A Cold Hand

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Harry Potter and The Avengers/Thor.

Summary: Harriet Lily Potter escapes to New York when she realizes her never ending life isn't going anywhere. Loki Laufeyson, as punishment by Odin for attempting to rule Midgard, must stay on Earth in his original form. The two damaged souls meet unexpectedly, will a bond be made between the two?

Rating: T

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, cursing, mentions of torture, death, and child abuse, fem!Harry.

Pairings: fem!Harry/Loki.

a/n: Sorry for the long wait the reason for that was because my laptop broke and I had to send it in to the company, and now I finally have it back, so I'm going to finish this chapter now, and maybe another chapter tomorrow. I already had this chapter half written, then my laptop broke, and I thought all of the writing I did would get deleted but it didn't! Also, i'm about to start high school at the end of the month so i'm really nervous, plus i'm thinking of writing a new story after I finish Together. Also, I have changed my pen name, again. I'M THINKING ABOUT CHANGING THE SUMMARY A LITTLE BIT, JUST SO YOU KNOW.

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The sound of strong footsteps bounced off the elegant golden walls. The footfalls were set at a fast pace, thumping loudly, as though someone was stomping their feet in anger or in great agitation. The sun bounced off the golden walls and pillars, creating light and illuminating the grand room. A man, white hair barely reaching past his shoulders, a golden plate covering his right eye, sat in a regal and huge gold throne. Stairs led to the seat, also made out of gold. It seemed like everything in the room, in the kingdom, and the whole of Asgard was made of pure gold, carvings weaving intricate designs and symbols in furniture and walls, even in the caves.

The shining doors banged opened and a blonde burly man strode in sporting a look of great anger, one of his fists were clenched so hard on a handle of giant metal hammer, that his fingers were turning white.

"Father!" the man boomed.

"I was expecting you, my son." the man said calmly.

"Explain to me your reasoning father, how could you banish Loki in such a condition?!"

The older man did not flinch, nor did he make any movement at all. Finally, he inhaled and released a sigh.

"I would never do anything without a purpose, my son."

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Hermione gave a sad sigh and set her empty teacup on the coffee table in front of her, creating a small tap that sounded in the quiet room. Ron glanced at her and raised a red eyebrow at her in question. The brown haired witch turned slightly to look at her husband fully. "I know it's been a while, years, in fact, but," at this Hermione paused and tears filled her brown eyes, "how do you think Harry is doing?"

Ron's blue eyes blinked at her in surprise. "Harry?" Why would she suddenly bring up their old best friend? The red haired man remembered painfully the last time they saw her. They had all been damaged after the war, but definitely not as much as Harry. Ron could be dense at times, but it was obvious to anyone that saw Harriet that she was depressed. Just seeing her and how she acted toward people and her reactions to everything, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if she had PTSD. The married couple was ashamed to admit that they were frightened of her, they knew she had a mental illness and wasn't stable at all, who knew if she was going to snap and lash out?

"Well..." said Hermione, her voice trembling. "I just can't seem to get her out of my mind lately..."

Ron sighed and covered her hand with his slightly larger one. "She could have a nice life by now, maybe a husband? Kids?" It was a pathetic excuse of trying to comfort his wife, they both knew what the Hallows did to her. Harriet was hesitant to let people in after the war, why, after running away, would she ever have a family if she knew she wasn't able to keep them her entire life?

"She could be suffering! All by herself, she might be trying to destroy herself!" the witch cried out. "What if she was kidnapped, maybe the ministry has her locked up?"

The redheaded man tensed and stayed silent, only offering a shrug in response, not willing to dwell on the subject of their lost friend.

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Harry walked into the guest bedroom that Loki was currently in. He looked at her with his red eyes and a smirk stretched across his blue skin, showing sharp white teeth. She ignore the piercing gaze that was directed at her and sat down on the chair that was next to the bed Loki was sitting on. He still had some bandages on his blue body, but he seemed to be healing quite quickly. She couldn't find this surprising, he did claim he was a god, plus his skin was blue and eyes red, he had to have some un-human abilities.

"I want answers," said Harry simply.

"Oh, you do, don't you?" his smirk widened. The witch rolled her eyes at him. "What would you like to know, little witch?"

"Yes, if I'm going to heal you and let you stay here-"

"What makes you think I need your help?" Loki sneered viciously at the green eyed woman, successfully interrupting her.

The petite witch glared at the blue man. "As I was saying," she snapped. "If I'm going to help you," she smirked at his narrowed eyes. "I need to know what you are, and what happened to you."

a/n: Again, I'm so sorry for the wait, my laptop decided to break and I had to send it in and it was gone for almost the entire summer. This chapter is way shorter than what I wanted, I'm so tired and haven't been feeling well. Hopefully I'll be able to update in a few days.

Posted: 8-20-14