"Look, here." Thor drew something quickly on the piece of paper in front of them. "This would be your realm, this, mine."
"Oh. That's…." Harry blinked, "freaky. So how do you get back there?"
"I do not know if I can. Unless my father opens the Bifrost…"
"Huh." Harry tilted his head and studied Thor a moment. "Well, I've never had a proper family, really. I can't really give advice on angry fathers."
"The man you spoke of earlier? The one that rendered me unconscious? He is not family?"
"No." Harry paused. "Well, sort of. We've been friends since I was eleven."
"A brother then," Thor said with a nod. "I have a brother myself. His name is Loki."
"Loki…" Harry shook his head and then sighed. "So, you're basically stuck here until your dad cools off?"
"I suppose I am."
Harry rubbed a hand between his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on. "Well…I guess you can stay here then. It's not as if I don't have room. Sides, I already told Ron you were my ex."
Thor gave him a closed lip smile. "Thank you, Harry Potter."
Harry huffed. "You could just call me Harry, you know."
Thor only smiled wider at that.
Xxxxxxx
"I do not understand the purpose of this exorcise."
Harry rolled his eyes, gaze focused on the screen. "That's cause there's no real purpose except for the entertainment value." He and Thor were sitting on his couch in front of his television, his game system hooked up.
Harry had gotten the thing, along with the TV when he'd moved out on his own and quit the auror position. He'd never played a video game before then as his relatives hadn't allowed it and he found that he rather liked having these small luxuries that had been denied to him as a child. The room they were in was warded to keep magic out and from interfering with the electronics.
"You do this often?"
"Not all the time," Harry said defensively. "I just…my relatives never let me do anything like this when I was kid and I thought maybe I could have a bit of fun now."
"Why would they not allow you something?"
"Cause they hated me," Harry answered idly. Thor frowned and opened his mouth to answer that but was interrupted when, on screen, Harry snuck up behind him. "Oh, look at that! Looks like you're dead, oh great and powerful Thor!" The irritated look he received only made Harry grin widely.
"What is the name of this practice?"
"Call of Duty," Harry said wryly. "So," he started teasingly, waving his controller in Thor's face. "Will you answer the call?"
Xxxxxxxx
"I rather like this game. Is that strange since I've been in a war of my own? A real one? Ron says I'm mad but I don't think so. I like it. It's not like it has real consequences, you know? It's fun and nobody real's in danger. I think Ron just has a biased view on anything muggle. He still thinks they're all mad too."
Harry wasn't sure why he was saying all that. Thor had told Harry about his own world, though, about his father and brother, and of the fight he'd had with his father before he'd been sent down to Earth.
The soldier on the screen that Thor had been controlling pretty erratically stopped moving and Harry looked up to see Thor staring at him.
"What?"
"You participated in a war?"
Harry shrugged a bit uncomfortably. "When I was younger. It ended four years ago." He quirked an eyebrow. "Are you going to at least try this time?" He asked, tilting his head towards the screen.
Xxxxxxxx
"I do not understand."
"What? I thought you were getting the hang of it?" In fact Thor had nearly killed him several times on screen.
"No. Your family. Why would they despise you as you said?"
Harry shrugged and then blushed a little bit. He'd spent a long time after the war trying to deal with, not only what happened during it, but all that had happened when he'd been staying with the Dursley's. He'd encountered mindsets like this before, mostly among children who had never known anything but loving parents.
"Cause I was different, mostly. Can we not talk about this? I've put a great deal of effort into not dwelling on my crappy childhood."
"So that you may indulge in your entertainment?"
"Right. Fun." Harry gave him a smile. "Hey, so what about you? What did you and your brother do for fun?"
Xxxxxxx
Harry had relaxed completely back into his couch as Thor explained some of the mischief he and his brother had gotten up to when they were young. The arrogance Harry had seen in him before had completely vanished when he spoke of his brother, replaced by fondness and love.
In fact, Harry couldn't help but to smile as Thor described several times that he had gotten into trouble as a kid. He thought he could like this Thor, the one that wasn't bragging about his standing in his world or rudely demanding things.
Xxxxxxx
"Ah! I'm dead!" Harry fell to the floor, splaying his limbs in the same awkward position his soldier on the screen had. When he looked up, Thor raised an eyebrow, although the triumphant grin hadn't left his face.
"You are very strange, Harry Potter."
"Says you." Harry stuck his tongue out at the man. He popped up into a sitting position. "I'm hungry. Come on." He grabbed Thor's arm and dragged the bigger man towards the kitchen.
Xxxxxxx
They were half way through a meal, talking about random things when someone knocked on his door. Harry got up, aware that Thor was following him and opened the door to find Hermione there.
"Hey, Harry!" She said with a smile. It didn't slip when she saw Thor standing there as well but he could see the confusion in her eyes.
"Oh, this is Hermione Granger, one of my best friends." Harry faltered when he glanced at Thor. He'd introduced him as his ex to Ron but Hermione had actually met that guy…"Er…this is Thor…"
"It is very nice to meet you, Hermione Granger," Thor said, sticking out a hand for her to shake.
"You too," Hermione returned, shooting Harry a look before shaking his hand. When Thor turned his attention from Hermione to Harry, he saw her mouth 'wow' and grinned.
"You think maybe I could get a moment?" Harry asked Thor.
"Of course." He nodded once more towards Hermione before leaving the room, heading back towards the kitchen.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked as soon as he had gone, stepping close to Harry. "Is that your new guy? Ron said that he and the aurors showed up here and you were with 'the muggle' as he called him but that is not him. Who is he? Where did he come from? I thought-"
"Hermione," Harry cut her off, a bit exasperated. "You might want to actually give me time to answer one question before you ask another, yeah?"
She huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine. Who is that?"
"That is a bit of a long story," Harry said a bit sheepishly.
She simply raised an eyebrow. "I've got time."
Harry sighed in a resigned sort of way and began telling her everything that had happened since he'd left his birthday party.