Son of Thor!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers or Thor.
This story is set after the battle of New York of which Loki had no part in other then to help defeat them. Loki and Thor are married. This will be a Male/Male and mpreg story, if you do not like those sorts of stories then I suggest you don't read this one. Enjoy.
Sorry bout the cliffy guys…actually, no I'm not. It builds up the suspense and leaves you wanting more. I was asked a few questions about the plot around the prophecy and Dumbledore but at the moment all I can tell you is that it will be explained throughout as there is no way Loki would leave it at that and there will be Dumbledore bashing. I'm sorry guys but this is not an update, I'm simply editing. Thanks for the support.
Ch: 4
"We have a bone to pick with you Dursley." Thor growled as he pushed his way through the door and passed the very angry fat man, not even waiting for permission to enter.
"Who do you think you are, this is private property and you are breaking and entering." Vernon spluttered looking as if his head would explode.
"We are entering yes, but we haven't broken anything…..yet." Loki glared as he walked passed hugging Haraldr closer to his chest. Vernon turned his beady little eyes on Loki then, spotting Harry hiding in his mothers neck and hair and snarling angrily.
"What do you think you're doing boy, I told you….." He shouted as he started forward making Harry whimper and practically climbed over Loki's shoulder to his back, Steve shot forward grabbing the fat mans shoulder and shoving him back away from them.
"I wouldn't try that if I were you." He snapped causing his team mates to stare at him in shock for the second time that day, not believing they heard that tone from the overly kind man.
"Touch my son again and there won't be anything you're human laws can do to protect you from us fat man. We are being gracious as it is by letting your own people deal with you, trust me." Loki growled out whilst hugging Haraldr closer to himself.
"What do you mean son!" Petunia shrieked as she made her presence known from the living room doorway.
"What we mean is, the young boy you have had enslaved these passed few years under the guise that he was your sisters son, is actually my son. Haraldr Thorson, he was sent away with a servant for protection when our home was invaded. We just now found him, he is coming home with us now and you will face the consequences for what you have done."
"You mean to tell me after all these years, we actually had no obligations to the boy? The way that letter was written made it sound like we had no choice." Vernon snapped.
"He has a name." Loki snapped. "What letter, who decided that putting my little boy with you vile creatures was a good idea?" He added as an afterthought.
"There was a letter that was left with him when we found him on our doorstep written by a man named Albus Dumbledore explaining what had happened to him and my sister. It said that he had no other family and that we had no choice but to take him in otherwise bad people would come for us. That our blood would protect each other and that if we tried to get rid of him we would all be in danger."
"Yes well, nothing will happen to him as he will not be here for much longer and anything that dares harm my son shall answer to me. I care not what happens to you these humans had no right to even look at my son let alone give him to you two vermin. Both he and you were misinformed of his parentage and are now being charged with severe child abuse." Loki drawled as he stepped closer to Thor and held Haraldr between them away from the fat man that was causing his little boy so much distress. "Not to mention what will happen to you should our healer find anything wrong with him that is irreparable that occurred during his stay here." He glared at the two of them so hard he could have set them on fire. "This Dumbledore person will soon find himself very sorry as well, very sorry indeed.
"Haraldr, would you please show us to your room?" Steve asked kindly, intending to get the small boy out of the hostile environment and was shocked when he and Loki were lead to a small boot cupboard under the stairs that had more locks than necessary after his mother set him down. "Is this your room?" The soldier asked in incredulously to which Harry only nodded in answer.
"You filthy worms will pay for this." Loki snarled at the Dursley's be fire turning to open the door to the cupboard to see inside. He found only a small cot with a raggedy old blanket along with a small pile of rags that he guesses were supposed to be clothes. "I must leave here before I do something I definitely will not regret, Haraldr is there anything you wish to take with you?" He asked turning to his son.
"No mummy. Are we leaving now?" He asked as Loki once again lifted him into his arms.
"Yes baby, we are. Daddy's gonna make sure these bad people can't hurt you anymore while we go and wait for him at Tony's home, how's that sound?"
"Who's Tony mummy?" He tilted his he to the side cutely.
"You see that man over there by the door?" He asked as he turned and pointed at Tony who was leaning against the front door watching the scene with an air of boredom, only the slight frown and tight lips hinted at his anger hidden tightly underneath.
"Uh huh." He nodded vigorously.
"Well his name is Tony Stark and he owns a very large building in New York, he's also Iron Man." He informed him as they made their way over to said man.
"Who?" Tony's mouth dropped at that making Loki laugh.
"Oh, this is priceless." At the same time Tony all but shouted "You don't know who Iron Man is." Making Harry tremble slightly at the shouted question and shake his head, fearfully shrinking back into his mothers embrace.
"Oh kid." Tony said shaking his head in sympathy. "You don't watch a lot of news, do you?"
"No, I'm not allowed to watch T.V." He informed them seriously.
"Well, I have this cool little gadget called a Stark phone and this thing can play movies, music, and many other things including the news from anywhere in the world. How about we go back to the plane and I show how it works and you can see The Avengers in action, how's that sound?"
"Can we mummy?" He asked hesitantly.
"Of course we can baby." He said softly and kissed his forehead.
"Daddy's coming too right?"
"Soon Raven, I just need to make the bad people go away first and then I will come for you." He told him before kissing both his wife and son on the head and ushering them out the door.
Within half an hour they were at the private airstrip in Tony's plane with Tony showing Harry, whom was seated in his mothers lap as he refused to let go lest he disappear, how the Stark phone works while Loki spoke to Steve and Bruce both of which decided to go with them. They had been in the air for roughly twenty minutes in which Tony had Harry watching the footage of the battle in New York a few years ago that Harry apparently thought was the coolest thing he'd ever seen if all the exclamations, ooh's and ahh's were to be interpreted correctly.
"Wow, that's really you? Hey, that's my mummy and daddy too!"
"Yep and the one in blue is Steve over there, the big green guy is Bruce who is also here. Those other two there are Clint and Natasha who are both with your dad. Pretty cool huh?"
"Uh huh," Harry nodded enthusiastically "Mr. Spangles has a frisbee, can we play with it when we get to your house?" He asked innocently with big round green eyes that made it near impossible to say no and making Tony laugh in return.
"I don't know, why don't you ask him?" He said and looked at Steve whom had gone red in the face when he heard his new nickname.
"Mr. Spangles can we play with your frisbee when we get to Tony's home?" He asked turning those large emeralds on him instead.
"Sorry kiddo, but that's not a frisbee it's a shield and not for playing." Steve informed him apologetically.
"Oh, ok." He whispered looking downtrodden.
"I know, how about I make you one of your own that you can use as a frisbee." Tony asked Harry whom immediately cheered up, eyes brightening and a large smile spreading across his face.
"Really?" He asked excitedly.
"Really, really." Tony smiled.
"Can daddy play too?"
"Of course he can, we'll even make it a trip to my house in Malibu by the beach and make a big game out of it as well as some fun in the water."
"I've never been to the beach before."
"Well that settles it, tomorrow we go to the beach."
"We will return home to Asgard the day after so you can see your grandmother and grandfather again, you will also get to meet your little brother for the first time." Loki informed him.
"I have a little brother?" Harry asked, eyes twinkling in his excitement.
"Yes you do, although he look older then you do. He definitely takes after your father where as you take after me, we are special."
"Special?"
"Yes, special."
"Why are we special mummy?" He asked, his face scrunched up cutely in his confusion.
"Because we have magic." Loki told him as he reached out to touch Harry's clothes and turned them into a fine Quilty Asgardian outfit made of black slacks, shiny black leather knee high boots, a black turtleneck long sleeved shirt and a green tunic with gold trimmings.
"Wow, that was cool. We match mummy." Harry all but squealed as he inspected his new outfit.
"Wow Reindeer games, you have your very own Minnie me." Tony snorted. "I find there being two of you a very scary notion."
"I wanna try." Harry informed him before he scrunched up his face in concentration before he reached out and touched Tony's arm making everyone watch in horrified fascination as the very expensive black suit was turned into a green sparkling ball gown with black and gold markings to match the theme. "I did it mummy, look what I did." Harry said excitedly bouncing up and down in his hysterically laughing mothers lap.
"Yes you did baby boy and you did a fantastic job." He informed Harry who beamed at the praise and puffed up in pride at his mothers apparent approval. Tony was too busy complaining about his masculinity being ruined and trying to get either Loki or Harry to change it back that he didn't even notice as not Bruce and Steve took photos of his misfortune.