I don't own Harry Potter or Thor.

Pairing: Harry/Thor.

Warnings: No Smut T,T

Word count: 1600.


It was a day like any other for Harry, who had been in self made exile for the past three years and a half. It was also about to end as any other day, or it was, until a man literally fell from the sky and landed in the middle of his property.

He was doing what he always did, after he had his dinner, sitting peacefully on the steps of his front porch drinking from a glass of wine and looking at the empty desert before shifting his eyes towards the beautiful starry night, he twitched his fingers and a bottle of wine floated from inside the house to where he was sitting and tilted over his empty glass, filling it with red wine. Harry sipped from the glass as the bottle smoothly floated to sit beside him, he hummed as the bold taste of the Cabernet Sauvignon hit his palette. He was about to call it a night and go up to bed when he saw the headlights of a car in the distance, he frowned, no car ever made it out this far before. He didn't really care or worry, his wards would keep any trespassers away and redirect them somewhere else. He shrugged and turned to climb the stairs of his front porch, when bright lights achingly similar to lightning but not quite the same, opened up in the middle of the sky followed by a tornado the reached the earth. A flash of lightning hit the centre of the tornado and he could almost swear that he saw an object falling. Harry noticed that the car that had turned off it's headlights, turned them on again and was now moving to the centre of the tornado.

"Bollocks, there goes that statue of secrecy." He swore before he turned on the spot and apparated to the middle of the fading tornado.

He appeared in the middle of a circle and came face to face with an old man and two young women. While a blond man was laying on his front at his feet. "Well, this is awkward." He grimaced and before anyone could say or do anything, he grabbed the now conscious man's shoulder and apparated back to his house.

"What the hell just happened?!" Jane whispered as she looked at the place where the two men were just standing before disappearing in thin air, neither one of her companions answered her.


"Woah, there." Harry calmed as the blond, giant of a man, fell on his hands and knees, breathing heavily. "Are you ok, mate?

"No, I am as far from ok as I'll ever be." The unknown man grunted before rising on his knees and then heaved himself to stand on his feet. "Where am I?" He asked as he looked around the place.

"You're in my home." Harry looked at the other man suspiciously. "Who are you? And how is it possible that you're still alive after falling from the sky? I know for a fact that you're not a wizard and certainly not a magical creature, but I can feel strange, faint traces of a power in you that's fading." Harry knew he was rambling but he couldn't help it, the only other person he knew and talked to regularly was Death, and Death was not as stunningly attractive as this gorgeous, blond, and very well proportioned, muscly man. 'Calm down Harry,' he thought, 'muscly is not a word,' he grimaced at the direction his thoughts were heading.

"I am Thor Odinson, God of Thun..." Thor snorted self deprecatingly, "I used to be the God of Thunder, now I'm mortal." The other man sneered, turning to face the other man.

"Ok," Harry didn't know what to say, he looked away not noticing that the other man was eyeing him up. "That'd explain the fading energy then." He muttered to himself before yelping when suddenly a certain handsome former-god invaded his personal space. "Can I help you with anything?" He asked, fidgeting under the close scrutiny from the other man. He wasn't used to social interactions from people that weren't Death, and if he was honest with himself, he wasn't comfortable with social interactions with people even before he'd exiled himself to this remote place in the middle of New Mexico, USA.

"You are a powerful immortal, are you not?" He asked with a glint in his gorgeous blue eyes, that had Harry internally sighing and externally nodding, blushing when the taller man picked up his hand and lingeringly kissed the back of it. "What is your name, lovely sorcerer?"

"Harry." He rasped, feeling his throat become a bit dry, he coughed. "Just, Harry."

"Would you grace me with your help, beautiful Harry?" The blue eyed man asked charmingly, with a disarming, knee weakening, smile.

"Um," Harry didn't know why his mind just kept flatlining and wouldn't even let him think properly, it was a possibility that the three and half years filled with loneliness where he only masturbated and used toys he'd conjured, had affected him. Now faced with this perfectly built specimen of a man was affecting his libido in ways that were making him feel extremely bothered.

A cough brought him back to said man and he could feel his blood rushing to his face. His head hurt from how hard he was blushing and he didn't dare look at the man that he had, not even a few minutes ago, been imagining naked on his bed, touching himse... 'Merlin Harry! Control your messed up hormones!" He mentally berated himself.

"Help you?" Harry asked tentatively as he tried distancing himself from the other man, pulling his hand from his grasp as he took a step back and crossed his hands behind his back. "With what?"

"Why, to help me return to Asgard!" He exclaimed and went out to stand in front of Harry's house, looking up at the sky. "My father, Odin, has banished me from Asgard." He looked down mournfully.

"May I ask why?" Harry asked hesitantly, not sure if he's overstepping his bounds with the former god.

"I defied my father," he turned to look at Harry, who was now leaning against the front doorway. "I was only trying to protect my people, but my father thought that I was vain," he snorted. "He was... not mistaken, I was vain, I should not have said the things I did, or have done what I did, rushing into battle when my father forbade me."

"A typical Gryffindor, huh?" Harry muttered to himself, feeling a bit down for what the blond man was going through. "And then, what happened?" He descended the porch stairs and walked until he was closer to the taller man and placed a comforting hand on his back because his hand couldn't quite reach the much taller man's shoulder.

"He stripped me of my powers." Thor looked down at his hands before looking at the man trying to comfort him. "He cast me out of Asgard, the only home I've ever known, why father?" He whispered looking so lost that Harry just wrapped his arms around Thor's torso and hugged him. Harry hugged the taller man, the first person he'd hugged in so many years and Thor accepted his offer of comfort, hugging him back tightly.

"I'll try my hardest to help you, Thor Odinson." He swore as he felt tears drip on his shoulder.


Harry lead Thor to his bedroom and told him to rest, then he went downstairs and called Death.

"Yes, Master?" Death appeared as soon as Harry finished uttering his name.

"You won't believe who's sleeping in my bed?" Harry whispered, looking at the stairs leading to the floor above every few minutes.

Death only looked at him with an uninterested eyebrow raise, "enlighten me, Master." He drawled before sitting gracefully in the armchair by the fire, legs crossed at the knee and his face resting on his hand.

"Thor Odinson," he hissed, as he paced the floor in front of the seated immortal being. "As in norse mythology god, Thor Odinson!"

"And?" He twirled his free hand at the still pacing man, prompting him to elaborate further.

"I swear sometimes you're no help at all." Harry huffed, glaring at him. "It seems that Thor is in a pickle with his father."

"I heard." Death intoned, checking his nails before his onyx eyes turned to look at his Master. "Why does this matter concern you?"

"Of course he asks why." He huffed again and stopped pacing, crossing his arms against his chest. "He asked me to help him return to his home."

"And?"

"Stop saying and!" He shouted before quickly shushing, as if that'll help with his own voice not traveling to the upper floor, Death just looked at him with amusement. "I want to help him!"

"Of course you do." Death rolled his eyes. "You can't help him, how will you open a doorway to another realm?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," Harry started to fidget. "I thought maybe you could do it?" He looked at him with pleading green eyes.

"As if I would." Death smirked, enjoying the other man's pout. "I couldn't even if I wanted to and quite honestly? I don't want to." He got up from his place and straightened his black suit, moving towards the formerly mortal male and kissed his brow. "Let the norse fix their own problems, dear."

Harry grumbled to himself as the entity disappeared, he didn't care what Death said, he'd help the sexy norse god, one way or another.


To Be Continued...

Hopefully ;)