiling and laughter are just around the corner. When the fighter has been laid on the canvas by a well placed right to the jaw, hope is there saying, "Get up. Take a nine count if you must, but be ready to stand, and have the ref dust off your gloves. You're going to win this match." Loki, when he was feeling down, always used to chuckle at his mothers use of human lingo. Always finding it amusing whenever she did, because she had always wanted to see the so called "sports that humans seem to go rather crazy over." Though Loki always loved what she said next most. Hope is drawn to the person who sees beyond the present defeat, beyond the moment of being cast down, beyond the loss of the job, and beyond the negative words of hopeless voices. There is that voice from the "bright star" telling us to look beyond the darkness - to the bright light of hope. Loki had always tried to live by those words. Even when he felt overshadowed, he knew that his mother would always be there; and know, hopefully, so would Faolan.

With a warm smile Loki picked up his son. Who immediately snuggled into him which caused Loki's heart to lurch in happiness. He stared down at his sons black hair and smiled. He looked up when he heard a timid knock at his door. Only to see Audolf. The boy shifted from foot to foot but there was an air of confidence surrounding him. Loki just simply raised a brow at him and immediately Audolf began to speak.

"I'm sorry to be bothering you sir but I was just wondering if I could go with you to Gringotts for Prince Faolan's adoption," Audolf said/asked in a collected voice. Loki observed the boy before him; Audolf's hair is the color of sun-bleached wood. There are some dark streaks for sure but the pale browns dominate, never pale enough to be blonde and without any golden hues. Loki saw that the boy was going to be a fine warrior and decided that it would be best if his son had a protector. However that didn't mean that he was going to let his guard down. No, that would only mean certain death to him and his son. So Loki resolved to keep a watch out on Audolf.

With a firm nod, Loki replied. "Of course now let's get going. Wouldn't want to be late now would we?"

Without even waiting for a response Loki strode passed the boy and disappeared. (Making sure to take the boy with him.)

Loki was sitting straight. Straighter than he had ever before sat. He could feel his son shifting in his arms, which brought a small smile to his lips. Loki glanced down at his sons peaceful face before glancing back up into the goblins obsidian black eyes. He saw the way the goblin observed him and his son. Loki matched the goblins unwavering gaze with his own. Out of his peripheral vision he saw the boy, Audolf, shift impatiently. Loki had to hide a smirk after finally realizing what the goblin was doing. He was waiting them out or, more specifically, the boy Loki had brought along. Loki was fine with waiting if it meant he was going to keep his son with him.

Finally, however, Audolf had enough of sitting in silence and burst out. "Can we please get this started?"

Loki sighed internally as he watched the goblin grin. "Of course young sir. Why didn't you ask earlier?"

He saw that way Audolf's eyebrow twitched in annoyance before his face became emotionless. Loki turned his gaze to the goblins and saw that, once again, he was observing them. Though before Loki was about to speak the goblin, Jormûndër Loki believed, spoke first.

"Now as I can tell this child is none other than Harry Potter. Son to James and Lily Potter who are now, sadly, deceased. I can also tell that you wish to keep this a secret and as you know we, as in the goblin race, are obligated to tell the Ministry of this illegal affair," Jormûndër said, knitting his long fingers together. Loki felt himself tense at the implications of the goblins words.

With gritted teeth Loki asked. "What do you want?"

He watched as the goblin smiled. "All we ask for, in return for allowing you to adopt the child unnoticed, is that we want him to come here every summer of the year. So he can learn from us and so that we will have a spokesperson, as most humans say, in the Wizarding population. That is all we ask for and we will turn a blind eye towards this most peculiar event," Jormûndër said and Loki stared into the goblins obsidian black eyes. His mind was working overtime, trying to figure out the implications of this deal. Loki knew that out of all the things that the goblins could have asked for, this was by far probably the most docile.

So after a moment's hesitation Loki nodded before saying. "He will start coming when he turns five. No later and no sooner," he said firmly which the goblin responded with a nod.

"As would be expected. Now on to the main event. All I ask of you is to prick your finger and write your name on this parchment," Jormûndër said as he offered Loki a small dagger and the piece of parchment. Which he took and did as he was asked. Jormûndër began to speak again. "Good, now since the child is too young to recite the chant you will have to do the lengthier version." Jormûndër said while handing Loki parchment with the spell on it. When he saw what he would have to do first he blanched at the thought.

"Do I really have to prick his finger?" Loki asked glancing down at his son.

"Yes, for although magic can do many things. It still needs a beginning and an end. The spell will not work if the child's blood is not present. For then you will be adopting nothing. Though do not be afraid for his well-being. The blade is enchanted so the minute three drops of blood are supplied, his cut will heal itself," Jormûndër explained and Loki nodded in understanding. Although he knew most of what Jormûndër said already, Loki didn't want to take the chance of upsetting his son.

So with a sigh Loki took his sons hand, gently, into his own while grabbing the dagger. As gently as he could Loki cut his sons finger, and was glad to see that the infant only stirred in his sleep. His mind briefly went to the magic in the dagger as an answer before the task at hand surfaced. Loki brought his sons hand over the parchment and watched as three drops exactly fell onto it.

Loki watched as his sons blood makes it way towards his own. He watched as the two substances merged and immediately saw the way it changed. He watched as the blood started to glow a beautiful green mixed with blue. The two colors meshing harmoniously in the air. Though it was gone in a blink of the eye. Only leaving behind a residue of what used to be.

He turned his attention back towards Jormûndër when he heard a throat being cleared. "This will do for now. In all rights he is your son. However this process will have to be repeated when he is older. So he, himself, can write his own name onto the parchment. As this act has to be an act of free will. Magic will not accept anything more and certainly not anything less."

Loki nodded, in understanding, already knowing that this would have to be repeated. Though for now he was content in knowing that his son would not be taken from him. "Alright we will come back when we see that he is ready," Loki said, while standing up and gesturing for Audolf to do the same.

Loki was glad that the boy had decided to stay silent. Whether it be because he was an insolent fool or because he just didn't know what to say, would be the great mystery. However frankly Loki didn't care.

As they were walking out Loki heard Jormûndër's voice from behind him. "Remember our deal for you do not want what will happen if you break it."

Loki heard the clear threat in the goblins voice. However for once he decided not to let anger control him. Instead Loki nodded stiffly and edited, with Audolf trailing behind. The door slamming behind them as they left. Loki took no time in disappearing with the boy.

As the two appeared in Asgard, after Loki had transported them, Audolf turned towards him. "Now what sir?"

Loki turned his gaze towards the boy and smiled. "Now we welcome the new Prince of Asgard home."

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you liked this chapter. I believe you will like the next one I'm writing a lot too (I hope). Anyways I'm sorry if this is a little short. I promise the chapters will get longer

There is also a poll on my page for Faolan's/Harry's familiar. I only put ten up with their descriptions, so if you want something else just tell me.

As always if you have any questions feel free to ask. I will try and get back to you as soon as I can.

Sorry for all the misspelled/missing words.

-ShakespearePoet101