Summary: Loki discovers that he has a son, Harry Potter, and takes him under his wing to protect him from those who would harm him along with a little Hijinx's along the way
Welcome to our fan fiction story featuring Loki from the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Harry Potter from the Wizarding World. In this story, we explore what would happen if Loki discovered that he was Harry's father instead of James Potter. As they navigate the challenges of being a father and son, they must also protect each other from those who would harm them. This story is full of adventure, magic, and familiar characters from both universes. So, sit back and enjoy as we delve into the world of Loki and Harry Potter!
A Second Chance
Loki, the God of Mischief, was lounging in his chambers in Asgard, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet. Suddenly, a small, unremarkable owl flew through the window and perched on his writing desk. It held a small envelope in its beak, and Loki raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He approached the owl cautiously, knowing that strange things often happened in the magical world. He carefully took the envelope from the bird's beak and opened it. Inside was a short letter written on parchment, in a delicate and precise hand.
The letter read:
"Dear Loki,
If you're reading this, then it means that I am no longer alive. I hope this letter finds you well, and that you are still the same mischief-loving God I knew many years ago. I'm writing to tell you about our son, Harry.
He is a wizard, like me, and has inherited some of your powers. I know that you and I didn't part on the best of terms, but I hope that you will see fit to take an interest in our son's life. He needs all the help he can get, especially now that the dark wizard Voldemort has returned to power.
I hope that you will forgive me for keeping Harry's true parentage a secret from you for so long. I did it to protect him, but I realize now that he needs to know the truth. Please, Loki, find it in your heart to be a part of his life.
With love, Lilly Potter"
Loki read the letter with a mixture of shock and confusion. He had no memory of ever having been with a mortal woman named Lilly, let alone fathering a child with her. And yet, the letter seemed genuine, and the owl had found its way to him with almost supernatural accuracy.
He sat down on the edge of his bed, the letter still clutched in his hand. He pondered the implications of this revelation, wondering if he was truly ready to take on the responsibility of a son. But as he thought about the boy who might carry his blood, he felt a strange sense of pride and curiosity.
He knew that he would have to investigate this matter further, to find out if Lilly's claims were true and to discover what kind of boy Harry was. But for now, he folded the letter carefully and placed it in a hidden compartment in his desk.
He knew that the world was full of surprises, and he was curious to see what this one would bring.
Loki had been pondering the truth of Lilly's letter for weeks. He had been searching for Harry Potter, the boy who could be his son, all across England. But despite his godly powers, he had found no trace of the boy, until he received a tip that led him to a small suburban house in Surrey.
He knew that he couldn't simply walk up to the Dursleys' doorstep and demand to see Harry. They were Muggles, after all, and would likely react with fear and hostility if they saw him, a god from another realm, in their midst.
So, he waited until nightfall to make his move. He sneaked up to the house in the cover of darkness, his senses heightened to their fullest potential. He could hear the soft snoring of the Dursleys, and the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet.
He made his way to the cupboard under the stairs, where Lilly had said Harry was kept. As he approached the door, he could hear a soft whimpering coming from inside. His heart filled with rage and sadness, and he knew he had to act quickly.
Loki conjured a small orb of green light, which he used to illuminate the inside of the cupboard. There, huddled in a corner, was a small one-year-old boy, with messy black hair and bright green eyes. He was crying softly, his face smudged with dirt and tears.
Loki's heart broke at the sight of the innocent child, locked up in such a small and filthy space. He gently lifted the boy out of the cupboard and held him in his arms. Harry looked up at him with a mix of confusion and wonder, as if he knew instinctively that Loki was someone special.
"Shhh, little one," Loki whispered, trying to soothe the crying child. "You're safe now. I'll take care of you, I promise."
He cradled Harry close to his chest, using his magic to create a warm and comfortable space for the child. He knew that he couldn't keep Harry with him, not without raising too many questions and attracting too much attention. But he also knew that he couldn't leave the boy with the Dursleys, not after seeing the way they treated him.
Loki pondered his options, his mind racing with possibilities. He knew that he had to find a way to keep Harry safe, while also protecting his own identity and avoiding the wrath of the magical world.
As he held the child close, he felt a sense of protectiveness and love that he had never experienced before. He knew that he would do whatever it takes to ensure that Harry had a better life than the one he was currently living.
The God of Mischief, looked down at the young boy with a mixture of curiosity and pride. Harry Potter, his son, looked up at him with wide, green eyes that shone with a mixture of fear and wonder. Loki had only just discovered that he had a son, and the news had come as a shock to him. He had never known that he had fathered a child with a mortal woman, and he was not entirely sure how to feel about it.
But as he looked down at Harry, he could not deny the powerful connection he felt to the boy. There was something about him that reminded Loki of himself - the mischievous glint in his eye, the way he held himself with a quiet confidence. Loki knew that he had much to teach his son, and he was eager to begin.
But first, there were other matters to attend to. Loki had learned that Harry's mother, Lily, had been murdered by the Dark Lord Voldemort. The news filled him with a deep sense of sorrow and anger. He had never been particularly fond of humans, but Lily had been special to him. She had been the first mortal woman to ever capture his heart, and he had loved her in his own way.
Loki knew that he had to avenge her death. He could not let the Dark Lord go unpunished for what he had done. And so, he made a decision - he would use his powers to protect Harry, to teach him the ways of magic, and to prepare him for the battle that was to come.
Loki knew that he was not the most conventional choice for a father. He was a trickster, a liar, a thief. But he was also fiercely intelligent, endlessly resourceful, and fiercely loyal to those he cared about. And he knew that he cared about Harry more than anything else in the world.
As Loki scooped Harry up in his arms and disappeared into the night from Privet Drive, he knew that their journey together was only just beginning. He had a son to raise, a world to save, and a legacy to create. And he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
Loki landed in front of an old, crumbling mansion on the outskirts of a small town. He had chosen this place as their new home - it was far enough away from the chaos of the Wizarding World, yet close enough for them to keep a watchful eye on the events that were unfolding.
The mansion was imposing, with ivy-covered walls and a heavy oak door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years. But as Loki pushed the door open, he was surprised to find that the interior of the mansion was still in fairly good condition. The rooms were large and spacious, with high ceilings and ornate decorations that spoke of a time long gone.
As Loki made his way through the mansion, he could sense the presence of dark magic lurking in the shadows. The previous owner of the mansion had clearly been a powerful wizard, and the place was imbued with his energy. But Loki was not afraid - he had faced far worse in his time as a god.
He finally settled on a large room with a fireplace, which he promptly lit with a flick of his wrist. He then set about creating a makeshift nursery for Harry, using his powers to conjure up a crib, a changing table, and other essentials. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was the first time in his long life that he had ever had a true sense of purpose.
As the sun began to rise over the horizon, Loki looked down at his sleeping son and smiled. Harry had already grown on him in the short time they had been together. He was an intelligent and curious child, with a natural talent for magic that reminded Loki of himself at that age.
Loki knew that they had a long road ahead of them. There were dark forces at work in the Wizarding World, and they would need to be ready to face them. But for now, he was content to simply watch over his son and bask in the warmth of the fire. For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace.
As Loki looked down at Harry, he noticed a scratch on the boy's face. It was a small mark, but it seemed to bother Harry, who shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. Without thinking, Loki reached out and touched the scratch with his fingertips.
As he did so, he felt a strange sensation - a pulsing darkness that seemed to emanate from the mark. It was as if the scratch held some kind of malevolent energy, and it sent a shiver down Loki's spine.
Loki withdrew his hand quickly, his mind racing. What kind of magic could have caused such a thing? Was Harry in danger? He knew that he had to investigate further.
He called upon his powers and focused his mind, reaching out to the fabric of reality itself. His senses expanded, and he could feel the energy of the mansion around him - the creaking of the old wood, the rustling of the leaves outside, the faint hum of the dark magic that permeated the place.
And then he sensed something else - a presence that was not his own. It was faint, but it was there - a dark aura that seemed to emanate from the scratch on Harry's face.
Loki's heart quickened. He knew that he had to act quickly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of potion, one that he had prepared for just such an occasion. He poured a few drops onto his fingertips and then gently applied it to the scratch on Harry's face.
As he did so, he felt the dark energy dissipate, as if it were being neutralized by the potion. Harry shifted in his sleep, and the scratch began to fade away. Loki let out a sigh of relief.
But even as he did so, he knew that this was only the beginning. The Wizarding World was full of dangers, and he would need to be vigilant if he was going to protect his son. He vowed to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe, no matter the cost
Loki sat by Harry's side, watching over him as he slept. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. He reached out and gently stroked Harry's hair, soothing the boy and helping him drift off into a deeper slumber.
As Loki sat there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had never been one for taking care of others - his life had been defined by his own goals and ambitions. But now, with Harry in his life, everything had changed.
He had to be a father - not just in name, but in action. He had to protect Harry, to guide him, to teach him the ways of the world. He had to be the kind of parent that he had never had himself.
Loki had always been a solitary creature, but he knew that he could not raise Harry alone. He would need help - from friends, from allies, from those who had faced similar challenges. He resolved to seek out those who could aid him in his task, to build a support network for himself and Harry.
But for now, he simply sat and watched over his son, letting the warmth of the fire and the sound of his breathing lull him into a sense of peace. For the first time in his life, Loki felt truly content - not because of his own accomplishments or schemes, but because of the simple act of caring for someone else.
As he sat there, Loki made a silent promise to himself and to Harry. He would do whatever it took to keep his son safe and happy. He would be the father that Harry deserved, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had ever known.
Loki sat by Harry's side, lost in thought. He had been mulling over the events that had brought him to this point - his encounter with Harry's mother, Lily, his discovery that he had a son, and the strange magic that had been present in the mansion.
But one question nagged at him, and he couldn't help but voice it out loud. "How did you survive his attack to begin with?" he wondered, addressing Harry, who was still sleeping soundly.
Loki knew the story of Harry's survival - how Lily Potter had sacrificed herself to protect her son from the Dark Lord's curse, and how the spell had rebounded, destroying Voldemort in the process. But as he sat there, looking down at Harry, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story.
He had heard rumors of powerful magic at play during that fateful night - ancient spells, protective wards, and even the intervention of other magical beings. He knew that the truth was shrouded in mystery, and that only a select few knew what had truly happened.
But he was determined to uncover the truth, for Harry's sake. He would not rest until he had learned the full story of his son's survival and had done everything in his power to protect him from any remaining threats.
As he sat there, lost in thought, he felt Harry stir beside him. The boy opened his eyes, blinking sleepily in the firelight. "Dad?" he mumbled, looking up at Loki.
Loki smiled down at him, ruffling his hair gently. "Go back to sleep, my son," he said. "We have much to do tomorrow."
Loki stood up from Harry's side, stretching his legs after sitting for so long. He cast a quick glance around the room, taking note of the various objects and artifacts scattered around. He had to admit, he was curious about the history of the mansion and its previous occupants, but for now, his priority was to keep Harry safe.
He walked over to the center of the room, focusing his magic on the task of casting a powerful ward around the mansion. He had learned a thing or two about protective magic during his time in Asgard, and he was determined to put his knowledge to good use.
The ward he cast was designed to keep unwanted visitors at bay - anyone who tried to approach the mansion would find themselves turned away by an invisible force field. It was a powerful spell, one that would require a great deal of energy to maintain, but Loki was willing to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe.
With the ward in place, Loki felt a sense of relief wash over him. He turned and walked to the side of the room, conjuring a large, comfortable bed with a flick of his wrist. He climbed in, pulling the covers up to his chin, and closed his eyes.
As he drifted off to sleep, his mind raced with thoughts of the future. He knew that he and Harry had a long journey ahead of them, filled with danger and uncertainty. But he also knew that he was ready for whatever lay ahead - because he was doing it all for his son.
Loki was awoken from his slumber by the sound of a baby's giggles. He opened his eyes to see Harry standing at the side of his bed, beaming up at him with a look of pure joy on his face. The boy was barely a year old, but he was already displaying an impressive amount of control over his magical abilities.
With a mischievous grin, Harry leapt onto the bed and pounced on Loki, giggling as he did so. Loki chuckled, sitting up and pulling Harry into his lap. The boy squirmed and wriggled in his father's arms, clearly delighted by the game.
Loki couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at his son. Harry was a beautiful child, with bright green eyes and a shock of black hair that stuck up in every direction. He was also incredibly talented, even at such a young age.
Loki watched as Harry played, his mind lost in thought. He knew that his son was gifted, perhaps even more so than he had originally thought. The boy's control over his magic was impressive for someone so young, and there was an energy to him that Loki couldn't quite place.
"Something tells me you have both mommy's and my power," Loki said, breaking the silence. He smiled down at Harry, his pride evident in his voice. "You are going to be a force to be reckoned with, my son."
Harry looked up at his father, his eyes wide with wonder. He didn't understand the significance of what Loki had just said, but he could sense the love and pride in his father's voice. He reached out a chubby hand, grabbing onto one of Loki's fingers and squeezing it tightly.
Loki felt a warmth spread through his chest at the simple gesture.
Loki's laughter filled the room as he thought of Harry's potential. "Hmm, and although not related by blood, you have Thor's strength," he said with a chuckle, his mind turning to the possibility of his son's future.
Harry looked up at him, his green eyes shining with curiosity. "Thor?" he asked, his tiny hand reaching up to touch Loki's face.
Loki smiled down at him. "Your uncle, my brother," he explained. "He's very strong, like a giant."
Harry's eyes widened in wonder, and he clapped his hands in excitement. Loki couldn't help but laugh again at the sight of his son's enthusiasm.
Loki looked down at Harry, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What's your favorite breakfast, little one?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Harry giggled, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Eggs!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands.
Loki grinned. "Eggs it is, then," he said, lifting Harry up and carrying him over to the small kitchenette that he had set up in the mansion. He conjured up a pan and cracked a few eggs into it, adding some cheese and herbs for flavor.
As the eggs sizzled and cooked, Loki turned his attention back to Harry. "You know, I used to love eating apples for breakfast," he said, a nostalgic note in his voice. "My mother would always have a basket of them on the table, and we would all share them."
Harry looked up at him, his eyes wide with wonder. "Your mother?" he asked.
Loki's expression turned somber as memories of his childhood flooded back. "Yes," he said, his voice soft. "She was kind and gentle, and she loved me even when I didn't deserve it."
Harry reached out and touched Loki's cheek, his small hand warm against his skin. "You're good," he said, a simple statement that held so much meaning.
Loki felt a lump form in his throat at his son's words. He knew that he had a lot to atone for, a lot of mistakes to make up for. But he also knew that with Harry by his side, anything was possible.
He turned his attention back to the eggs, flipping them over and adding a sprinkle of salt and pepper. "Breakfast is served, my prince," he said, lifting the pan off the stove and placing it on the table.
Harry beamed up at him, his eyes shining with delight. Loki couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment that he hadn't felt in years.
Loki glanced at the Daily Prophet and the regular newspaper as they ate breakfast, surprised that neither had Harry on the front page. He had expected to see reports of the missing baby plastered all over the news, but there was no mention of him.
"Strange," he murmured, flipping through the pages of the newspaper. "You'd think they would be more concerned about a missing child."
Harry looked up at him, his green eyes curious. "Missing?" he asked.
Loki hesitated for a moment, not wanting to frighten his son. But he knew that Harry was bound to find out sooner or later, and it was better that he heard it from him.
"Yes, you were missing," he said, his voice gentle. "But now we're together, and we're safe."
Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. "But how did I go missing?"
Loki sighed, not wanting to burden his son with the truth just yet. "It's a long story, my son," he said, ruffling Harry's hair affectionately. "Someday, when you're older, I'll tell you everything."
Harry nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He returned his attention to his breakfast, and Loki watched him with a sense of wonder and amazement.
As they finished their breakfast and cleaned up, Loki made a mental note to keep an eye on the news. He had a feeling that the authorities would eventually catch wind of Harry's disappearance, and he needed to be prepared for when that happened.
After they finished breakfast, Loki took out a planner and began to write down things that would need to be done. He knew that they couldn't stay hidden in the mansion forever, and eventually, they would need to venture out into the world.
He jotted down a list of supplies they would need, including food, clothing, and other necessities. He also wrote down potential hiding spots in case they needed to go on the run again.
As he wrote, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. He knew that he was putting Harry in danger by keeping him with him, and he didn't want to be responsible for any harm that might come to him.
But at the same time, he couldn't bear the thought of being separated from his son again. He had already lost so much in his life, and he was determined to hold on to Harry, no matter what.
As he finished his list, he looked up to see Harry playing with a toy car on the floor, his face alight with joy. Loki felt a pang in his heart at the sight of his son, and he knew that he would do anything to keep him safe.
He closed the planner and set it aside, turning his attention back to Harry. "Do you want to play a game?" he asked, a small smile on his face.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, please!" he said, scrambling to his feet.
Loki conjured up a set of building blocks and a puzzle, and they spent the rest of the morning playing and laughing together. For a brief moment, Loki forgot about the outside world and all the dangers that lay ahead. All that mattered was the joy and love he shared with his son.
Harry, as we're going through the streets and shops, I need you to keep quiet or babble unless I say otherwise. We can't let others know about your powers yet. Okay?" Loki said to his son, trying to keep his voice low so as not to draw attention to them.
Harry nodded, his expression serious. He knew that his father was trying to protect him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to stay safe.
As they walked through the crowded streets, Harry clung to Loki's hand, his eyes wide with wonder at all the new sights and sounds around him. Loki kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, scanning the crowds for any potential threats or dangers.
He knew that they had to be cautious, but he also wanted Harry to have a chance to experience the world beyond their secluded mansion. It was a delicate balance, and one that required careful planning and execution.
Loki and Harry made their way to an American version of Gringotts, the wizarding bank. It was a massive building made of white marble, with columns that stretched up to the sky. As they entered the bank, they were met by a team of goblins who led them through a maze of twisting corridors and cavernous chambers.
Loki had been to Gringotts many times before, both in the UK and in other countries, so he was used to the goblins' sour dispositions and their love of gold. Harry, on the other hand, was fascinated by everything around him, from the shiny gold coins to the intricately carved stone walls.
When they finally arrived at their destination, a small office on the top floor of the bank, Loki and Harry were greeted by a man in a sharp suit and a pair of wire-framed glasses.
"Welcome to Gringotts, how can I assist you today?" the man asked, his voice polite but slightly robotic.
Loki explained that he needed to access his vault and withdraw some funds, as well as opening a new account for his son. The man nodded and led them to a massive vault door, which he opened with a flick of his wand.
Inside the vault, Loki withdrew a large sum of money and placed it in a leather satchel that he had brought with him. He also made arrangements for Harry's new account, ensuring that it would be secure and inaccessible to anyone without his authorization. Along with an appointment for Loki to come back.
As they left the bank, Loki felt a sense of relief.
After leaving Gringotts, Loki and Harry made their way to a magical baby store that Loki had heard about. It was located in a quiet corner of the city and was known for selling the highest quality baby clothes, toys, and accessories.
As they walked through the door, they were greeted by the sweet scent of lavender and the gentle sound of tinkling chimes. The store was filled with all sorts of baby items, from soft blankets to stuffed animals to wooden blocks.
Loki made his way over to a display of clothes, examining the different sizes and colors. He picked out a few outfits that he thought would suit Harry, including a set of tiny robes that matched his own.
Meanwhile, Harry was captivated by the stuffed animals. He reached out to grab a soft teddy bear, but Loki gently pulled him away, reminding him to stay focused and keep their mission in mind.
They spent a good hour in the store, carefully selecting the items that they needed and making sure that everything was of the highest quality. Loki was determined to give Harry the best of everything, even if it meant spending a little extra money.
As they left the store, Harry clutched a soft rabbit to his chest, his eyes wide with wonder at all the new things that he had seen. Loki smiled down at him, feeling a deep sense of love and pride for his son.
They had accomplished what they had set out to do, but there was still much more to be done. Loki knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but he was confident that they could handle whatever came their way as long as they had each other.
Loki pulled out a map from his pocket and began to study it. "I think our next stop should be a Muggle clothing store. We need to get you some non-magical clothes that you can wear when we're out in the Muggle world," he said, looking down at Harry.
Harry looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded in agreement.
Loki conjured a small portal, and the two of them stepped through it, emerging in a busy Muggle street in downtown New York. They walked down the street, Loki holding Harry's hand tightly as they made their way to a nearby department store.
Once inside, Loki quickly made his way to the children's section and began to pick out clothes for Harry. He selected a few outfits that he thought would suit his son, including a simple t-shirt and shorts set, and a cozy sweater for cooler days.
Harry looked around the store with interest, pointing at the different displays and giggling at the mannequins. Loki smiled at him, feeling a sense of joy that he had never experienced before.
As they made their way to the checkout, Loki noticed a group of people staring at them. He realized that their disguises may have worn off, and quickly ushered Harry out of the store.
Once outside, Loki cast a powerful concealment spell, ensuring that they would remain hidden from the Muggles. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had narrowly avoided a dangerous situation.
"We need to be more careful," he said to Harry. "We can't let anyone find out about us. It's not safe."
Harry looked up at him with wide eyes, sensing the seriousness in his father's voice. Loki smiled at him reassuringly, and the two of them continued on their way, making their way back to their hidden mansion.
Loki took out his planner and added a new entry, "Order permanent concealment rings" to his list of things to do. He knew that they needed to take every precaution possible to ensure their safety, and permanent concealment rings would provide an extra layer of protection.
As they entered the mansion, Loki sat Harry down on the floor and watched as he began to play with his new toys.
Loki smiled as Harry looked up at Loki and smiled too , his bright green eyes sparkling with excitement. "Da!" he said, clapping his hands together.
Loki smiled at his son and made his way over to his planner. He needed to start making arrangements for their long-term safety and security, and there was a lot of work to be done.
He began to make a list of all the things he needed to do, from setting up wards and protections around the mansion to finding a trustworthy ally in the wizarding world who could help them when the time came.
As he worked, he couldn't help but glance over at Harry from time to time, watching as he played with his toys and giggled with delight. He knew that being a father would be a difficult and challenging journey, but he was willing to do whatever it took to keep Harry safe and happy.
After several hours of planning and organizing, Loki stood up and made his way over to Harry. "Are you ready for some dinner, little one?" he asked, scooping Harry up in his arms.
Harry nodded his head eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Loki smiled and made his way to the kitchen, eager to see what he could whip up for his son.
Loki chuckled at the suggestion. "Chicken nuggets it is," he said, as he set Harry down on the kitchen counter and began to prepare the ingredients.
As he cooked, he couldn't help but think about how different his life was now. Just a few days ago, he was the god of mischief, wreaking havoc on the mortal world. Now, he was a father, cooking chicken nuggets for his one-year-old son.
It was a strange and surreal feeling, but he knew that he wouldn't have it any other way. He had always been a bit of an outsider, never quite fitting in with the other Asgardians. But with Harry, he finally felt like he had found his true purpose.
As he finished cooking, he set the plate of chicken nuggets down in front of Harry and watched as he eagerly grabbed one and took a bite. "Mmm, good," Harry said, his cheeks bulging with food.
Loki smiled and reached out to ruffle his son's hair. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "Now, let's eat." And with that, they settled in for a quiet dinner, enjoying each other's company in the safety of their hidden sanctuary.
A few days later Loki went through the list of candidates carefully, looking for someone who was not only skilled in childcare, but also trustworthy and discreet. He knew that he couldn't take any chances when it came to Harry's safety.
After some consideration, he selected a few candidates and arranged for interviews. As he waited for the first candidate to arrive, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if he made the wrong choice? What if the nanny turned out to be untrustworthy?
But as soon as the first candidate walked in, he felt his worries melt away. She was kind and gentle, with a warm smile and a calming presence. As they spoke, Loki found himself opening up to her, telling her about his past and his fears for Harry's future.
To his surprise, she didn't seem fazed by any of it. Instead, she listened attentively and offered her own advice and insights. By the end of the interview, he knew that he had found the perfect person for the job.
"Welcome to the family, Amellia" he said, extending his hand to shake hers. "I think you and Harry are going to get along just fine."
Loki opened the door to the playroom, revealing a bright and colorful space filled with toys and books. Harry was sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by blocks and stuffed animals.
"Harry, this is your new nanny, Amelia" Loki said, gesturing to the woman behind him. "She's going to be taking care of you from now on while Daddy is working."
Harry looked up at the woman and studied her for a moment, his bright green eyes taking in every detail. Then, without warning, he crawled over to her and reached up, grabbing her hand.
"Hi," Harry said in a small voice, his grip tightening on her fingers.
The nanny smiled down at him and returned the gesture, taking his tiny hand in hers. "Hi there, Harry," she said. "I'm so excited to get to know you."
Loki watched the interaction with a sense of relief. It was clear that Harry felt comfortable with this woman, and that was all he could have asked for. With a smile, he turned to the nanny.
"Let's go over the details of your job," he said. "I want to make sure everything is clear before I leave you alone with my son."
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