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Space Wizards Fly on Rockets

Harry let his smile fade as the mirror in his hands stilled, the images of his children fading away to leave only his reflection.

"Your children?" Loki asked.

Harry turned to look at the god who stood behind him from his place on the grass outside the cabin.

"Yes," Harry replied as his fingers absentmindedly stroked the mirror frame.

"You miss them?" Loki cocked his head to the side, trying to read Harry.

"Of course. They're my children," Harry said as he stretched his arms above his head and lay back, looking up at the night sky.

From here, all the constellations were different and in other places to how he learnt all those years ago atop an astronomy tower.

"Which one is earth?" Harry asked, his eyes flicking to Loki who still stood behind him.

"That one."

"Oh. That's so far away…" Harry said as he followed Loki's arm to the shining star.

There was silence then, with the two men who looked alike but were centuries apart. Both magically powerful in their own right.

"Why did you come?" Loki asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Because I have a bad habit of wanting to protect those I love, even if it means putting myself into exorbitant amounts of danger." Harry said with a wry grin, still staring up at the stars above.

"But you didn't have to help Thor or come here. You could have stayed."

Harry turned to Loki, really looking at the God still standing there.

Loki was slouched slightly, his shoulders curled in and his eyes on his feet.

"Because I know that if something were to happen, and I knew I could have prevented it, that the guilt of it all would destroy me… as I'm sure it did for you."

Loki's eyes snapped to Harry and he let out a snarl. "You know nothing!"

"I know that you blame yourself for your Mother, Freiga's death. I know you weren't yourself when you attacked New York and that whatever happened when you fell from the rainbow bridge, that whatever it was, you carry that burden still." Harry kept his voice even and low, his face open of any judgement as he continued.

"That now your mind is clear you saw the error in your ways and you have repented to your father. He told me of what you did and the burden you carry. He has forgiven you, why won't you forgive yourself?"

Loki's features were stuck in a mask of horrible rage until he faltered and softened, his gaze dropping back to his feet.

"You are too wise for one so young." Loki whispered.

"Hardly wise. Just...experienced." Harry pat the spot next to him. "Why don't you come here and give me an astrology course. Everything is all over the shop from what I'm used to."

It took Loki a moment before he moved, but he slowly lowered himself down till he was laying an arms reach away from the wizard.

Taking a deep breath in and then exhaling, Loki began a story he had known since his childhood sitting on the steps of the throne room on the end of Odin's cape. Of Yggdrasil and the pathways and the way the worlds are all connected and the darkness in between.

And so their days were spent in a similar fashion. Odin would tell them of places they knew of the infinity stones and who had them and where they were to travel to.

Banner kept an eye on Odin with his ailing health, mixing herbed drinks when the old man would cough from talking too much.

Thor and Loki seemed to have come to some kind of truce under the sharp eye of their father. It seemed their family conversations had revealed some things to them both.

And Harry, he called his family each night to hear of their day, and tell them stories of his adventures on Asgard and the forests surrounding them.

It seemed that Fenrir knew to stay away from Harry as well as whenever Harry went out, he could feel the eyes watching him from the surrounding trees but they never came closer. Harry was fine with that, as he had long learnt to let sleeping wolves lay undisturbed.

As Thor plotted a course for them using the rainbow bridge, the group knew that it would soon be time to leave.

"Harry!" Banner called from the porch, his hands covered in blood.

Harry turned from the mirror, the darkness of the forest creeping in. It was nearing sundown soon. It was late even back on Earth, the children already in bed asleep.

"Go." He heard Clint say through the mirror before it went still.

Harry tucked the mirror in his pocket as he rushed over. "What happened?"

"Odin, he's…" Bruce said.

Harry gripped Bruce by the forearm in comfort as they moved inside.

As they came to the bedroom, Odin was propped up with pillows, his white beard streaked with red.

"Bruce, go grab the oils from my bag."

Harry heard Bruce rush back downstairs as he stepped into the room.

"Those sons of yours will be back soon," Harry said softly as he moved to the bedside.

"I must speak with you...without them," Odin said with a hacked cough, more blood coming up.

Harry helped soothe him, rubbing his back till the coughing subsided.

"My time is limited. I am afraid that when I fade you will have your hands full with Ragnarok…" Odin said, his breathing slowing. "Listen closely Potter-Son."

Harry leant close as he let Odin whisper in his ear. Harry nodded as his eyes flicked to the doorway, where a huffing Thor and Loki stood.

Thor looked pained, his eyes on the scene. Loki stood still, his eyes flicking between his father and the mage.

Loki and Thor could not hear what was being said but soon enough Harry pulled back from the bed, moving to touch both brothers on the shoulder.

"Go to him. He wishes to speak to you both."

Harry stood watch as Thor and Loki knelt by Odin's side, Thor with his large hands gripping the frail and withered hand, and Loki with his face pinched in pain but standing with his arms clenched at his side.

Harry turned away from the scene, as Thor let out a roar of despair as his father closed his eye one last time. He began to break into small, floating light particles as he drifted up from the bed, and out the window, as if he were stardust.

"Father…" Thor croaked as he fisted his hands into the empty bedsheets.

"He is with Mother now, forever," Loki said, placing a delicate hand on his brother's shoulder.

They stood in silence, mourning.

A rumble and a sharp crack reverberated from outside.

"Harry!" Bruce called from downstairs.

Harry looked to the brothers, who heard the sound too. All three rushed downstairs, moving through the house to the front door where Bruce and Fenrir stood, eyeing the green crack in the air which was pulsating with light, cleaved down the middle in a jagged line.

"Somethings comin'," Fenrir growled out, his hand in claws.

"I suggest you shift," Harry said, moving forward.

"I don't take orders from you Potter," Fenrir spat.

"Fine then," Harry responded, barely paying attention to Loki who was requesting the same of his son anyway, with Fenrir eventually shifting into the large wolf.

The crack came again, with the crack opening wider,

spilling out tendrils of blackness and a cold wind.

"Show yourself, Hela!" Thor yelled into the abyss, his hand summoning Mjilnor, swinging it around to launch. "Father has warned us of your coming!"

A long leg emerged, followed by a body clad in green and black and a head of long black hair.

"So he's gone? That's a shame. I would've liked to have seen that," Hela said with a drawl. "And he foretold my arrival. My, my what a welcoming party…"

The group stare each other down.

"Kneel." Hela demanded.

"I beg your pardon?" Loki replied, his brows raised.

Hela pulled from the air a pitch black blade, the hilt in a deep green that she swung forward, blade end towards the group. "Kneel...before your Queen."

"I don't think so."

Thor let Mjilnor fly, all of them startled when the figure caught the flying Hammer, crushing it within her hands. In the same movement, she threw the blade.

It seems it all happened at once.

Fenrir burst forth, protecting Loki, as Bruce was pushed to the side.

Bruce stumbled forward, missing the second blade that Hela conjured, his form rippling and shifting to the Hulk.

Harry in the same space of time rushed forward, his dragon blades in hand as he met Hela. A spinning kick from her had him flown into a tree, a crack sounding from the impact.

Hulk attacked from behind and with a swift kick from Hela, was pushed through the portal, his roar echoing into nothing as he disappeared, the portal flaring bright blue.

Harry let out a cry as he watched his friend fall, another moment in his mind of Sirius falling into the veil… Harry's rage took over as he swung down the twin blades, violently pushing Hela back with the force.

Thor was still in shock, as Loki stood behind the protection of Fenrir.

"Stop this," Harry growled out.

Hela threw back her head and laughed, "as if I would obey a puny mortal like you!"

She swung her sword again and Harry parried the below.

"I order you, Hela, daughter of Odin, Guardian of Eljudnir, to stop," Harry breathed out, holding the blades still as his last words took hold.

Hela's body froze, her eyes wide, her arms stretched out before her with her sword, as stiff as a statue, her speech spoken through her closed teeth. "Who are you…? What have you done to me…?"

Harry stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes flickered to the portal to Eljudnir.

"My name is Harry Barton. Your father told me of your history and your imprisonment. Your role in this world. As Thor is the God of Lighting and Loki the God of Mischief, you Hela, are Goddess of the Underworld, Guardian of the gateway between life and death. Imprisoned there to atone for your crimes in the kingdoms." Harry said as he stepped up to Hela, removing the sword from her grasp.

"Your father told me of your powers, and you position." Harry continued. "It turns out Odin was waiting for me before he could fade."

"What?" Thor muttered at that little proclamation.

"Hela needs someone who can curb her...more violent tendencies and that requires a lot of power and authority." Harry explained.

"I see where this is going…" Loki said with a smirk.

"Yes. Your father wished for me to claim my titles. And I did, before he passed. I have been granted a boon by the Allfather. The ability to wield my title over the one is meant to guard and protect the realms of Death. As the Master of Death." Harry said with a vicious smile, his fingers rising to lift Hela's chin. "And you shall be mine to command and to control until I deem you worthy of release."

Hela snarled but could do more than contort her lips, wishing to spit but finding she couldn't even open her jaw.

Harry pat her cheek condescendingly, with a wave of his hand, Hela's arms and legs snapped together in a body bind and he floated her up to hover behind him.

"We need to find Bruce."

"He has fallen through the portal. He shall die when he encounters the dead." Hela grit out although her eyes sparked with glee.

"He has been sent into the rainbow bridge," a voice said from the trees, as Heimdall emerged with his sword drawn. "I came when I felt the Allfather fade."

"Heimdall, my friend!" Thor said, moving over to clasp the older mans' shoulder. "I am glad you are here. Where have you been?"

Heimdall looked to Loki who merely lifted his nose and turned away.

"Do we even want to know what you did, Loki?" Harry said with a sigh. "But thank you for sending Bruce into the rainbow bridge. We should all be able to find him then. If he ended up where Hela was from it would have been a nightmare."

"Potter-son, it is nice to meet you. I shall be able to help you locate him and send you there." Heimdall said.

"I will have to go back to Asgard to get a new weapon…" Thor said as he looked at the shattered pieces of Mjilnor.

"And I will need to send a letter…" Harry said as he fingered the broken pieces of the mirror through his jacket pocket. He mentally snorted at the image of sending a letter via rocket back to earth. No, he'd be needing to enlist some help with that, now that Loki had been banned from earth by a man named Doctor Strange.

"Come on then," Loki said as he opened up another portal, the swirling light bright in the darkness of the evening.

Harry nodded as he stepped through to Asgard. Nothing was ever easy, and nothing ever went to plan.