The boy who was trolled
Chapter 09
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In all its existence, Mimir's well had never been as popular as it had become when Loki and Venus had started playing The Life and Times of Harry Potter. The truly old and powerful deities had far too much free time and were always looking for new ways to spend their eternity's.
Though that's not to say there weren't detractors.
"It's so boring."
"Bast! How can you say that?"
Venus had been the biggest proponent of using the Master-of-death as a source of entertainment since Loki first suggested it. She was not a woman who took criticism well.
"We haven't had a mortal this entertaining since Tripitaka and his misfits did that road trip."
"Hey, as one of those misfits I take offense at not being named."
Venus pinned the one-time Monkey king with a withering glare that only made his grin even bigger, "Oh hush Wukong."
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven snickered but chose to refrain. He was more interested in watching the developing cat fight than in joining it anyway.
"Look, I'm not saying I haven't enjoyed it" said Bast, "But the last five seasons have been nothing but him powering through everybody, sleeping with any girl that smiled at him and basically being the new god of awesome and win."
"I liked the four way he had with all the Black sisters" said Venus, momentarily derailed by memories of naughty fun times.
"I liked the one where he made a religion about me" said the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
"Best church ever" Wukong agreed.
"Point is" Bast cut in before any of the others could start fangirling, "he's basically done everything he's gonna do within this format."
"What's a floor mat?" asked Loki, just arriving and catching the tail end of the conversation.
"Bast says Harry's boring" Venus accused.
"Bast! Say it ain't so" cried Loki like an over acting drama student.
"Do you ever feel fat, being so full of ham" the cat headed goddess inquired.
"Nope" said the Norse trickster, "high metabolism."
"I think all the fats just in his head" 'whispered' Wukong.
"Watch it Monkey, I got itching powder and I'm not afraid to use it."
"You should be" Wukong growled, remembering why he didn't like the Norse trickster.
Ignoring the threat, a feat in which he'd had much practice, "Seriously though, this is the best entertainment we've had in centuries."
"And it's getting repetitive."
"I hate to say it" Hera interjected, "but she is right."
"Et tu Hera" Venus accused.
"Don't give me that look child. You know its true. There's simply nothing left to challenge him. He's memorized the playbook. There is simply no one on that planet who can test him."
"So, lets try a different one."
The idea piqued everyone's attention.
"Can you do that?" asked the Spaghetti Monster.
"We've been dumping him into other Harry bodies because it was easy and that's what we wanted to watch, not because we needed to."
"A physical body would be easy enough to form and dump his soul into it. The current state of his soul makes transmigration much easier than a normal soul."
"How do you know so much about his soul Hera?"
The queen goddess blushed under the patron of loves knowing stare.
"Never mind" she said.
"Doesn't matter" Loki cut in, "It's a great idea."
"So, where should we send him?"
Everyone had the answer to this question and felt the need to voice it simultaneously. This of course led to an argument which nearly devolved into a fight before Hera broke things up.
"We'll not be starting another war thank you!" she said curtly, looking down at all the other gods, cowed before her like naughty children.
"Well, that was fun" said Loki, who'd simply sat and watched, "I believe then, first pick must go to you."
Hera looked at the well and considered her choice. A wave of her scepter and the image in the well changed.
"I believe this should do."
Loki peeked into the well and gave an appreciative whistle, "That should shake things up. Might be an awfully short season though."
"I'm confident he will adapt" said Hera.
Loki shrugged, "Be fun to watch either way."