Still no word back from dglsprincess105, who hasn't really seemed to be doing anything for a while, so I guess this idea is still a go. And since someone apparently got pissed that I'd ask a fanfic writer, but not the actually owner of the intellectual property, if writing this was okay I'm extending the 'is this okay' question to any time travelling Norsemen or to J K Rowling… If I get reliable confirmation that any of those people say to stop then I will [Confirmed word from anyone who owns a source I use for fics will get me to take all related fics].
Anyway looks like I may be on the verge of a Norse Myth kick and as such I apologise to fans of the Percy Jackson books already! I'm currently sending info on Norse myth and culture to a mate, Chash123, and outlining my ideas on a possible crossover between Norse born demigods and Camp Half-Blood. Chash knows more about Percy Jackson than I do, so I'm asking him to help me work out how the heroes of Olympus will react to the culture clash [My old experience with Percy Jackson is the movies, which I took my little brother to see].
Read, Review, let me know what works and what works not.
Harry Potter belongs to J K Rowling.
The Norse Gods belong to, em the Norse?
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XX The Hall Of Loki, Asgard (Two Days later) XX
Sigyn bounced the toddler on her knee, electing giggles and happy laughs from the boy who looked nothing like his f-mother as the case was. As she kept the little boy amused and distracted while Loki was off speaking with Odin, Sigyn wondered how she should feel…
One the one had her husband had returned, and their hall sounded with the laughs of a child again, but on the other he had been free, and whoring about, for more than a century while she had kept his escape secret. In hindsight, not alerting the rest of Asgard that the man destined to cause the destruction all of creation had escaped was a stupid thing to do but they had killed her children… Thankfully her spiteful concealment of his escape wouldn't mean everyone's deaths on her hands, despite occasional dark thoughts Sigyn did not actually want Asgard gone, and it seemed Loki had spent most of his time on Midgard in female forms which meant every child he had without her equalled a very painful childbirth. Those thoughts and the memories of the strapping young warriors who'd kept her company on the long, cold nights meant she wouldn't be too harsh on Loki.
Speaking of Loki, the Trickster had been gone some time attempting to convince Odin that young Harry here should stay. Apparently her husband had been stupid enough, although he claimed it was merely 'keeping in character', to let someone dedicate the child to the Christian God. Sure they could just raise the boy in his ancestor's ways but that sand dwelling isolationist tended to throw hissy fits whenever It felt someone was taking It's followers away. Then there was the fact that Loki didn't seem able to have a child that the Norn hadn't predestined to have something to do with Ragnarok which meant Odin had to send off to hear from them and find out… Could Loki actually go a millennium without causing trouble?
"Sigyn? Harry?" Loki's voice came from the far side of the hall.
"Here." Sigyn called out as she rose, Harry held loosely in her arms. Loki's form rippled and shifted as he came up to them so that it was the face of Lily Potter nee Evans that took young Harry from her.
"Hello Harry, were you a good boy for Sigyn?" Loki cooed as she tossed Harry up and caught him again, Harry's squeals of delight reminded Sigyn of when Nari was young and Loki would do the same. As he turned to face her Loki shifted back to what most of Asgard thought of as his 'true form', seemed he wanted Harry to become accustomed to that form at an early age. "Was he any bother?"
"Loki Laufeyson, I raised two Aesir children and have cared for many others! Do you really think a mortal would be difficult?" Sigyn snapped, offended at the accusation.
"Apologies my love, it's just that not even James could watch over him for long without my little boy causing some kind of mischief." Loki chuckled in Lily's voice. "James was so proud… Thought Harry was taking after him even though he's just a little Mamma's boy, aren't you Harry?"
"Tell me of about your mortal, you normally don't stay with them long enough for marriage." Sigyn said as she took Harry from Loki and made her way to their dining table, where several plates with cuts of meat and sugared fruits sat prepared.
"Harry favours him almost perfectly… So much so that after seeing James' baby photos Sirius asked if Harry was really our son or a homunculus we made one day while bored." Loki laughed in his own voice, although it came from Lily's lips. "Although his eyes where brown, very much like your own… Huh, maybe that was why I liked him so much."
"There are several parts of my body you adore, Loki, but my eyes are not one of them." Sigyn said pointedly as she tore up a slice of beef into small strips for Harry. "Why did you stay with him for so long?"
"I don't know… He was everything I 'hated'." Loki sighed as he shifted back to normal. "He was cocky, arrogant, petty, mean, a prankster without care for what befell others… Had no intention of following any rules if he didn't want to and wasted so much talent just messing about."
"Are we talking about this 'James' mortal or you?" Sigyn joked. Loki's mock reaction of hurt feelings brought a bout of giggles from Harry, who hadn't spoken a word since Voldemort had attacked them and that worried Loki. The boy had been so gabby the last few weeks.
"James." Loki told her as he reached out and gently touched the dressing Sigyn had applied to the wound atop Harry's head. "If I wanted someone like myself I'd have returned Sirius' longing looks in Fourth Year… When you cleaned his wound did it seem off to you?"
"No, why?" Sigyn answered as she watched Harry reach up and try to grab at Loki's finger.
"Just… It's just that something isn't right." Loki murmured as he shifted back into Lily's form and picked Harry up. "The warding I had around him, and the spell he was hit by… There shouldn't be a mark on him, I think I should take him to see Eir when she returns from wherever she's disappeared off too."
XX Gordric's Hollow Graveyard; Somerset, England (One Week Later) XX
The funeral was a very private affair, Dumbledore had seen to that. Powerful wards and muggle repelling charms meant no one, magical or otherwise, could enter the graveyard where the ancient wizard stood with a handful of others and listened as the minister finished the service over the graves of James and Lily Potter… Well James at the very least. A lack of any body for Lily, coupled with both a Veritaserum and Legilimency interrogations on young Sirius Black had forced Dumbledore to transfigure some rubble into a passable copy of the young witch.
To his left stood Sirius, solemn faced and reeking slightly of alcohol. Seems the poor boy wasn't taking the revelation that there really are Higher Powers, or that he once tried and failed to flirt with one, well. Passed Sirius stood Remus Lupin, another man who looked the worse for wear. He'd been drinking in mourning for the deaths of both Potters, Sirius was under oath not to share anything that had happened after he'd arrived in the cottage with anyone. To their right stood a few others, mostly staff from Hogwarts and Order members. Petunia had refused to come to the funeral, and James' parents had lived long enough to see young Harry born, so there weren't many who knew the Potter's to mourn.
Oh there were mourners, thousands upon thousands, but many cried crocodile tears and had only come to catch a glimpse of young Harry or to strengthen the claims that they were not in fact on Tom's side.
"Has he… She…? Have you been contacted?" Sirius whispered while Remus stepped forward and paid his final respects.
"Not yet, unfortunately." Dumbledore sighed. "And a pity too as I had so hoped to meet another pagan god… Oh well, I'm sure Loki will get in touch."
"Get in… A pity? I…" Sirius spluttered incoherently as he shook with rage. Controlling himself as Remus returned Sirius bit back his comments until the service was done and he'd promised Remus he'd catch up in a few minutes. Once he was sure no one was watching, or would notice and stop him, he snatched a grip of Dumbledore's robes and punched the old man in the face. "Some thing shows up claiming to be a creature from the primordial, possesses and mutates poor Lily's corpse into some freakish form and takes my godson and all you can say is pity?! What, the hell, is wrong with you?"
"Maybe he just has faith?" A soft voice said from behind, causing Sirius to jump and half turn in mid-air. There, leaning against one of the other gravestones, stood Lily Potter in a pair of muggle jeans and a light summery blouse. "Need a hand up, Albus?"
"No, no I'm fine." The aged wizard said in that grandfatherly tone of his even as he tapped his broken noise to stem the bleeding and undo most of the damage. "But thank you all the same Ms. Evan- Oh, hum… If what Sirius has told me is true, Mr. Laufeyson would be a more appropriate term would it not?"
"I have no titles so Loki is fine… Unless you feel more comfortable keeping Lily?" The thing Sirius refused to believe had been his best friend's wife, and source of his first crush, said as it leaned to look around them. ".. Eh, who exactly did you bury in my stead?"
"I transfigured some rubble into your likeness, wouldn't want to cause a panic would we?" Dumbledore joked in a way Sirius was definitely not happy about. The thing across from them had stolen Lily's body and her child but Dumbledore seemed perfectly willing to accept what it said at face value. "Now, as I'm sure Sirius is desperate to know, how is Harry?"
"Fine, thankfully. I was very worried there, he didn't speak for nearly a week. And that cut, I may not have bothered to study magic in Asgard but I'd picked up enough to ensure those wards should not have buckled under such a basic spell. And it still had power after it broke through the charms and wards and protections, still had power after breaking through MY spellwork, to hurt him." Lily/Loki began and for a moment, just an instant, Sirius could almost believe it really was Lily. The same gabby explanations when worked up, the same pacing on the spot and wild hand motions. Everything the same. "A neat little cut, like a childish drawing of a lightning bolt, over his eye. Thor is laughing his ass off at that, says the boy should be dedicated to him, and it took me five days to find Eir! That little Vanir had run off somewhere to collect flowers to make salves and balm with, while my son needed looking at! I could have rung her neck for making me worry-"
"Calm down Ms. Evans, calm down." Dumbledore said gently, slipping into old headmastering habits. "I trust that Eir, whom I believe is the goddess of healing correct?, was able to ensure young Harry was well?"
"Yes, fine… Well mostly fine." Loki/Lily went on after taking several breaths. "There's something stuck in the cut, hints of dark magic. Eir, Odin and even Freyja all promised me it isn't causing any harm… said it's just like grit left in a bad scratch. Although I said to leave it there when trying to remove it made Harry cry, I can't stand to see my children cry."
"No good parent can." Dumbledore added sagely, of course he wasn't speaking from personal experience but has basing this on observation and interaction of friends throughout the years. "And I'm sure if this 'grit' does cause trouble you will remove it immediately?"
"Of course, every year Harry is going to have a full check-up from Eir. He's only mortal, and your kind are so fragile it's scary." Lil-Lok-? The god told them. "And before I forget Albus, I need you to take Harry's name off the list. He won't be going to Hogwarts."
"WHAT?!" Sirius' roar would have attracted the police through the wards had Dumbledore not thought to throw up a few privacy charms while he was repairing his noise. "What do you mean, won't be going to Hogwarts?"
"Well, it's very far away and Harry is my baby… I don't want him to be that distant." Loki/Lily admitted. "I had planned to teach him so things myself, maybe ask Odin to supply a few lessons and everything would be great… Then I find out about the obligation."
"And what obligation would that be, may I ask?" Dumbledore inquired politely, he'd met a god before and knew that politeness was always the best policy if one wanted to avoid 'unfortunate accidents' at some point in the future.
"Well it seems Odin promised the last truly devoted worshipper of ours, way back in the twelfth century, that any and all mortals born of Asgard would attend the school he was building… A thank you, if you will, for his decades of undemanded worship." Lily/Loki told them in a tone that said that Odin was an idiot for doing so. "And since Harry is the first mortal born to anyone linked with Asgard since Asgard signed that treaty with Yahweh, or whatever it calls itself nowadays, I kinda have to send him to Durmstrang. Big brothers, always making your life a pain!"
"DURMSTRANG! LISTEN HERE YOU… YOU CREATURE YOU! I WILL NOT SEE MY GODSON SENT OFF TO THAT VILE SCHOOL IN THE ARSE-HOLE OF NOWHERE TO BE TAUGHT THE DARKEST OF MAGI-!" Sirius screamed before a ten and a quarter inch Willow hand appeared in the hand of the focus of his screaming and a spell to stick his tongue to the roof of his mouth was put on him.
"Dare speak to me like that again and I'll rip out your lungs through your back Black! Am I clear?" Loki growled in a tone that would have left Dementors shaking in terror. Once he had calmed down, and started using Lily's voice again, they got reassured Harry would face no threats. "I know how you feel Sirius, but Odin's credit rating is bad enough as it is and if I don't agree to help him fulfil this promise then Asgard will lose any trustworthiness it has with the rest of creation. In fact, if it makes you feel better, then you can come with me when I go to enrol him. You can be there when I threaten to kill everyone within a hundred mile radius if anyone so much as thinks of hurting my little boy while he attends the school some asshole built over my old prison."
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Little more. Someone over on the HP wikia tried to work out where Durmstrang is, using the info Krum gave in the books plus the fact that Rowling confirmed it to be up in Scandinavia, and one of the best locations is some mountain in some mountain in Norway called Galdhøpiggen [it meets the majority of the requirements, but isn't far enough north to get little sunlight like Krum said]. Now the thing I love about using Galdhøpiggen, and sending Harry to Durmstrang, for this fic is that Galdhøpiggen is located in [and I shit you not] a mountainous area called "Jotunheimen"… For a fic featuring Loki, that is fucking amazing placement.
I'm dyslexic, so please point out any mistakes in the spelling or grammar [I use the Irish/English spelling structure, so some may look off to Americans]. Please leave opinions and comments via review or PM, I can't improve without feedback. Well, that's everything I've got to say…
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