Standing in the castle's lab were Laura, Clark, Harry, Scott and Lorna. Watching from the control room were Martha, Lex and Jonathan.

"Ok, what's the plan?" Lorna asked.

"First we try something oh so simple." Harry said. "Clark, order it to reveal it's true purpose."

"What do you mean?" Clark frowned.

"Whoever built this thing wanted to make sure you would be cared for. I highly doubt that they intended for it to run your life. It might be programmed to respond to your orders."

Clark nodded. "Ship, what is your true purpose?"

"I was created to ensure you rise to your destiny."

"What is that supposed destiny?"

"To rule mankind and save them from themselves and what is to come."

Clark became angry at that but Scott put a hand on his arm. "What exactly is to come?"

The ship was silent.

"Answer him." Clark ordered.

The ship was silent.

"I order you to answer him!" Clark said heatedly.

"I was worried about that." Laura said. "It was giving out the easy information. It wasn't answering because Clark ordered it, it simply gave the information that it wanted to."

"Looks like we do this the hard way." Lorna smirked. With a gesture she raised the ship off the ground and it began to spin as she tested it with her powers of magnetism. "Harry, Sweetie, shield me whilst I rip this thing apart." She requested.

Harry moved forward to kneel in front of Lorna where he threw up a vibranium shield that pulsed with energy in a dome over the ship. There was an opening right in front of Lorna where she could see and access the ship.

Clark moved slightly behind Lorna so he could see into the ship, he wanted a better view so he easily catch any debris that made it through.

The ship lit up as its systems came to life in response to the threat. The engines began to hum but it was caught in the firm grip of Polaris.

"You aren't going anywhere, Bub." Lorna growled.

Scott sighed in exasperation as Laura giggled. If anyone had rubbed off on the group more than Harry, it was Logan.

There was a screech of metal as the ship began to tear apart. Jonathan, Martha and Lex cringed at the horrible noise.

"You cannot halt destiny." The voice of the ship droned calmly. "Your time will come my son. You must rise up and take this world."

"Sweetie, please make the toy calculator stop talking." Laura asked Lorna with a fake smile.

"As you wish." She responded without looking away, but a smile graced her lips.

Harry placed a hand on Lorna and began feeding her power, increasing her strength. The ship suddenly began to peel like a banana.

Then everything stopped.

The ship became immobile as it floated in various pieces inside the dome.

Harry dispelled the dome and Lorna lowered the dismantled ship to the ground.

"Well that was fun!" Harry grinned at Clark.

Clark felt he had no other choice than to roll his eyes.

"This is going to be so much fun!" Laura practically squealed in delight, which was fairly out of character for the usually stoic woman. "I have to get Hilde!" She declared before she vanished.

Harry stepped forward amongst the remains of the ship and retrieved two pieces. "Need to keep these separate otherwise we might have to repeat that again." He said as he showed them the Heart and the Key.

"But it won't work without them." Clark pointed out.

"Sure it will, we just have to figure out how they work."


Clark was having a hard time emotionally. He was coming to grips with his actions under red Kryptonite but dealing with losing Lana was harder. Especially as she seemed to have a secret admirer leaving her notes at her parents graves. Lex had been impressed with the poetic love notes but Clark was worried. He was jealous and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. It also didn't sit well with him that they were being left anonymously at her parent's graves.

The Cuckoos had promised him that they were keeping an eye on things.

Clark was currently running drills with the rest of the football team unaware that a pair of startling blue eyes that held immense power was watching him. The being was most impressed with Clark's skill and control.

When Clark exited the locker room after practice he froze at the sight of the tall muscled man with long blonde hair standing in front of him in a tight t-shirt and jeans. The expression on the man's face was… a cheeky grin.

"Thor?"

"Greetings young Clark."

"What are you doing here? I mean… you are Harry's Thor right?" Clark asked carefully.

"I am the one who soundly beat you at poker, young friend." Thor laughed as he slapped Clark heartily on the back.

Even with his super abilities, Clark definitely felt the slap.

"But why are you here? I didn't think you travelled between worlds."

"I have been known to traverse the corridors of space and time when occasion calls." Thor admitted as he and Clark walked out of the school. Both males attracted the eyes of many a young woman. "But Sif was eager to see her father and Scott and Jean's daughter offered to bring us."

"Oh… so you are just here for a family visit… no monsters and the like heading our way."

"You have fought monsters?" Thor asked eagerly. "What foul beasts do you have in this world and where might one go to slay them?"

"I… No! No beasts… that I know of. Just regular super powered humans." Clark said hastily. The last thing he needed was the God of Thunder rampaging through Smallville.

"A shame." Thor was clearly disappointed. "But it will be good to spar with the Valkyrie again, and you as well young warrior. I am eager to see how your training has progressed."

At this point they had reached the edge of the school grounds and Clark realised that he had no way of getting Thor back to the castle.

"Erm… did you bring a car?"

Thor just looked at him in amusement. "I am the God of Thunder, I have never needed a car."

"How did you get here then?"

"Rachel delivered me here first before she and Sif went in search of their parents."

"Oh… well, thank goodness." Clark muttered as he spotted Chloe's car still parked in on the grounds. "Follow me, my friend owns that car, hopefully she can give us a lift to the castle."

"How would you normally get home?" Thor asked.

"I run. Very fast."

"As fast as a god?" He asked curiously.

"I can out run Brunhilde. People can't really see me when I run because I am just a blur."

"Ah, a speedster. Make your own way home, Clark. I will provide my own transport." He said as he pulled out his Hammer from seemingly nowhere.

"You can teleport?"

"I can fly… after a fashion."

"Oh, but what if people see you?"

"I am a god Clark, people only see me if I want them to see me." He said as he began swinging his hammer.

Clark took a step back as a heavy wind blew up around them. He glanced around nervously but fortunately nobody seemed to be paying attention.

Suddenly Thor swung his hammer up allowing it to drag him with it.

Clark looked on fairly impressed. He took another glance around him to make sure no one was looking before he shot off into the air in pursuit.

Thor was fairly surprised to find Clark flying next to him. He didn't bother trying to speak at the high altitude and speed but he did give the boy a grin and a nod.

It wasn't long before they reached the castle and touched down at the front of the castle.

Clark knocked on the door and waited until a very confused Lorna opened it.

"Clark… why is he here?"

"Erm… he followed me home?"

"Actually, young Clark, you followed me home."

"And how exactly did you get here? Your abilities to travel between the worlds on your own are usually haphazard at best."

"Rachel Summers brought myself and Sif so that we could visit family."

Lorna turned back to Clark. "How much damage has he caused?" She asked.

"No physical damage but I did see a lot of girls staring at him."

Thor puffed up his chest proudly.

"Don't make me tell your wife, buddy!" Lorna poked him in the chest. "Now get in here." She grabbed his shirt and dragged him inside.

Clark sighed and followed. Then a hopeful smile crossed his face. Maybe he wouldn't have to suffer his training today.


Harry was reviewing some paperwork that needed to be filed with the local government regarding his medicine stocks in the school, all very important and all very boring. He smiled when a pair of hands covered his eyes.

"Guess-"

"Hello Sif, what brings you to this neck of the woods."

The hands were removed and Harry turned to see his longest surviving daughter pouting at him. "How did you know?"

"You, my beautiful little girl, are part of me. Not in the same way as with your mother but we have a small connection. I always know when you are close."

"Then how come you couldn't always find me when we played-" She stopped and scowled at his cheeky grin. "You let me win?!"

Harry pulled her onto his lap and she eagerly burrowed her face in his neck. "That's what parents do for their children. If we never let you win then you wouldn't understand why winning is so much fun."

"All my childhood memories crushed." She sighed dramatically.

"So, how did you get here?" Harry asked.

Before she could answer Emma Frost slammed the door open and stormed in, not a stitch of clothing on her.

"I didn't think this world was ready for casual nudity." Sif remarked.

"It is not." Emma ground out. "I assume you were brought here by Rachel Summers?"

"Ye- Oh!" She gasped as she realised what had happened. "I forgot she still holds a grudge against you."

"Even the Cuckoos and Dani are never this childish." Emma spat.

"Emma… why did she do that to you?" Harry asked. "I would have thought she would have gone to see Scott or Jean first."

"I was talking to Scott outside my office when he vanished along with my apparel in a column of fire."

"That would do it." Harry nodded. Even after all these millennia Rachel still held a grudge against Emma for trying to seduce Scott whilst her mother was still alive.

"Who else came with you?" He asked his daughter.

"Just my husband. He wanted to see how Clark was doing, he seems quite impressed with your new apprentice."

"You will be quite impressed by what your father has achieved." Emma smirked.

"You mean his acknowledgement by the Aspect of Love?" Sif smiled happily. "Aphrodite and Venus held a three day orgy to celebrate!"

"Uh huh… and how many people attended?" Harry asked.

"Mainly the Greeks." She admitted.

"Come on, let's go find Dani and Laura and head home." Harry said as he helped Sif off his lap. "Erm… Emma, your clothes?"

"My darling step-daughter has put some form of charm on me. I can no longer conjure my clothes. I am currently projecting a mental illusion of clothes."

"Well… I'll talk to her." Harry said as he examined her for the charm. "In the meantime I quite like the view."


The family reunions at the castle were a joyous time. Clark was roped into introducing his parents to the three latest dimensional travellers. Rachel was fairly subdued as Jean had laid into her for what she did to Emma. The other girls soon brought her out of it though.

They were settling down to a large meal when they were interrupted by a flash of fire that deposited a stunning ebony haired woman on the table with a gold and red bird on her shoulder.

Everyone was silent as the woman looked around until her eyes settled on Thor.

"You bastard! How could you come and see Uncle Harry without me?!" She hissed as she stomped along the table towards the now quickly backing away God of Thunder.

"Sweetie, kick his ass later." Harry called out. "Come and give me a hug instead."

The woman froze before snarling at Thor one last time before she literally vanished like a hologram before reappearing on Harry's lap, the bird flew to his shoulder.

"I miss you Uncle Harry." She sighed.

"I miss you too, Loki." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his goddaughter. "Missed me already, eh Fawkes?" He teased the bird.

"Martha, Jonathan, this is Loki, Thor's adopted sister and Harry's goddaughter." Brunhilde explained from her seat next to her daughter Sif. "The bird is Fawkes, he was with Harry when he grew up as a boy."

The bird gave a few squawks and chirps before leaping into the air and vanishing in a burst of flame.

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I swear he needs to get laid more." Her mother promptly swatted her on the head.

Martha frowned. "Forgive my ignorance, but wasn't Loki male in the legends?"

"Indeed." Thor agreed. "Due to poor choices of myself and my family and on Loki's part, he became completely reckless and caused untold destruction and chaos. But when Uncle Harry discovered what he had become and that she had stolen the body of my beloved Sif, he forced her to revert to a baby. Harry took a more active role in raising her along with Harry's soul mates."

Martha, Jonathan and Clark were just sitting there. It was evident from their expressions that they were having trouble processing this.

Loki just smirked. "This body was never male. It was originally my sister-in-law's. I did not have a 'sex change'." She said with air quotes.

"Just a body swap." Dani grinned.

"But why is your hair black and Sif's blonde?" Clark asked curiously. Genetics had always interested him since he was adopted, he was curious as to what his birth parents looked like.

"When I was originally a young man I cut off Sif's blonde hair. Our father, Odin, commissioned Dwarves to enchant the finest replacements."

"Where did your body come from?" Martha asked Sif.

"Daddy created it from DNA from the body Loki possesses. But that meant my hair was back to its true Asgardian Blonde." She said proudly. It had always been a sore point for her that Loki's actions as a man had meant she no longer looked like a true Aesir.

"Can I ask a personal question, Loki?" Clark asked nervously. He had already met her at the poker game but had refrained from questioning his fellow player's personal lives. But considering his parents were asking fairly personal questions, he figured it couldn't hurt.

"Of course handsome!" She smiled flirtatiously.

Clark blushed, especially as the other diners were smirking at him. "Do you remember being a man?"

Loki frowned thoughtfully. "I can remember the actions I took as a man. Uncle Harry revealed them to me over time, although they verbally told me of my misdeeds. But I don't, for example, remember what it is like to piss like a man, make love like a man. I much prefer being a woman and have no desire to experience the other side."

Clark just nodded. He had no desire to experience being a woman so he could understand Loki's preferences.

The meal continued with friendly banter and the exchange of recent events. Clark was ashamed when they brought up his actions.

"Clark, you cannot hold yourself accountable for what you did, you were not in your right mind." Loki scolded gently. "No one holds me responsible for my actions as a man, I am a completely different person from that monster."

"'Tis true." Thor nodded. "My brother caused me much pain and suffering but my sister is that bright spark in the House of Odin. All of Asgard smiles when she walks by because of the good she does and the happiness she brings."

"But all the Kryptonite did was release my inhibitions, some where deep inside me is a killer."

"For shame young Clark!" Sif scolded heatedly. "You mistake the acts of a murderer with those of a soldier. You may have hatred in your heart for those you killed, but tell me truthfully, why did you go to that village?"

Clark shrugged. "I wanted to protect them, make sure they weren't under threat."

"Those are the actions of a true warrior." Loki said mildly.

"Agreed." Thor nodded firmly. "I have killed many in my battles, often I swung my hammer in anger as fools and foes advanced on Asgard. But my purpose was always the same, the defence of my home and those I had sworn to protect, whether they be gods or mortals."

"Clark doesn't have the natural mentality of a warrior." Brunhilde explained. "He was not raised to bear arms against those who sought his family harm. He was taught the ways of the diplomat and the peacemaker."

"Oh dear. That would indeed be troublesome." Loki said sadly. "I trust you are fixing that?" She asked Harry pointedly.

"I am teaching him to be more of an Avenger than warrior. When war comes he will be able to stand and fight. But he will never seek to actively kill his opponents otherwise."

"An Avenger!" Thor beamed proudly. "Clark would make a fine Avenger! Why did you not raise this at the poker game? We could have inducted him."

Harry just chuckled. Even after all this time, having his brother turned into his baby sister, marrying his daughter Sif, Thor was still as impetuous as ever. "Clark is still training. He has made great strides and has taken steps to becoming this world's hero. Besides, we may not start the Avengers here. The locals might want to call it something else."

Thor just sighed wistfully. "Many days I still long to here the war cry of Captain America. He was truly the most noble of the Avengers."

The gods suddenly tensed as a new person appeared in the dining hall.

"Lady Aphrodite, welcome to my home." Harry said as he rose to greet his guest, Jonathan and Martha followed Clark's example and that of the other guests.

"My Lord Death." She bowed lightly. "My original purpose was to come and bring the greetings of Olympus to your guests, unfortunately I must also deliver a warning."

"That can't be good." Dani muttered, Amara jabbed her in the stomach with her elbow.

"I have observed your Lord Thor to be a good and honourable man." Aphrodite stated ignoring Dani and Amara. "Unfortunately the Thor of this world is a drunk, a womaniser and a lout." She scowled.

"He's coming here to challenge Thor?" Scott asked worriedly.

Aphrodite just nodded nervously.

"Any chance he can be reasoned with?" Jean queried.

"There is always a chance, I just do not believe it to be a good chance."

There was a loud thunderous bang as the castle shook.

"Sounds like he's here." Jean sighed as she stood with the others to go and investigate.

They walked calmly downstairs as the banging continued, when they reached the entrance hall Dani and Amara held the Kents back whilst Harry answered the door alone.

He swung the door open angrily, glaring at the blond haired god in mid swing with his hammer.

"Do you mind?" Harry demanded.

The native Thunderer lowered his weapon and sneered at Harry. "Out of the way mortal." He said shoving Harry roughly into the wall where he landed with a sickening crack.

"Harry!" Martha cried.

"Death, remember?" Amara whispered. "He'll be up in a minute."

"Yeah, then we will seriously kick this losers ass." Dani snarled quietly.

The native Thor spotted the visiting Thor. "You! Imposter! You dare to come to my domain and claim to be me?"

"No. I don't." Thor said calmly, but his face was a thunderstorm of anger at the treatment of his beloved godfather.

"Thor Odinson, you have made a grave mistake." Aphrodite scowled as she stepped between Thor and the others.

"Aphrodite? You would side with these interlopers? You would betray your own people?" Thor accused.

"My people welcome these travellers. As does your father. Perhaps if you spent less time in your cups and more time attending your duties you would know this."

"Silence woman! This is a matter between men and you have no place here." He snapped, he was not pleased that a woman was insulting him.

"Lady Aphrodite, I don't know if you have any fighting experience, but I offer my services to defend your honour." Sif growled.

"And I would stand as my daughter's second."

"Thank you, my ladies. But as we are all aware, Thor Odinson has committed a grievous error here. One that supersedes the attack on my honour."

Sif, Loki, Brunhilde and Thor all nodded in acknowledgement.

"What nonsense do you speak of?" The native Thor Odinson demanded.

"She refers to the fact that you have viciously attacked Lord Death, My Son." Came an angry voice.

Thor spun around to see his father standing there with the man who had opened the door.

"Father? Why are you here? This is matter between me and this imposter."

"I might have been able to accept that, were I a fool!" Odin hissed angrily. "But you attacked Death! Even you, my ignorant son, know the consequences for such an act."

"I have done no such thing!"

"This is Lord Death, you threw him into the wall not a minute ago and when you did so the gods of all pantheons took note. It was only by my begging that I was able to prevent them from coming here to kill you."

Thor was still living next to that river in Egypt at this point. "This cannot be Death! He is nothing but a weak mortal. I tossed him aside as though he were a child."

"I am beginning to understand why my counterpart from your previous world sentenced his Thor to experience life as a mortal." Odin muttered to Harry.

"No reason you still can't." Harry muttered back. Even his Thor had never been this bad and he had been a fairly arrogant brat.

"You truly seek to question the word of your own father? Odin the Wise?" Sif asked with disgust.

"Silence wench, when I am finished with the imposter I will claim you as my own." Thor snapped but finished with a lascivious leer.

"YOU DARE INSULT MY DAUGHTER!"

Jonathan, Martha and Clark couldn't help but back up at the sight of the huge black dragon that now filled the expanded entrance hall.

The native Thor also took a step back.

"I SHOULD RIP OUT YOUR SOUL AND DESTROY YOU FOR YOUR VERY ATTITUDE!"

"Husband, calm yourself." Brunhilde ordered calmly.

The clearly tense dragon with molten fire dripping from its nostrils and mouth leant back slightly.

"I tried to protect you, to speak on your behalf." Odin said sadly. "But now I can do nothing for you. You must suffer the consequences of your foolishness."

"I am Thor! The Mighty God of Thunder! No mere beast will defeat me!"

Harry reverted back to human form, a smirk on his face. "How about a boy? Could a boy defeat you?"

A distinct chill ran down Clark's back.

"What foolishness do you speak of?"

"I will make a deal with you foolish Thor. If you can defeat my apprentice in single combat I will leave the punishment for your insults and crimes against an Aspect to your father. If he defeats you, your fate will rest in my hands."

"Does he really think I can take on a god?" Clark asked worriedly.

"Clark, you can hold your own against me and I helped train our Thor." Brunhilde assured him.

"Is a fight really necessary?" Jonathon scowled.

Thor nodded solemnly. "This sad excuse for a Thunderer must be shown the error of his ways. And only a defeat, such as that of being bested in mortal combat by a child will be enough."

"Wait, 'mortal combat'? We have to kill each other?" Clark asked as he began to panic.

Dani just giggled. "What part of 'Harry is Death' do you keep having trouble with? He has no intention of letting either of you remain dead. He'll resurrect which ever of you dies and then handle the punishment of this so called 'Thor'."

The native Thor had come to a decision. "Very well, I accept your challenge. If I defeat your child-"

"Oh no, you get nothing but what has been promised." Harry interrupted him. "If neither your father or I administer your punishment then the other pantheons will have no choice but to eliminate you themselves. They are bound by ancient laws."

"I will defeat any who come to challenge me." Thor boasted.

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked over to the others where they were giving Clark tips.

"You are not stronger than Thor, but he has none of your speed and agility." Aphrodite assured him.

"Remember your training Clark." Brunhilde lectured. "Stay out of his reach, use your speed to avoid him and assault him when you can. Use his own attacks to stun him and follow up before backing off if you have to."

"You do not have the strength to truly harm my son." Odin said sadly. "But you have the skill and speed to humiliate him, and you must humiliate him."

Clark was shocked that this man wanted him to attack his own son.

"He has not the strength, but he shall have the ability." Thor declared. "He shall carry my hammer into this battle." He placed the massive war hammer on the floor and indicated for Clark to grasp it.

"Go ahead Clark." Harry said quietly. "Only the worthy may wield Mojlinar and you are worthy."

Clark looked to his parents who could only shrug helplessly from where they were being comforted and assured by Amara and Loki.

He took a deep breath and grasped the handle of the mighty weapon and was shocked when it lifted from the floor as though it weighed nothing.

"Mojlinar will aid you in this battle, my young friend." Thor said proudly. "I have but one request…"

Odin walked towards his own son with mixed feelings, he knew the young boy would fair valiantly regardless of the winner, but he was still being used for a purpose that he wished wasn't needed: the punishment of his own son.

"This is a sad day, my son." Odin said with disappointment. "Regardless of the outcome, you have already lost and you have brought dishonour to Asgard. I truly wish that the boy bests you as I do not believe I have the heart to punish you myself."

Thor looked like he had been slapped for a moment before his face hardened and he scowled at his father.

Odin walked to the middle of the entrance hall where Harry met him. They exchanged nods and Odin offered a slight bow and stepped aside for Harry to officiate.

"The rules are simple. You will fight until one of you yields or is defeated to the point of being incapacitated. Death is acceptable."

Harry closed his eyes and focused.

Jonathan and Martha gasped as they saw the entrance hall ripple and then vanish.

"Where are we?" Martha asked as she examined the barren wasteland.

"This is Harry's home universe. It's been dead for millions of years." Lorna said softly.

"It's the reason the Phoenix Council offered to move him away from here to our world." Jean added. "He spent millions of those years here alone, just existing… it was horrible."

"You may begin now." Harry declared.

The native Thor opened his mouth with a smirk to taunt Clark.

But Clark sighed before opening his mouth and bellowing loudly: "HAVE AT THEE!" Much to the others pleasure and amusement.

The visiting Thor was grinning wildly that Clark had fulfilled his request. Hercules would be so thrilled when he told this story.

The next thing the native Thor knew he was flying through the air at great speed having been hit in the head with the imposter's hammer. He had never even seen the boy move.

He never hit the ground as he was struck again and began sailing higher into the air.

"He fights well." Loki said with clear approval.

"Yes, and he has yet to attain his full powers." Harry smirked. He and the other castle residents were very proud of Clark's performance.

"He's going to get stronger?" Sif asked in shock.

"We won't ever really know for sure, but I believe he will be like Bruce, no true upper limit. He will be able to push himself and push himself."

"Perhaps next time we should invite Bruce to come." Rachel chuckled.

"Actually I was planning on taking Clark to him, but sure, that way might work better."

"At least our young warrior does not have the same issues as the Mighty Hulk." Thor said seriously as they watched the native Thor finally get a hit on Clark.

The two combatants faced each other on the ground.

Clark knew it wouldn't be smart to try another run like he had been as that one hit had rattled him and he wasn't sure if Thor would be able to block his attack if he was actually prepared for it.

"I had planned to offer you the chance to yield and I would make your end quick." Native Thor snarled. "But now I will make you beg for death."

Clark said nothing. One of Harry and Scott's major rules was never engage the enemies taunting… unless you needed to buy time for others to escape or get in position.

"Nothing to say whelp? Then I suppose you won't care if I remove your tongue!" Thor roared and charged at Clark.

Clark was relieved to see that although his opponent was fast he had nothing on his own super speed. He waited until the hammer was an inch from his head before he span out of the path and behind his enemy bring his own weapon down on the back of Thor's head.

Thor went flying into the ground bouncing and leaving huge dents in the dead ground.

Clark followed quickly and snatched the god's own hammer and held one in each hand. He then retreated back to his starting point.

Another of Harry and Scott's rules was to always fight where you are familiar if you can and on the field of your own choosing. Clark was familiar with this spot.

Meanwhile, native Thor had finally risen and was searching for his weapon.

"My son is truly a disgrace." Odin said in disgust as they watched the native Thor search frantically for his weapon.

"Clark hasn't really used his full arsenal yet." Laura frowned. "He's going to need to as he doesn't have the stamina yet to outlast a god."

"He might, you must consider that my son has spent his days in bars and beds. The only fights he now picks are with drunkards."

Native Thor had finally given up the search for his hammer and turned to face Clark. His face was one of shock and rage as he saw the boy holding both weapons.

"A foolish move boy." He declared with quiet malice. "For now no amount of begging will make me kill you quickly. Your death will be sung of in LEGENDS!" He roared as he raced towards Clark.

Clark braced himself; he had one opportunity to get this right. If he failed then it was possible that the god would not fall for the same ploy again. And Clark was getting tired.

As soon as Thor reached one hundred feet from him, Clark blurred forward and swung both hammers up and into Thor's torso sending the Thunder God flying into the air. Clark immediately took flight and held the hammers in front of him and smashed into the god sending him flying higher even faster. Clark slowed and followed; he made sure he was behind Thor and out of sight. As they reached the upper levels of what remained of the atmosphere Clark flew in and swung once more sending Thor into space.

Clark made one last pass; approaching him from the direction Thor was travelling in but only when his back was turned as he spun helplessly. He gave a solid smash that halted the movement away from the dead planet.

He backed off for a few moments before he nodded to himself and then flew back down to the planet and his friends and family.

He landed to the applause of the castle residents and Aphrodite. Harry and Odin looked at him with pride whilst Jonathan and Martha simply looked relieved.

"Well done Clark. Very well done." Harry said quietly with a proud smile.

Clark nodded gratefully to Harry before he turned to Odin. He slipped the visiting Thor's hammer strap over his wrist before he held the native Thor's in the palm of his hands and offered it to the King of Asgard with his head bowed. "Your son's hammer, My Lord."

Odin nodded and took the hammer. "You fought well, young warrior. You have earned a place in the city of Asgard and her armies. You conducted yourself with great honour. Return your weapon to its rightful owner, there is more to be done this day."

Clark nodded and moved to Thor. Once again he held the hammer in the palms of his hands. "Thank you My Lord, your hammer has won the day."

Thor just snorted. "You must learn to claim your victories, Clark. The hammer was but an instrument and you did play it well." He said as he retrieved the hammer allowing it to vanish to wherever he stored it when he wasn't in his armour.

Odin frowned curiously at the action before turning to Harry. "My Lord, by the terms of battle set by you, my son's punishment is in your hands."

Harry nodded. He had been a father many times and he knew what it was like to punish his own child. To play the bad guy. It was even worse when your child was clearly wrong and unrepentant.

"Anyone have any ideas?" Harry asked the assembled group.

"He is much like our Thor was in his youth." Brunhilde said. "Perhaps something similar to what his father punished him with?"

"He is much worse than our Thor!" Loki objected. "It is a good idea but I do not believe it will be sufficient for this lout." She spat.

"Perhaps the punishment that Uncle Harry bestowed on you, sister?" Thor questioned.

Loki sucked in a breath of shock. "Thor! He is the first-born son! We would be denying Lord Odin his heir." She scolded.

"No, good lady." Odin said quietly. "It would be a cutting blow, but I have another son. Baldur would make a fine heir. Long has he suffered in his brother's shadow and yet he is one of the best of us. This, your brother knew."

Loki looked at Thor not quite believing it.

"Who sits on the throne of Asgard even now as our father rests in the Odinsleep? Who has led our people when neither I nor my father were there?" Thor pointed out lightly to his sister. "For all that he is overlooked, Baldur has been at the forefront of the Aesir, guiding and protecting and simply serving as needed."

"I have nothing but praise for our brother, Thor. I just have reservations about taking such drastic actions against the Heir to Asgard's Throne. Father was distraught when he banished you to Midgard. What we are discussing is denying Lord Odin here his son."

Odin smiled at the way Loki defended others. It was a far cry from the Loki he knew.

"My Lady Loki, does your father love you any less for being a woman?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Were my son made a woman then I would be challenged to love him unreservedly, especially due to his crimes. But if his punishment were as yours, reborn or reincarnated, as a baby girl then I would be given the opportunity to correct my mistakes and enjoy the love of a father and child."

"I understand my Lord, and I thank you for your kind words." Loki said with a deep bow.

"You are a beautiful woman, my child. Your spirit and character bring much honour to Asgard." Odin declared. He then turned to the two mortals. "Jonathan Hiramson and your wife Martha. Your son fought well this day and has helped restore some of the honour of the city of Asgard and myself. But I would be curious to hear your thoughts on punishment for my wayward son."

Both of them quickly bowed but Martha was the one who spoke, not quite trusting her husband's impulsive and stubborn ways, no matter how noble and well intentioned.

"My Lord, we thank you for your kind words." Martha said, mimicking the speech patterns the others used. "But we are not worthy to comment on the affairs of the gods."

Odin smiled. "You show great respect in your speech, my child. But feel free to speak your own tongue, I will not infer offence where none is meant."

Martha frowned in confusion, not quite understanding what was being said.

"Lord Odin is saying that you don't need to imitate how the Asgard speak. Speak like a 20th century woman would." Amara smiled as she placed a reassuring hand on Martha's shoulder.

"The lady is correct. I will understand your intent and meaning. But still, your insight is requested still. You may have no authority amongst the gods, but great insight can come from the mouths of children, and so why should any less be expected from learned mortals?"

Martha looked at Amara warily.

"Speak truthfully, ignorance is not a crime, failure and unwillingness to correct ignorance is." She lectured lightly.

Martha nodded nervously but bowed slightly to Odin. "My Lord, the punishments that yourself and our friends are talking about… we have never heard of them. All that I can think of is what mortal punishments are available. Such as imprisonment and death. Or even community service."

"Community service?" Odin asked curiously.

"The criminal is forced to serve the community they harmed with their crimes until their sentence is complete. They do this under guard of the authorities." Jonathan answered. "But My Lord, is there no possibility of talking to him and giving him a second chance?"

A sad look fell upon Odin's face. "Alas, my son has been given many chances and has even suffered similar punishments you mentioned. All that is left is death or the suggestions of Lord Death and his kin. Besides, it would be wrong to deny my son Baldur the right to rule when he has proven himself time and again."

"Then the decision is made." Harry declared solemnly. "The Thor of your world shall be reborn as a woman, living her life as an infant. Her memories will be sealed but she will be raised with the full knowledge of her crimes as a man."

Harry vanished and returned instantaneously with a frozen and blue Thor.

"Thor Odinson, you have committed many crimes. The most unforgiveable of which is an attack on an Aspect. The ancient laws dictate that death is the only punishment." Harry said solemnly. "As Death, any punishment I administer will satisfy the law and prevent the fall of Ragnarok on Asgard and Midgard."

Thor tried to rise and face Harry but he was hampered by the effects of space on his untested body, unlike their own Thor who had travelled space and experienced it, the native Thor was not ready to defend himself from the frozen vacuum. "I-I-I d-d-do n-n-n-ot rec-c-cog-nise yyyyour rrrriiiight!"

"Hold your tongue foolish god." Harry spat. "You have no place to speak. What rights you recognise are of no consequence. They do not affect the final outcome.

"Your punishment is the destruction of your corporeal body. Your soul will be reduced to its spark and placed in the body of an infant female. Your father Odin shall raise you, as a princess of Asgard and you will be informed of your crimes as you grow in mental capacity. Your brother Baldur shall assume the throne of the Heir of Asgard."

"You lie!" He shouted, the cold slowly seeping from his body.

"Hold your tongue boy!" Odin snapped. "You merely add to your crimes with baseless accusations against the Aspect."

Thor turned to his father in shock. It seemed to dawn on him that this was not some test arranged by his father. "Father? You would stand by these worthless mortals?"

"It shames me that I, Odin the Wise, should father a child so lacking in mere common sense." Odin declared sadly.

Harry stepped forward and placed both hands on Thor's shoulders, the god tried to struggle but was helpless under the power of the Master of Magic.

Thor was horrified as an ethereal hand reached out from inside his captor's body and reached into his own. It became all too clear to the Thunderer that he had made a terrible mistake.

"Father! No! Save me!" He cried frantically.

Amara and Jonathan stood with Martha between them as the mortal woman wept at the horrifying sounds of a son begging for his father. Dani had an arm around Jonathan's shoulder as he tried to hold his composure.

"There's no shame in crying, Jonathan." She whispered. "No one here will think any less of you."

Clark meanwhile had fallen to his knees, the Cuckoos surrounding him as he cried pitifully. The sounds of fear coming from the fallen god brought back the horrors he witnessed that night in Africa. He suddenly realised what the little girl he saved had been crying and screaming as he saved her.

Harry slowly pulled the soul of the god from his body until the empty vessel collapsed lifeless on the barren floor.

Harry released the soul and it vanished from all but Harry's sight.

Harry turned to the body and it was consumed in magical fire. With no soul it had no power and no protection, it was nothing more than material.

When the body was less than ash seconds later, Harry held out his hands cupped and stared into them.

For a while nothing happened until Harry spoke up. "Martha, Jonathan, Clark, come, join Odin in watching the birth of his daughter."

The Cuckoos, Amara and Dani gently pushed the three mortals forward.

The four beings watched, transfixed by the sight in Harry's hands as from nothing a piece of pale white flesh formed that slowly grew and developed over a matter of seconds into that of a tiny newborn infant girl.

"It's not breathing!" Martha said beginning to panic.

"It has no soul." Harry said with a soft smile. "I have yet to give it one."

He turned and offered the lifeless infant to Odin who took it with a tears rolling down his cheeks.

Harry turned and placed a hand on the soul of Thor causing him to appear to the others. It was obvious that he was terrified.

"The end of your time has come. Hopefully your soul will be able to overcome your past and this beautiful girl will become something to be sung of in the Halls of Valhalla." Harry said.

The image of Thor began to try and back away shaking his head frantically. But Harry placed a hand in his chest and it began to lose form, shrinking rapidly until it became little more than a spark of light in the palm of his hand.

Harry carried the spark to Odin and the baby where he placed the spark over the child and they watched as it drifted slowly down into the child's chest.

"A new life has been created from an old life. But this soul is merely a spark and needs to mature before the child can awake. I will place the infant in stasis for nine months at which time we will witness the rebirth of Thor, Princess of Asgard."

Odin bent down and gently kissed the child's forehead. "Thank you my Lord." He said as he handed the child to Harry.

Harry smiled and took the baby that vanished from his hands almost instantly. "Take this time to mourn your son so that you can embrace your daughter with an open heart."

Odin nodded heavily before looking at the hammer that now hung from his wrist.

"This world… our world is now without a Thunderer." He said quietly yet clearly as he grasped the hammer by the shaft. "It seems wrong, for all my son's faults, he defended Asgard and his brethren without hesitation. Let it never be said that he was less than the Thunderer should have been in his duties. It was his personal life that was fraught with misdeeds. He failed as a man in the simplest of ways.

"The world needs a Thunder God. Like yourself, Lord Thor." He looked straight at Thor. He then turned back to Clark. "You have defeated the God of Thunder and to the victor go the spoils." He took a shocked Clark's hands and placed them around the shaft of the hammer and then placed his own around them. "To you, Clark Jonathanson, I grant the divinity of my son Thor. I entrust to you his estate in Asgard and his powers and duties and I do so knowing you will make your father and myself most proud."

Clark was further shocked when Odin leant forward and kissed him full on the lips. But Clark couldn't move as he felt power flow into him. It was nothing like when his eyes heated up or he flew. This felt like he was having a generator placed in his chest.

Odin released him and he fell to the floor with a searing headache. A quick glance told him that Jonathan and Martha would have protested greatly if not for Loki, Amara and Dani holding them back and quiet.

"Why would you do that?" Martha demanded tearfully as she was released and ran to her son. "He's too young to have more responsibility! Can't he just have a childhood?"

Odin went to try and answer but was surprised when Thor spoke up. "Martha, Clark can have any childhood we desire. Being made a god will have no affect on that."

"But all the work you make him do, I know you care for him but you put too much on him."

"We had a friend back in our home universe." Scott spoke up. "His uncle taught him one extremely valuable lesson that was his life's guiding motto. He taught it to his children but most importantly it became the core principle of all superheroes: With great power comes great responsibility.

"Clark has great power, his responsibility is to ensure that he doesn't hurt others. That is why we train him, we don't want him to accidentally burn someone like he did Lorna, or break their hand when he shakes it.

"Whatever other responsibilities he takes on will be his to choose."

"They are correct dear child. Though I have bestowed him all that was Thor's he need not act upon them. He may forever choose to ignore that he is the Thunderer. But he will need to be trained as he will always have access to Thor's powers."

"I will stay and train him myself." Thor pledged.

"Thank you." Odin acknowledged the offer. "Martha, know that although it seems that I have given Clark more troubles, what I have truly sought to give him is more aid. He is one of the Aesir now. When he calls, the Aesir will answer and we will follow him into battle."

"We thank you for your gift, My Lord." Loki said on behalf of the Kents.

But Odin just smiled. "Worry not, dear child. I understand their fear; it is their duty as parents. I have already promised not to infer offence where there is none and I cannot fault a parent for caring for their son." His face fell. "Not after what I have just lost."

Martha and Jonathan both shared a horrified look. Jonathan stepped forward and kneeled. "Forgive us my lord, we were foolish to ignore your own loss over our own worries." Martha joined him on her knees.

"No, rise my children. Know that here today we are each parents and that we will each seek to protect and teach our children."

"Odin, what did you do to Clark?" Harry asked abruptly. "I can see the power of a god but something is happening to his brain."

Odin smiled softly. "A gift from the god of Clark's people: Rao. He is proud of Clark and knew you were having trouble with his ship. Rao granted him the knowledge of his people's language through the divine gift."

"Oh thank god!" Laura groaned.

Everyone looked at her.

"It's been driving me and Hilde nuts! We have no point of reference for their language and nothing to translate. Maybe we can get somewhere now that Clark can read and speak the damned language." She explained.

"Harry, take us home." Phoebe ordered.

"We have somewhere we need to be tonight." Celeste added.

"Lana might be doing something reckless." Mindee sighed in exasperation.

Harry closed his eyes and focused and the castle materialised around them.

"Once more my Lord, I apologise for the actions of my son, and I thank you for the gift of my daughter." Odin bowed low before Harry. He then turned to Martha and Jonathan. "Remember, Clark will always have help from Asgard."

With that he vanished.

"This was a sad day and a happy day." Aphrodite commented as she moved away from the group. "But Lord Odin's love for his children will win the day. "If I might suggest, My Lord, this week might be a good time to visit the Devil's Triangle. It would be a useful trip that will allow Clark to acclimatise to his new status."

She leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips before vanishing.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat. Show me a room to crash in Mom." Rachel yawned.

"Come children, I will show you to the empty rooms." Brunhilde instructed.