A/N – Spoiling you too much, but I am bored a bit and want to forget about the school so I write a lot. Rating will be increased to M because of certain factors that will appear in the next couple of chapters.

Rahne looked around the room she was given on Asgard and quietly whistled as she noticed how richly it was decorated. She picked up a goblet and she could see that it was forged by hand from gold or something very similar to it. She was used to a high quality things from living at the Institute or on the Muir Island, but this was on a different level. It was on a level she never imagined was possible and she was thoroughly aware that those weren't the best quarters she could have been given. She walked to the bed and sat down on it, she could feel it bend under her and she smiled as she felt how soft it was.

For a moment her gaze flickered towards the floor to ceiling windows through which was pouring soft, golden light. As she looked around she couldn't tell that she was on an alien world, it was so similar to Earth that it was hard to believe. Yet it was true. It was so strange that almost impossible to believe, yet here she was, on an alien world as a guest of its royal family.

She pushed those thoughts away and decided to get out of the room, she would have more than enough time at night to explore it. Now she was more curious about the whole Citadel. As she walked onto the hallway she could see high, graceful columns support it and tapestries covering the walls.

She smiled when she saw Freki trot to her. He was one of the creatures she frankly understood the best and sitting down on the floor she stroked it's fur. It whined softly as her fingers swept through its fur.

"You have a better reaction to him than I had when I saw him for the first time," someone said and when she looked up. She saw a tallish girl with pitch black hair tied into a practical ponytail, golden eyes and tan skin, yet there was something alien to her. Rahne's eyes mindlessly noticed a pair of daggers on her belt and muscles that were the effect of training.

"Who are you?"

"Atalanta, Harald's cousin," she said introduced herself.

Rahne nodded as she remembered Harry mention her. "He mentioned you a couple of times, I'm Rahne Sinclair."

"A pleasure to meet you," Atalanta smiled. "You didn't figure out yet where is his room in the Citadel?"

"I was going to, but this furrball appeared out of nowhere." Rahne said as she petted Freki. She decided that enough was enough and stood up, he could pester someone else and she was curious where Harry lived in this place.

"They are his pets so they tend to roam this place," Atalanta said as they walked through the corridors, Freki following them. "Normally one of them is with Harald."

"I've noticed it," Rahne said as her eyes kept scanning the walls, she could see pieces of art that she had troubles believing could be placed like just that. "How can you navigate this whole maze?"

"A lot of experience and luck," Atalanta said with a smile. "After a couple of days you tend to learn it, it's not that hard and Harald's room is straight ahead."

"Harry mentioned that you are also a ward of his grandfather," Rahne said and could see a flicker of discomfort across Atalanta face. "You don't need to tell if you don't want to."

Atalanta sighed and looked at Rahne. "I am, my grandmother isn't the most loving member of my family and because of my father she tried to kill me a couple of times. Here she doesn't have any power. Or at least any real power."

"It must be terrible to be away from the family."

"It is and isn't," Atalanta said and Rahne looked at her. "My dad often stays here for a long time and my mom is also staying here from time to time. And Harald's family is in a way my own."

"After all you are cousins," Rahne smiled as doors in front of them opened and they entered the part of the Citadel where Harry was staying. She stopped in her tracks when she looked around. If she thought that her room was lavishly decorated, this was a completely other world. It was more richly decorated the her own room and it was much, much bigger.

"Don't gape like a fish out of the water," Harry chuckled walking to them. "There are few places more obnoxiously rich than this. I might or might not show them to you once everybody gets here."

"How obnoxiously rich it can get?"

"Very," Atalanta said, some distaste in her voice. "We are used to wealth, but those chambers look like a show of power and wealth."

"Because they are them," Harry grinned. "Banquet Hall being the best example of it, my great-grandfather was bored and didn't know what to do with all of the money he had collected."

"Yes," Atalanta said and closed her eyes for a moment. "Your friends are coming here."

"Thank you," Harry smiled. "Once everybody is here I will show you a couple of things around the Citadel."

Rahne nodded and took a better look at Atalanta, she seemed like a nice enough person to be with and more importantly she seemed to be honest in what she was doing and why.

o-0-o

Deadpool looked at Maria Hill for a moment and later his gaze swept over the agents that stood behind her. Heavy weapons in hands, subtle warning that he should behave or well, he ends up dead.

"So, you want me to get right into Lubyanka, find Black Widow, get her out and safely deliver to the meeting point."

"Yes," Maria Hill said. "The moment we have her in our hands, we will pay you."

"How much?"

"Four million."

"Eight."

"Six."

"For six millions I won't get there, seven or you need to find someone else to do this fucking job."

"Fine," Maria said. "Just get her out of there."

He nodded as his mind started to work, preparing a plan that would work and get him there as easily and as quickly as possible. It was going to be risky, but also fucking exciting and the best offer he had in a long time.

o-0-o

Harry looked at his friends and saw them curious of where they were going to. He had all the time he wished to use and nobody would limit it for him.

"So where are we going?" Warren asked.

"The Vault, Armory, Hall of Heroes, Throne Room and several other places," Harry said. "They are the best and the most interesting places, in Vault you should recognize a lot of things."

"Such as?" Bobby asked.

"You will see," Harry said as he navigated the maze of corridors. "A lot of them are things that will surprise you."

"You won't budge?" Warren asked.

"No," Harry laughed and Warren fell silent. After several more minutes of walking they finally arrived in front of massive doors covered in triskelions. "Here we are, just do not touch things placed inside of it. They are a bit dangerous and can kill, or at least some of them."

They nodded and as he placed his hand on the wall to the side of the massive doors there could be heard clicking of locks as they disengaged and doors slowly opened. Revealing a long rectangular chamber with hundreds of pedestals placed along the walk that was in the middle. There were hundreds of oddities and treasures placed on them, some of them strange and some of them quite plain.

"How did they end here?" Jean asked, looking at the priceless trophies placed in the room.

"The same way most of monarchies on Earth gathered their riches," Harry chuckled. "War, loot, conquest and gifts."

"There's a lot of them," Piotr noticed. "And you are saying that all of them were gained through wars and gifts."

"Yup," Harry smiled as he walked to a large blue cube at the end of the hall. "This should be familiar to you, after all my uncle made it quite famous."

"The Tesseract?" Warren asked.

"Yes," Harry said and looked at them. "One of the six singularities that were created at the beginning of the universe, each represents one of six things that define the universe – Time, Space, Reality, Power, Mind and Soul. They are called Infinity Stones."

"And they are pretty dangerous?" Jean asked.

"Exactly, the Tesseract or the Cosmic Cube is housing to Space Stone. It allows its power to be safely used or more safely than in its raw form."

"It looks small," Piotr noticed.

"The size doesn't really matter," Atalanta said as she walked forward. "This could annihilate Midgard if it was used improperly."

Harry saw them pale and he looked towards other artifacts. "Don't brood about this, it is safely locked away and nobody will use. While there are more things that you should like."

"Sure, it's just a bit terrifying," Warren said

"As most of things placed inside of here is," Harry said. "But there are some things that are placed here mostly for their looks and how expensive they are."

"So what this gauntlet is doing here?" Warren asking as he pointed at a large golden gauntlet placed on one of pedestals.

Harry's eyes flashed to the pedestal. "That's an Infinity Gauntlet , device that can house all of the Gems," he said and looked around. "Let's go to the Armory, there are more enjoyable things to watch than dusty trophies."

"I like your approach," Danielle said with a smile. "While I appreciate trophies and more sophisticated culture, bows and knives are also nice, maybe nicer."

"Good taste," Atalanta said. "I think that you will enjoy training with Sif a lot."

"Sif as in the Goddess of War?" Illyana asked.

"The same one," Harry said as he led them out of the Vault and towards the Armoury. It took him a moment to remember where exactly it was located, or at least where was the one where were stored all of the fanciest weapons.

o-0-o

"Where are the aurors?" Fudge demanded, glaring at Amelia Bones.

"You were the one that ordered them to go there, I only assigned ones that I thought would achieve the task," she said, her voice even and without any emotions. "So I don't know what had happened to them."

"And the Boy-Who-Lived?"

She poured herself firewhiskey and sipped some of it before she was able to look at Fudge. "According to my latest report he was in the USA in an undisclosed location. He is an important person, but you won't force him to come to the country."

"He needs to be found, I don't care how, but he needs to be."

"You have our foreign relations under your personal supervision, not mine, so use them and get him found," she said, trying to sound civil as she tried not to explode at this bumbling idiot in front of her.

"Did you-"

"Yes, get something finally done," she finally snarled, pointed her wand at Fudge and before he could say anything else, she sent him flying out of her office. "My career here is done," she said to herself as she summoned and shrieked hundreds of papers and letters. She would need them in her new place of work. She opened the drawer placed in her desk and pulled out a thin envelope.

She broke the seal of the Ministry placed on it and revealed another one, this one of Her Majesty. Tapping it with her wand she was gone from the Ministry, only to appear not far away from her former place of work.

She looked around and she saw that she was standing in the lobby of a modern, non-magical designed building with glass being everywhere. She heard someone's footsteps and when she looked in their direction she saw the cloaked form of Director Wisdom.

"Director Bones," he said, his voice courteous and warm. "Your presence here is a thing that I wasn't able to predict."

"Director Wisdom, I assure you that if not for my hand being forced, I wouldn't come to you," she said. "Minister Fudge has decided that he has no need for my services, so I decided to leave the boat, before it sinks to the bottom."

"Well, that's a chain of event that is a godsend for me," Wisdom said. "Would you consider working for me?"

She smiled, her smile feral and predatory. "I have a score to settle with a lot of people, so I will work with anybody that will help me with it."

"I will take it as yes," Wisdom said and motioned for her to follow. "We will discuss it in depth in my office."

o-0-o

"Why do I have a feeling that everything that is here is a piece of art as well as a piece of weaponry?" Danielle asked as she picked up a pair of beautifully forged hunting knives with long, wicked blades and grips made out of a piece of horn. She twirled them in her hand, perfect balance and even with all of the fancy materials, they are still good, she thought.

"Because that's a true statement," Harry said, she could tell that he enjoyed being here, between shelves and racks full of weapons and armor. Some of them bizarre, but most of them practical, yet extremely beautiful. She could see some of them encrusted with gems so big that she had troubles believing that they were real. "They are gifts from various rulers and vassals of my grandfather, usually when they have hoped of reaching a better agreement." He saw her holding the knives. "You can keep them, not many use hunting knives and I think that you will like them." She nodded, slid them into their scabbards and picked up.

"Typical approach to negotiations," Warren chuckled. "You give a fancy gift so that the other side is impressed by your wealth and taste."

"Yes," Harry said, she could see some amusement in his voice. "Though a lot of them is also a way to say thank you for saving some realm or planet."

"So all of this are just gifts and fancy weapons that were made for your family?" Rahne finally asked.

"Yes." Harry indicated weapons laying around. "If you like something, you can take it. There are so many of them that nobody will care if some of them are gone. Also they are made to be used, not to collect dust on the shelves and do nothing."

"So nobody will care if I take those daggers?" Danielle asked.

"Not in the least," he laughed loudly. "You will use them most likely better than anybody else, we do not use a lot of hunting knives. We generally use saxe." He slid his knife out of its scabbard and showed it. Danielle took a look at it and she could see a wide and heavy blade, good for using it as a tool, but also as a deadly weapon. "It's heavy and similar to a sword, but shorter."

"One good hit and the fight is over," she said quietly and saw him nod.

"Anyways," he said, slipping saxe knife into its scabbard. "For today I think that this is all as the Throne Room and the Hall of Heroes are large and it will take me a lot to explain what they exactly are and why they are so important."

"So what now?" Bobby asked.

"Do whatever you want," Harry said with a grin. "I'm going to have some fun with my friends, you can watch if you want."

o-0-o

Loki looked at the report and sighed. "Wizards are such fools, one of their task forces got caught by SHIELD and now they want to track down Harry."

"It was you who taught them stubbornness," Odin said as they sat in his study. Away from prying eyes and with a lot of peace.

"Father, can you not mention those times?" Loki asked as he poured himself a goblet of wine. "I think that when it will be a time for Harry to come to Hogwarts it might not be a bad idea to take some precautions. So that they stay obedient and do not do anything stupid." Loki winced and sipped some wine, enjoying its bitter taste. "They shouldn't do it as they have a fine example of survival instinct, but they sometimes are huge fools. Fools that don't know when to stop and the last one that could control more foolhardy one was removed from power."

"Which means that someone might need to remove them," Odin said, his voice cold and lacking any of its normal warmth.

"Brute force is a nice approach, but, father, did you forget about the best approach? Scare them so much that they will be unable to think."

"Are you suggesting a campaign of terror?"

"That's too crude," Loki said and Odin arched an eyebrow. "I suggest that we simply build up the tensions, slowly at first and campaign of terror is too crude. We need to work slower, murder here, rumors there and suggestion of what can make it stop."

Odin was silent for a moment and Loki could see gears inside of his father's head spin. "Remove only the crucial targets that are posing real danger and no collateral casualties."

"It can be done, I will speak with Hrimhari about his Rangers doing the killings. They are much better at assassinations than I am." Loki said and looked at his father. "I have a list of potential targets and I will give them to Heimdall to locate and keep track of."

"Very well," Odin said. "Our involvement must remain secret until the time is right, humans are advancing quickly, but they are not ready to learn."

"Of course, father." Loki nodded and made a note to inform Fury that the murders and weird things were something more than just something strange. "It will be done as you wish it to be done."

Odin didn't say a word, instead nodded. "I guess that you have almost some other measures planned for them if they do not behave?"

"Yes," Loki said with a sly smile. "Wards, they always managed to keep unruly nobles in line. Love is our greatest strength, yet it is our greatest weakness."

Odin's face turned to stone for a moment and Loki gulped in fear. He only saw this look a couple of times and it was more than enough for him. "We are not going to use it unless we have a good reason for it. I won't be making children responsible for their parents actions."

"Of course, father, it will be done as you wish." Loki said, finishing his wine he stood up. "May I leave you as plans need to be put into motion?"

Odin waved his hand and Loki walked out of the chamber. He needed to plan for the things to come and they weren't easy. If it was up to him the wizards would be begging for a truce in a week time, but than most of the UK would be a smoldering ruin.

o-0-o

"They are that good?" Danielle asked as she, Rahne, Jean and Atalanta stood on the balcony overlooking training grounds below where Harry and Ulf were wrestling or sparring in hand to hand combat. Their upper bodies were bare and gleaming from all the sweat. She could see beneath the skin thick, hard muscles that were the effect of hundreds of hours spent on training and it almost made her drool.

"Yes," Atalanta said. "They are that good, watching them can be amusing. And I can see point in my mother words that watching two handsome boys wrestling is interesting and enjoyable."

Danielle chuckled softly and looked at Atalanta. "Are they the cream of the crop?"

"Yes. According to rumors and gossips they are one of the best of their generation," she said, I knew that he always looked good, but than I was not paying too much attention to it, now he looks even better, she thought and shook her head, sending those thoughts away and

"I can see that," Rahne said. "I saw him fight one person and he showed that he is good." She shuffled her feet uncomfortably, tinges of red appearing on her cheeks. "And he easily slammed me into the ground and knocked out before I had a chance to react."

"Yes, he is that good." Atalanta focused on the duel, she winced lightly when she saw Ulf's fist hit Harry straight in his gut, but she knew that he would be fine and it only annoyed him. "And stubborn," she said as Harry got up from the ground.

"He shares that trait with his cousin," Jean said. "I sometimes wonder which one of them is worse to get convinced."

"I would say that he is more stubborn out of the two."

"Yeah, I think so," Rahne said. "Warren is more reasonable and easier to talk with, but than he is also the older one."

"And with age you are supposed to gain wisdom," Atalanta finished with a smile. "But I don't think that it will work with Harry."

"We will see," Jean said and Atalanta glanced at her.

She is something more than just a human, Atalanta thought, she is extremely powerful even if she hides it and she knows how to control her powers, too well for the age. Aunt said that this level of control takes decades of training and experience, yet she is able to control her powers so well at this age. She shook her head. "Now I think that we better focus on watching the fight," she said.

"Yes," Danielle said with a smile. "This is too good not to watch."

Atalanta nodded as her golden eyes looked at the other girls. Harald seems to know how to choose his friends, they do not have any false or bad feelings, and they are certainly honest or at least do not love plots. Which means that I should get along with them just fine, Ulf might have some more issues with it. He was always an arrogant one and it takes a lot to earn his trust. Her eyes for a moment flickered to the rest of Harry's friends that she saw leaning against the wall on the ground level. Those are even more interesting than them, they are even more determined than girls are and look like a nice group of people. Yet once again Ulf might have some issues with accepting them, he still thinks that he is the best and it takes some time to earn his trust. He might make them prove that they are worthy of his friendship, which might end interesting, she rolled her eyes, or very poorly for him.

From what uncle has mentioned they have all kinds of different powers and some of them are more powerful than our powers are and they know how to use them well. Which will make things interesting, or maybe just the first duel when he will charge straight into it, without thinking and assuming that he is a superior one to them. But maybe it will teach him a thing or two.

She cut her musings short and focused back on the fight. It was going to be really amusing for her, especially if Ulf proved to be the usual rash self that had issues thinking through his brain and instead charged straight into the biggest fight he could find.

o-0-o

Harry moved under Ulf's outstretched hand and sent a powerful strike that slammed into Ulf's exposed jaw. Force behind the strike was so big that it lifted Ulf of the ground and sent him flying backwards. He landed on his back several feet away, on impact he threw up a small cloud of sand and dust.

"How did you do it?" Ulf asked, sitting up and rubbing his pained jaw. "I've seen a lot of powerful strikes, but this is something new."

"Training," Harry smiled as he helped Ulf get up, both of them were covered in bruises that started to disappear and their body was covered in sweat. "You are getting sloppy and I think that you might have issues with my friends from the Institute."

In Ulf's eyes appeared a dangerous glint and Harry saw him look at the X-Men that stood to the side. "Piotr?" Harry asked, looking at his large Russian friend, one that he didn't want to wrestle too often. And one that was taller a whole head that he was and was as tall as Ulf was. "You wanted to wrestle someone more fitting your size."

"Can I?" Piotr asked, walking forward and his body started to change. Skin changed color to a dark gray one and he grew up a couple of inches.

"You can." Harry smiled and looked at Ulf, who seemed arrogant. He thinks that he will win it, it should be a good wake up call for him, though with his ego it might take him some to get over it..., or not. "Just do not damage him... too much."

"Fine," Piotr said, cracking his knuckles.

Harry dutifully moved out of the way and walked into the shade provided by the colonnade. "It will be interesting," he said as he joined Warren, Bobby and Illyana. "Ulf is good, but tends to be a bit arrogant. Especially if it comes to people he doesn't know."

"So you hope that it will heal his arrogance?" Warren asked as he threw him a bottle of water.

"Yes." Harry took a sip of water and looked at them. "I like him, but he is a pain to deal with at times."

"And you suspect that my brat will teach him some humility?" Illyana asked.

"Among a couple other things," Harry said and looked towards the field where Piotr and Ulf were looking at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Ulf after a moment of it charged at Piotr.

o-0-o

"Hopefully this will teach him some humility and make him think before he does something," Sif said as she stood with Ullr, watching duels. "With Harald he was thinking before doing something because he knows that he does one wrong move and ends up on the ground. Here he does things first, thinks later."

"Yes," Ulf said and shook his head. "He is a bright person and knows how to fight, but he needs to learn that sometimes there is a need to think first and do something later."

"It's probably the hardest lesson to learn, I know from my own experience that sometimes shock is needed to get it into the head of someone," she said and winced when Piotr's fist slammed into the side of Ulf's body. She could see Ulf's ribs buckle and than break under the stress.

"That must have hurt," Ullr said as he saw his son crash into the ground and tumble, he came to stop almost at edge of the sand arena and laid there. After a moment he got up from the ground, furious expression on his face and they could see unnaturally bent ribs.

"Yes," Sif said and stopped Ullr when he was about to jump down onto the arena. She looked into his eyes, her sky blue looking into his hazel ones. "He needs this lesson and your help will cause him more troubles than good."

Ullr looked at her hand and later towards his son. He winced and nodded. "I guess that you are right."

"I am," she said and smiled. "He will curse at me and everybody else, but he needs to understand that he is not invincible and that he can also be injured or killed and that there are people better than he is."

"And that they don't need to be Æsir to do it, they can also be from other races," Ullr said, she nodded and once again focused on what was going on the arena.

o-0-o

Ulf bit down on a scream as he felt pain spread over his chest. He should have seen that strike coming, yet he didn't and now he was losing. Not with an Æsir, but with a human out of all things.

He looked down and he could his ribs bent under unnatural angles, two of them clearly broken. He touched his side and winced as pain flared up and made him almost scream. He pushed it away and slowly got up from the ground, furious scowl on his face.

"Concede," Piotr said and Ulf's eyes whipped to Piotr's face. "You are in no shape to fight and you will injure yourself more."

"I'm fine!" Ulf shouted and charged at Piotr. Or at least attempted to, after his second step he fell onto the ground, pain overcoming his self-control. All of his dignity was gone as he cried out in pain and clutched his side.

"No, you are not," Sif said as she landed on the ground. He looked at her and he saw in her eyes disdain. Disdain that he never ever seen before. It scared him. "You are a foolish and arrogant person, I have thought that you would learn from the fact that Atalanta over and over again managed to defeat you, yet you didn't. If you were paying attention you would have seen this coming."

He defiantly glared at her, anger burning in his eyes.

"You can glare as much as you wish, but you will get nothing," she said and yanked him up by the collar of his shirt. He yelped in pain, but she ignored it and instead turned to look at Piotr. "Come with me, I will take both of you to the healers to get checked. You should be fine, but nobody knows.

Ulf tried to say something in protest, but Sif completely ignored him and dragging him by the collar of his shirt she walked into the palace. He didn't know what was worse, the pain to his destroyed pride or the physical pain that he was feeling.

He was an honorable person, but it was a different thing for him to lose against member of his own race than it was to lose against a human.

o-0-o

"Not the worst way to start your stay here," Atalanta said as she saw Ulf being dragged by Sif.

"Why?" Jean asked.

"We like people that show off and Piotr just did it. Ulf is considered to be one of the best out of our generation." Atalanta corrected her ponytail and looked at Harry. "Also he is arrogant because of that and some people have issues with surviving his attitude, if this will knock him a peg or more. Nobody will mind."

"So that you can survive with his ego?" Danielle asked. "Or is it something else?"

Atalanta was silent for a moment. "I meant his ego, when it inflates, it is huge and it would serve him well to get it smaller and more manageable as otherwise we might not survive."

Rahne chuckled and she looked at her. "At the Institute we had the same problem with Harry's ego, it was so large that sometimes we couldn't survive it. After Banshee explained to him what he did wrong and how he could get killed in more than a dozen of ways, he calmed."

"Hopefully Ulf will get the message," Atalanta said and saw Harry walk with the rest of their group into the palace. "I can take you to them."

"Do it," Jean said. "Ulf seems like a nice enough person to know."

"He is." Atalanta winced. "That is once you get past his arrogance, ego and few other things. But with Harald nearby he should behave."

"Why?" Danielle asked, making Rahne chuckle.

"It's a social ladder thing," Rahne said once she stopped chuckling. "Harry has one of the highest titles and Ulf will need to obey his command, even if he dislikes it."

"Would he need?" Kitty asked. "I know that Harry is a Prince and all, but I thought that he didn't possess so much power."

"Yes," Atalanta said. "He is person that stands right behind his father in line to the throne and even if we are friends, in public setting we need to obey him, we can disagree, we can dislike him, but we need to obey him."

"Oh. On Earth he seemed to be so easy-going and friendly."

Atalanta nodded. "He is easy-going, but he has his formal or official mask."

"And he won't have qualms about using it?" Kitty asked as they walked into the palace.

"No, he will use it when he feels that someone is pushing the line too much."

Kitty nodded and followed Atalanta, she was surprised by how easy-going Harry's Asgardian friends were. They seemed completely open and didn't have issues with not ignoring them.

o-0-o

"I didn't hit him too badly?" Piotr asked as he looked at Harry, who only laughed.

"You did more damage to his pride than to him," Harry said as he looked at healer that made Ulf's ribs move into their proper places. "He is too tough to get slowed down by it, I know from my own experience. Broken ribs are a short-term annoyance."

"You know from your own experience?" Kitty asked as she walked in along with the rest of the girls.

"Yes, I've broke them a couple of times," Harry said with a wince. "We heal faster than humans do and that's without attention from a healer. Than it's a matter of hours for bones to mend."

"So he will be fine?"

"His ego is sore," Harry said and looked at Ulf. "But in a couple of hours he will heal and he will be as good as he used to be. Maybe less annoying and more able to think."

"He will be," said a person that entered the hall and when Harry saw who it was he lightly bowed his head.

"Grandmother," he said. "I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Warren blinked a couple of times as he was mostly dozing off and listening to their talk without paying too much attention to it. He looked at her and later at the woman that entered the room. She was simply beautiful and he had troubles keeping himself from openly staring at her. She was surrounded by the same grace and power that Harry was exuding, the only difference was that it was multiplied by a couple hundred of times. Warren dug out of the depths of his mind that her name was Frigga and she was the Queen of Asgard.

"Heimdall mentioned that you had returned," she said, her voice smooth and courteous, yet Warren could feel that she cared about him, even if she was not showing it with her voice. Her gaze flickered to Ulf whose ribs were being healed. "And it seems that you already sent someone to the healers before even greeting the family."

"It was Ulf's doing, Your Grace," Sif said before Harry had a chance to react. "He underestimated one of His Highness friends and during a friendly spar he got injured."

"I see, so maybe Harald you will be kind enough to introduce your friends?"

Harry coughed uncomfortably, but nodded after a moment. "If you wish," he said. "So those are Warren Worthington III, my cousin on the mother side of the family, Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin and his younger sister Illyana Nikolaievna Rasputin, Katherine Pryde, Rahne Sinclair, Danielle Moonstar, Roberto da Costa and Jean Grey."

"You are welcomed to stay here as long as you wish or want to stay here," Frigga said and looked at Ulf. "And I guess that Ulf had decided to prove that he is superior than they are?"

"Indeed," Harry said. "He wanted to see if he was better and I decided not to say no."

"And it should be a good lesson for him," Sif said. "He needed someone to get it into him, but until now nobody seemed to be able to do it. And it is better to do it now than for him to learn it on the field of battle. There he could be killed while learning it, here he learned it in far less painful manner."

As Warren looked at them he could tell that Sif was something more than a normal warrior as she was talking with Frigga as if she was just below her. He frowned and looked at Harry who seemed equally at ease, as he looked at them he realised that Sif was one of the closest advisors and maybe even friends of the royal family.

"Is it me or Sif is close to the royal family?" He whispered to Jean who stood next to him.

"They are close," she said. "It is quite obvious, the more you look at them, the more it gets obvious. Also she probably taught Harry before he came to the Institute."

"Why do you think so?" He arched his eyebrow.

"He trusts her and doesn't get edgy when she is close to him," Jean said and smiled. "That's the best way to tell what he thinks about some person. Look at the way he looks at Frost at the Institute and at Cyclops."

Warren nodded. "He gets edgy whenever he gets close to ones he doesn't like."

"Exactly." She smiled, her smile warm. "Here he is at ease, even completely at ease."

He nodded and once again focused on Harry.

"So, grandmother did you want anything else from me or can we disappear out of your view?" Harry asked and Warren almost chuckled at it. He never expected him to be so diplomatic and creative when it came to words.

"You can," Frigga said. "Though your grandfather might wish to speak with you and them, sooner rather than later."

"Perhaps not today. They are tired and I think that we would like to get used to Asgard first."

"Indeed." Frigga nodded.

Harry smiled and waved his hand at them, telling them to follow him. Warren only nodded and followed. He was curious where they were going as so far they didn't see that much of Asgard.

To be continued...

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A/N – Some things that might feel a bit odd. Ulf normally is way more careful than he was with Piotr, but he assumed that a human is something that is below him and can be treated like an annoyance. So he needed to learn that there is an advantage in being cautious, especially when fighting an unknown person and Sif stopped Ullr because him interfering would cause more bad than good.

Things done by Amelia can be treated as a treason, but they can also can be treated as a good deed. Did she help the enemy? No. Did she help her country? Yes. Did she betray her employer? Yes. This is one of those questionable decisions that show who we are, if we care more about our country or our work.

Reviews:

decoy73 – all of sent into the USA were known for working with Death Eaters in the past, so well I highly doubt that there were such people in this group. She wanted to make some house cleaning before she was forced to vacate her office.

sylvelle – thanks, I'm not a native speaker of English, so a lot of such nuances will be unknown to me. When I will be going through the chapters I will fix it.

Otsutsuki no Yami – I know the pain when I read a book and it ends.

shugokage – multiple perspectives are a thing that I like to use

UnitedOsprey1991 – those schools will play a big role in the future and a lot of people will get surprised by them. If you watched Stargate Atlantis shape of the main building of the one shown on Asgard might be a bit familiar.