Ron eyed the big man with some wariness. Harry was sound asleep on his couch, after getting fixed up. It hadn't taken long. He'd lost some blood but the cutting curse hadn't hit anything vital. Still, Ron would have thought Harry was dying from the way that Thor was acting.

The man had been standing guard over Harry like a sentinel since Ron had shown up at Harry's house with half the auror squad. The whole mess was confusing, to say the least. As much as Ron had always loathed Malfoy, he never would have guessed something like this would happen.

Not that he didn't think Malfoy capable. It was just…the war had been over for years. Maybe they were just getting too complacent. Maybe Malfoy had been planning something for years. Or maybe he'd been under someone elses control…

Ron wasn't sure but what he was sure of was that it would probably take more than just him to separate Thor from Harry.

Xxxxxx

Fear. It was not an emotion Thor was familiar with. Why should it be? His family was all very powerful. He had never needed to fear for their lives, or his own. This fear, it was still not for himself, however.

Initially, he had not even felt it during the attack. No, it was after the two men had been unconscious when he first felt it. It had been when he saw the red soaking into Harry Potter's clothing that he'd felt it and he was hit, with startling clarity, just how mortal Harry was.

Harry had sagged against him and he had taken the smaller man's weight and he had been afraid for the first time in his life. Truly afraid. It was still there as well, subdued only slightly by the fact that Harry was no longer bleeding. He supposed it may not go away until Harry was conscious and talking.

The emotion itself was startling and he had time, after the others had shown up, to think on it. He did find Harry Potter fascinating, interesting…but it was in those moments, when the fear was the strongest that he thought, just maybe, that even if his father had shown up right then and there to welcome him back and give his power back, he would have stayed instead.

Xxxxxx

"How did this happen?" Harry glared across at Ron, even if he wasn't actually angry with his friend. He was just angry in general. He'd woken up not fifteen minutes ago on Ron's couch and ignored Ron, Hermione, and Thor's attempts to get him to do anything other than find out what had happened at his house.

Ron sighed. "We're not sure yet. Looks like someone was controlling them."

"Doesn't explain how they prevented me from apparating while doing it themselves. Or how they broke down my wards without me even noticing…"

"I know. It also looks like this wasn't an imperious curse."

Harry stilled completely at that. "What?"

Ron shrugged. "That's what they're saying. That it's something else, something they haven't seen before."

Harry chewed his lip and fell silent. This probably meant he had some new type of enemy, which was great. He'd been attacked several times after the war by disgruntled former Death Eaters but those attacks had tapered off after a while.

"What?" He asked suddenly, turning his head towards Thor. He'd been sitting next to Harry quietly during the conversation but his sharp gaze had never left Harry either.

"Are you certain you are alright?" Thor asked, studying him like he expected Harry to keel over at any second.

"I'm fine," Harry stated with a frown.

"Well," Ron spoke up, his gaze darting between them. "I think I'll go make some tea…or something."

He left the room quickly and Harry's frown deepened. "Are you alright?" He asked Thor because the man was still looking at him like he couldn't believe Harry was awake. Thor did not answer verbally. Instead he leaned in, trapped Harry's head in his hands and pressed their lips together.

Harry couldn't help but to lean into it as well and when he opened his eyes when Thor finally pulled back, the man was staring at him so intensely that Harry couldn't help but to blush.

"What happened while I was sleeping?" He asked a little breathlessly.

"I must admit, I have not felt such intense emotions in all of my years." Thor paused and he almost smiled. "Aside from anger, of course."

"Of course." Harry reached up to thread his fingers through Thor's blond hair. "So, you were afraid then?"

"Yes, I admit I was."

"And now?"

"Now…it is still there but there are others fighting for dominance."

Harry grinned a bit at that wording. "Yeah, I get what you mean." He pulled Thor back in for another short kiss.

Xxxxxxxx

"So, what do you think?" Harry spread an arm out around the place. It wasn't nearly as large as his house and it was situated in-between several muggle establishments but Harry had convinced Ron and the aurors that it would be a good safe house, at least for the moment.

They'd put enough wards around the place to rival the ones at Grimmauld Place and Harry had flat out refused to stay at Ron and Hermione's. They still had no idea what had happened with Malfoy, who or what had been controlling him.

"It is…very nice," Thor answered.

"Yeah, you know…I told you before, you don't have to stay with me. More dangerous for you around me."

"And I have told you, I will go where you go," Thor retorted in a final way.

Harry huffed. "Fine. But I did warn you."

"Yes, you have. Many times." Thor sounded amused at this. "No entertainment room?"

"No," Harry said with a little bit of a pout as he sat down in one of the chairs they'd managed to get into the place. "I'm really hoping this is a short stay."

"As am I." Thor's expression darkened and Harry shook his head. Thor had refused to leave his side since Harry had woken up after the attack and Harry thought the man had entertained his own thoughts of what he might do to whoever it had been that had sent the wizards to his house to attack them.

"We should get settled in then?" Harry asked, allowing a real smile. He stood and walked over to Thor, making sure to get into his personal space.

"Yes, I suppose we should."

Xxxxxxx

"I have found it!"

The call came on the second day they were living in the small place. Harry, who had been dozing in one of the chairs nearly fell out of it at Thor's loud voice and he rubbed a hand over his face, disoriented.

"Found what? Food?" Because he was pretty sure Thor had offered to go to the small muggle establishment nearby to buy something for dinner. In fact, Thor had insisted on it.

"Mjolnir. I have found it." Thor's eyes were shining as he said it and he was smiling widely. Harry straightened.

"You found it? How?"

"Several men were speaking of something that landed not far from here. They called it a satellite."

"But you think it was…" Harry stood and tried to get a handle on what Thor was saying.

"I am sure of it. They spoke of how it appeared and of how no man, no matter how they tried, could lift it."

"Huh." Harry tried processing that, chewing his lip but the excitement on Thor's face hadn't left. He had a moment to think that getting this back would mean getting his power back, which would probably mean Thor leaving but…

"Alright. Let's go get it then, shall we?" He ignored the feeling of dread that invaded his chest even as he said it.