AN: A lot of people are reviewing and sending messages about Harry's disproportionate power levels. This will be explained in a later chapter there is a reason behind it and if you notice his power seems to be growing as the story progresses.
As always I own nothing if I did I would be a very rich man. However that money belongs to Marvel and JK Rowling
Throughout the night Harry let his spirit leave his body using a trick taught to him by the spirit walkers in America. Through the combined power of his magic and his mind, he was able to allow his spirit to leave his body while his physical-self rested and his spiritual-self could continue work he had to do.
Moving towards what was left of the Bifrost, Harry studied it and found an immense magical power coming from it, which he expected. What he wasn't expecting though, was the extremely different levels of dark and light magic coming from within the bridge. One second it would be bathed in darkness, while the next it would have enough light magic to extinguish all of the darkness in the universe.
Intrigued, Harry studied as much of it as he could in an effort to come up with a rough plan for repairing the bridge. Arising the next morning, Harry knew he had to find a way to channel the magic necessary to repair the bridge. While he knew the spells and rune work to make the bridge whole again, he faced three major challenges. The first and biggest challenge he had to face was finding a way to channel the level of magical power required to rebuild the bridge. The second challenge was finding a way to channel the level of both dark and light magic at the same time without causing an imbalance in the bridge. The third challenge was the transportation room. While he could create a new bridge, he was unsure if he would be able to recreate the magical miracle that was that room.
After completing his morning meditation, he filed away all the information he had obtained on the bridge, and he rose and dressed for the day. Stepping into the hallway, Harry asked the servant stationed outside the door to show him to the dining area for breakfast. Harry followed him into the dining hall and stepped inside, finding Thor already seated at one of the many tables.
Walking over and taking a seat across from him, Harry started filling his plate with some of the assorted food around him. "So, big guy. What has you down?" Harry inquired between bites of food.
When Thor finally looked up and saw Harry sitting there, he studied him for a moment before responding. "During my time on Midgard, I met a woman, Jane Foster. I had become quite smitten with her and now with the Bifrost destroyed, my chances of seeing her again are gone." Thor looked down at his plate again, pushing the food around with his fork before continuing. "I went to see Heimdall this morn and asked him about her. He is able to see her. He ensures me she is doing well and he will keep an eye on her, but still she is lost to me."
Harry stared at Thor unsure what to say. He didn't want to make any mention of possibly being able to repair the Bifrost until he was sure he would be able to pull it off. Finally, Harry found his voice. "Thor, you are in Asgard, home to some of the brightest minds in all the nine realms. With enough hard work, anything is possible and I am sure soon enough your father and his men will find a way to repair the bridge."
Thor nodded looking up. "You are right, Seidr. I must remain positive that one day soon, Jane and I will reunite." Thor nodded and finished his breakfast before standing up. "I am going for my morning run. Care to join me, Seidr?"
Harry nodded, finishing his own food. "Yes, but no more of the 'Seidr' business. It's Harry. We're friends Thor and as a friend, you should refer to me by name." At Thor's nod, Harry stood up and waved his hand transfiguring his clothes into work-out apparel.
Bowing out after the 10th mile, Harry returned to his room where he took a shower before having a servant show him to the library. Perusing the library, he pulled out some books on runes and runic diagrams before situating himself at a table and reading through the books. He pulled a notebook and pen out of the moleskin pouch he kept around his neck and proceeded to take notes on the different runes that could be of use to him as well as consulting the runic diagram books as he attempted to design his own diagram.
Eventually losing track of time, Harry was broken from his research by a servant letting him know that it was almost dinner time. Closing the books and returning his notebook to his pouch, he stood up and proceeded to the dining hall finding Thor, Odin, and Freya all seated waiting for him.
"Ah Harry there you are I was wondering where you had disappeared to after our run this morning." Thor gestured to the open chair beside him.
"I found my way to library and was looking into Asgardian magic. I lost track of time! There is so much in there in terms of magic that I never even thought of!"
Freya laughed. "I know how you feel, Seidr. I remember when I first started learning magic. Even now, I still discover things about magic that before I never thought to be possible."
Harry nodded. "I remember learning about magic when I first turned 11. It was as if a whole new world had been opened up to me, learning I could do all these new things with just a thought and a wave of my wand."
"You have a wand? The few times I have seen you use magic, it has been with a wave of your hand or just a thought. I haven't seen you use anything resembling a wand." Thor pointed out, seemingly genuinely confused by this.
"It has been several years since I have needed or used a wand. When I first started learning, it was with a wand. In fact, most of my people use wands. It was only after years of traveling and another several years of practice that I managed to become as good at wandless magic as I am." Nodding, Freya seemed the most intrigued.
"So tell me, Seidr. How does your magic differ from that of Asgardian?"
"Asgardian magic seems to be based on two major things, battle and healing. Whereas my magic is more robust, able to do a lot more. As Thor saw this morning, my magic can transform," waving his hand over his now empty plate, he turned it into a bird. "It can also be used to enchant," waving his hand again he turned the bird back into a plate before enchanting his silverware to dance across the table, waving his hand again to make it stop. "However, it is also possible to cause great amounts of destruction… the same as Asgardian magic. Unlike it, however, my magic is able to rip someone's very soul from their body with just two syllables."
Looking to his hosts, Harry remarked, "if you don't mind, I am going to retire for the evening." Odin nodded. Harry stood up and left the dining hall, heading towards his room.
Entering his room, Harry sat down upon his bed, crossed his legs, and entered a meditative state. Throughout the day, he had been feeling some form of magic "calling" out to him and he was determined to locate it. Letting his magic pulse out, he attempted to follow the "call" back to its source. However, something appeared to be blocking him from reaching the source. Making several more attempts, every time he got almost to the source he was blocked off from reaching it. Harry decided he would try again tomorrow. For now, he would sleep.
Over the following weeks Harry continued the same pattern; he would get up in the morning, meet Thor for breakfast and join him on a run, which he had been getting progressively better at not only keeping up with him, but also able to go further and further with each passing day. After the run, he would take a shower and then abscond to the library working on his research project to repair the Bifrost. Ending the day having dinner with Odin, Freya and Thor.
It was a month after his arrival in Asgard that his routine differed. He had just finished dressing following his post-run shower, when there was a knock on the door. Walking over, he opened the door on the other side was one of the many servants who tended to the castle. "Lord Odin has requested your presence in the throne room."
Harry walked down the Hall wondering what it was that Odin wanted. Arriving in the room he saw Thor and Freya already there, "you sent for me All-Father?"
Odin nodded "I have spent much time considering it, but I have come up with a punishment for Loki and I would like you to be present as I tell him his sentencing." Harry nodded and Odin motioned for the guards to bring Loki in. The guards brought him in, placing him on his knees in front of throne. Odin studied him for a second before starting.
"Loki Laufeyson, you have brought dishonor on Asgard. I brought you in and raised you as my own. When your father cast you out, I raised you as a prince alongside my son and you treat that kindness by betraying us. You bring us to the brink of war with the Frost Giants. When your plan began to go downhill, you sent the Destroyer to Midgard and allowed it free reign causing untold damage. The only thing preventing death was the work of your brother and the Seidr. Then you turned the Bifrost on Jotunheimr, leaving it opened, knowing full well that it would destroy the realm and the Frost Giants who call it home. Do you have anything to say in response to this?" Odin paused giving Loki time to answer.
Loki looked up upon Odin. "I did it for your attention. You had no intention of allowing me to sit upon Asgard's throne. I did it to show you that I was powerful beyond the hammer-wielding-bastard that you call a son. My plan would have worked were it not for the appearance of the blasted Seidr! The only thing I regret is not being able to take out that blasted realm and those damned Frost Giants."
Odin nodded. "as you clearly show no remorse for your actions, it is with a heavy heart that I deliver your punishment…" Standing up, Odin walked towards Loki. Approaching him, he held out his hand. "I strip from you your power. I take away your title as God of Mischief and of Magic…" As he spoke, light flew from Loki, appearing in a swirling orb like form in his hand. "I banish you from these sacred halls, doomed to walk Asgard lacking in power and in title, never to step foot in this palace ever again."
Odin waved his hand and the guards picked up Loki and dragged from him the room. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS, ODIN! I SWEAR YOU HAVENT SEEN THE LAST OF ME I SWEAR IT!" Loki yelled out as the door closed behind him.
Harry stood astounded at what he had just witnessed. Looking over to Odin, "What do you intend to do with that?" Harry inquire pointing towards the sphere of Loki's power that Odin was currently holding within his hand.
"I am going to store it in my vault. It is my hope that with time and contemplation, Loki will learn the errors of his ways and prove himself worthy once more of his power. Until that time, I shall keep it locked away."
Harry had tuned out after he had mentioned the vault. Could that be where the source of the magic reaching out to him was? "What is this vault All-father?"
Odin turned to face Harry. "It is the weapons vault of Asgard. It is where we keep the unclaimed weapons for the royal family, however we also store more than that."
Odin paused as he seemed to consider, however, before he could continue Thor spoke up. "More, father? What do you mean? I thought I had seen all of the vault?"
Odin looked to his son. "There is something that I have kept from you, my son. A secret I kept until I thought you ready and it is time you knew. Follow me, the both of you." Odin gestured towards Harry and Thor leading them towards the vault.
Odin paused at the door of the vault. "Let me deposit this and then I will show you." Odin walked in and deposited the sphere of Loki's power, before approaching the pair. Turning, Odin touched a rune just inside the door and allowed some magic to flow into it. The room seemed to shimmer for a second before the floor faded away revealing the steps went down further.
Thor and Harry stared dumbfounded. Thor managed to find his voice first. "Father, what is this?"
Odin led them down, stopping at the first sub-level to the vault. "When a pantheon of Gods die, their power is dispersed back into the beyond until such a time as they are able to reform. Only if they get enough believers, which unfortunately is a very hard thing to do. When they die off, however, their weapons remain. These weapons are then collected by one of the remaining pantheons to be safe-guarded until the weapons select a new wielder or the original wielder returns."
"What do you mean? They select a new wielder?" Harry had heard of enchanted objects and sure, the sorting had seemed to display some level of intelligence, but it was more based around a pre-determined set of variables.
Odin turned around facing Harry and Thor. "You remember on Midgard, I had enchanted Mjolnir?" At Harry's nod, Odin continued. "Gods give off high levels of ambient magic. Our weapons absorb this and over time develop a bit of intelligence. To prevent others from being able to use our weapons while we are alive, this intelligence binds to us. However, upon our death, the intelligence begins seeking out another with the same power ideals as the original owner."
"But, Father… I am confused. Why are they all here?" Thor was walking down the stairs. Each level seemed to have a different scheme representing the region the Pantheon was from. They reached the bottom floor. It looked quite a bit like Egypt. Stepping onto the floor, the magic called to Harry, much stronger than before.
"We are the last standing Pantheon, my son. The others have all faded away, their power returning to the cycle. It is something we all go through. In time, it will be our turn to return to the Great Beyond in which we came from."
Harry heard none of what was being said. He instead approached a staff that looked to be made of a silver and black metal. Looking down at the placard next to it Harry read,
The Staff Of Osiris
He who bears this Staff shall gain a boost to their power
He who bears this Staff will be able to wield powers of the Darkest of Magics
He who bears this Staff will be able to wield powers of the Purest of Magics
He who bears this Staff shall possess the powers of Osiris
Looking back to the staff, Harry approached it vaguely hearing Thor and Odin in the background calling out, "Seidr, Harry, what are you doing?" To Harry their voices were a million miles away. Reaching out, Harry grasped the Staff in his hands. As his hand touched the staff his magic burst forth in a bright blinding light bonding with the magic in the Staff as it did so a Scarab formed on each end in the middle of each was a Black gemstone on the top and white gemstone on the bottom. As his magic and the magic of the Staff completed the bonding there was a pulse of magic that emanated outward from Harry and spread across the nine-realms.
Finally, the light died down and Harry stood there holding the Staff, unharmed and looking stronger than he ever had before. Odin regained his voice. "It appears The Staff of The Egyptian Death God has selected a new wielder." Walking over, he studied the staff. "It is made of Obsidian and Uru. My grandfather, Buri was a friend to the Egyptian Pantheon, particularly Osiris and gave him some material to forge his staff. The gemstones are Onyx and Moonstone; each one is capable of channeling the darkest and purest magics respectively. Treat it well, Seidr and it will be a fine companion in battle."
Harry looked over what was apparently his new staff and nodded slightly. His thoughts were running through his mind on how this might be what he needs to bring his plan together to rebuild the Bifrost. Turning to Thor, Harry had one comment. "I think we should have a rematch."
Death appeared in the realm of her sister. "Did you know he was going to get that Staff?" She appeared more frenzied then she normally did as she ran towards her sisters Tapestry.
Fate shook her head. "No! Ever since he arrived, the Tapestry I wove with the events of the timeline with him in it has been wrong at every turn. Someone is changing things at a scale that even I cannot keep up with and I don't particularly care for it." Fate walked over and opened a door showing a room with hundreds of Tapestries in it. "I have woven thousands of Tapestries, but each time I think I know the events as they will happen, something like this occurs instead." Fate gestured to the viewing globe which was paused on Harry holding the Staff of Osiris.
Death looked over at her sister who still looked frenzied. Of all the Pantheons of Gods that had existed, the Egyptian Pantheon had been the strongest and now there was no telling how the Tapestry would change. "Of all the possible weapons he could have gotten in that vault, it had to be that Staff." Death grumbled as she walked over looking at the viewing globe of Harry holding the Staff.
Fate looked over at her sister. "What do you mean? What difference would it make what weapon he gained? Him having the weapon of any God is major change in our plans."
Death looked over. "I never told you that did I…" Death laughed as she looked back over her actions millennia ago. "As you know, the Egyptian Pantheon was the first Pantheon of Gods to exist naturally. There was more power in the beyond at the time, making them stronger than any Pantheon that came after them." Death paused collecting her thoughts. "Osiris was the avatar of death within the Egyptian Pantheon, however he was also the first avatar of my dominion, in my foolishness I gave him to much of my power… power which now resides within that staff." Death turned back towards the viewing globe. "Over his existence, Osiris poured more of his power into his weapon than any other God ever did, so by taking that weapon, Harry is now not only the Master of Death, thanks to my Hallows, but now he has the powers of the strongest death avatar flowing through him." Death shook her head mumbling something under her breath before vanishing from her sister's realm.
Fate took one last look at the viewing globe before wheeling yet another obsolete tapestry into her side closet, "I'm running out of room in here. I am going to have to hold a bonfire or something at this rate." Walking over Fate sat at her loom shaking her head, "time to start once again."
The figure watched the scene play out in front of her for the hundredth time, watching Harry and Thor defeat the Destroyer, saving New Mexico before turning around and going to Asgard and stopping Loki. "The more of his power I give back to him, the more he amazes me. Strong enough to wipe out everyone on the planet twice over and still have power to spare yet he uses his power to defend the defenseless." Pausing, the figure considered for a second. "I am not ready, however, to give him his full power back yet."
Turning around the figure stepped briefly into the light. If anyone was around, they would have seen a woman in a green dress with a belt and bracelets that seemed to be made of floating stone. Gasping as she felt a wave of magic pass through her. "Crap, I don't think I will be able to bind his magic anymore." The figure muttered before turning and teleporting out from the room she had someone to see.