Fun fact about Loki: He is one of the most evolved villains in the Marvel legacy. Most of the marvel heroes or villains remain somewhat the same or have one or two few differences and became less one-sided (you know, they have character flaws or a more angst-filled life.) Many keep their back stories or have theirs change drastically. Some even have more sympathetic backgrounds that allows the readers to feel for them despite the evil they cause. (Magneto is a fine example of this even though I still think he's a lousy father and has become no better than his tormentors in the Concentration Camps. Yet, I still feel sorry for everything that he went through, though.)

But Loki! Sheesh! Talk about a major overhaul done over the years. Thor and Odin remain somewhat same as they have in the classic comics and keep a great deal of their personality traits. Loki on the other hand went through some major changes over the years in his core personality. The Classic Loki had him act in such a sullen and vengeful god fixated on his hated obsession on Thor (Sounds like a certain Potions Master we all know.)He was also smaller them most gods and very skinny, not to mention he had a weathered face, bushy eyebrows and a long nose. (Geez, do you see a physical similarity with Snape? I'm amazed no one wrote a fanfic on that one.) He was also so predictable in his action and I saw no cunning in them or any signs of the prankster Loki. (There was one comic where he ran amok on earth and played tricks on people when he managed to trap Thor's Hammer under a force-field.)

In the later version, we started to see him more sneaky and cunning and he had gained his silver-tongue. He even had such a smile that not even his grandmother would trust. His appearance was also bigger and he was more muscular, to the point where he could meet his brother blow for blow. While the weathered look disappeared and he lost his trademark eyebrows, he did have his large nose. Which also in some comics, gave him a comical look. In Hulk vs. Thor and Avengers: Earth's mightiest Heroes, he had a deeper voice (My sister says it makes him have more sex appeal)and he was pretty arrogant about himself which made him underestimate his enemies. He had a sense of humour in a morbid sort of way.

In the Marvel Ultimate Alliance Xbox game, his personality did a complete one-eighty. Sure he was still predictable in his need to rule Asgard and his hate for Thor, but man was he such a narcissist! He acted exactly as I always dreamed he would act. He was flamboyant, histrionic, and boy did he make the most interesting gestures with his body. He definitely loved talking about himself and his open flirtation to Amora. He basically cracked me up! And his voice, it was neither annoying nor was it that sex appeal deep voice. It was exactly the voice of a silver tongue rapscallion. I've also been reading the revamp version of the classic Thor's and while he had his classic appearance back (though he seemed more comical, his nose became an exaggeration of Pinocchio's.) he also had a larger sense of humour this time. I even remember one particular scene where he was laughing so hard he had tears fall off his face as he watched Thor get pummelled by a mortal mutant with telepathic powers that Loki tricked into believing he was him in the future.

Then there's the movie version of Loki, Where I was tormented between wanting to hug him or wanting to smack him upside the head for his decisions. A beautiful blend of a trickster God with a cunning mind to pull dangerous pranks for fun and even a man trying to prove that he belonged in Asgard and with his family. Did I mention Tom Hiddleston is hot!

Sneering hateful god of evil, to sly as a fox and just as ruthless to narcissist flamboyant mister always speak in third person to smooth dark yet very witty villain to finally mischievously intelligent yet tragic and well-planned god. And in every incarnation, he either gets taller, bulkier, appealing, or has a strange feature that singles him out in Asgard. That's Loki!

Now on to the story!

Disclaimer: Loki would do unspeakable things to me if I ever claimed to own him. So I have no claim on Marvel or Harry Potter.

Chapter Two: Harry the Frost Prince

Six year old Harry James Potter was not having a good day. Well, actually, Harry never had a good day, but today was worse than usual. It all started when he left the class from recess. Unsurprisingly, no one wanted to play with the neighbourhood troublemaker and he was left to sit all alone under a tree. Today was a particularly cold day more so then usual in the early November and everyone was wearing a sweater or some gloves and scarves. Everyone except Harry, who had only one of Dudley's old white t-shirt and even older pair of black jean shorts that were torn and looked like they had been chewed up by a rabid dog. His sneakers were falling apart and there were holes there to indicate to everyone he had no socks on. The teachers all assumed that he tore those clothes himself as the Dursleys have stated he was a self-destructive delinquent so none of them had any wish to give him an extra sweater as clothes were expensive enough as it is.

Harry wasn't bothered by this. He loved the cold. It reminded him that it would snow soon and Harry loved the snow even more. It was so soothing, pure, and peaceful and whenever he was around it, he felt all the pain that he had suffered fade away. It always took his breath away when he would lie on his back and watch the snow fall on him. It didn't even feel cold to him. But then, Harry was always cold, at least to other people. Whenever he was grabbed by someone or had his hand held, the people always flinched on how cold his hands were.

The Dursleys said it was another freaky thing about him. No one stayed cold all year round, it wasn't natural. But on the other hand, nothing about Harry was natural. He was like his parents, a freak. At first, he thought it meant mutant as he saw a lot of that on the news and the paper. But they said he was worse than that because at least those freaks could be explained through science. He was something against nature itself, just like his parents. The Dursleys told him that they would no-good lazy waste of human beings that got what they deserved for dying in a car crash and giving him his scar. They told him that his father was a worthless hobo who had nothing to gain from marrying his tramp of a mother and that he deserved to be in an orphanage instead of ruining the names of good honest citizens like the Dursleys. Hence why he had to work to pay them back for all of their hospitality, even though they never seemed grateful of what he did.

As if having the Dursleys for his family wasn't bad enough, he had been having strange dreams lately.

He was alone in a crib when a woman screamed. Then some strange man had a glowing stick aimed at him and laughed a high pitched laugh. Then there was a flash of green and he heard a scream. After the flash of green, Harry recalled a man in darker green clothes and a yellow cape with large golden horns on his head would hold him close and tell him everything would be fine. Then he would put him back down and kissed his forehead. After that, Harry would wake up from his dream with tears in his eyes. He wished to see more of the strange horned creature that had picked him up and hugged him. The one that had promised him everything was fine.

Harry wished that that being was his father and not the one that had killed his mother in a car accident.

That was when Harry had a rock hit him on the face. Unsurprisingly, Harry saw that Dudley and his gang were laughing at him. They also had some pretty good size rocks in their hands. Harry was used to this. When they weren't playing 'Harry Hunting', they would either get him into trouble or throw rocks at him.

What Harry hadn't expected was for the entire class and some from others joining in to torment him. They apparently saw many of the kids do it, and since no one here was the boy's friend and their parents called him a trouble maker, they went into mob mentality and picked up the rocks to throw at the freak.

"Stop it!…." Harry felt blood fall from his forehead. He had been beaten up before and had rocks thrown at him, but never at this extent and most certainly not by that many people. "Stop it, please!" Harry was now pleading as he felt the rocks bruise and cut him. The kids all laughed like they were playing an innocent game and not about to commit manslaughter. As the pain escalated and the laughter reached his ears, something in Harry finally snapped.

Now Harry was a sweet boy by nature with a large capacity for love. He wanted to help and be liked by people. He knew that the Dursleys hated him, but he felt a bit happy that they loved his cooking as they always ate it all, leaving him only to dine on leftover parts and water. He felt happy whenever guests commented on how clean everything was whenever he cleaned the house. And whenever the garden won a blue ribbon each year for it superb greenery and flowers, Harry always stood up a little straighter, even though everyone thought Aunt Petunia made them. All he ever wanted was to have a loving family and friends. But Harry felt that since he was a freak, he was undeserving of them.

But deep down, so deep that even he was unable to consciously feel it; there was a spark of hate for all of them that was slowly festering by each attack, cruel word and mocking laughter. It had started out slow, but soon, combined with his powers; it was growing more and more each day. How dare they treat him like this? What did he ever do to them! He wanted to hurt them! He wanted them to feel the same pain he felt! He wanted them to suffer in ways that only he was capable of.

As the rule of magic goes, power comes from intent.

The power swelled within him. Harry had felt the power before but it never felt this strong. Now it was filling him up as it tried to break free of any and all suppressors within him. Like an over flowing cup of water, all the power had to come out if it filled out, when it did, it would devastate everything around him.

Harry did not know it at the time, but he was magical. Had he been a normal wizard, he would have simply been pulled away from the tormentors or they would have had their hairs change color or have lost their clothes.

Simple accidental magic.

But Harry was no mere wizard. He was an Asgardian demi-god. One that was about to ascend into a level of power by sheer will alone. He was about to unleash a power that would have even Merlin himself quake in fear. But unfortunately, that power was erratic and difficult to control, especially when it was being unleashed by rocks being thrown by children.

As they say, never tickle a sleeping dragon, for you are small and crunchy.

If Dudley had known what he had unleashed today, if he had known that he and his family line would be paying for this until the end of time, if he had the intelligent to foresee that taunting someone with that kind of power would get you, he would have dropped the rock and run. Not that it would have helped, anyway.

Unfortunately, arrogance and stupidity often overwhelms self-preservation and wisdom. Dudley throw one big rock and watched it smack the scar on Harry's forehead. He laughed hard, not at all noticing the dark clouds floating above the school.

Harry screamed as he released his power.

"STOOOOOOOOOOPP!" he screamed out as his eyes went blue and his hair went snow white.

It was right about then that the children noticed the ice forming around their feet.

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The teachers, whom normally ignored what went around outside, jumped at the scream. But that wasn't what had them running. It was the other children screaming that did. They looked out and were shocked to see clouds forming just above their heads as a great deal of snow suddenly fell from the sky. Looking out, they saw that all the children were unable to move as their feet were iced to the floor, leaving them to be pelted by the heavy and large snow fall. As they got up to leave, some of the teachers noticed that there was a strange boy with white hair in all the commotion. They recognized those rags he wore and realized it was Harry.

It appeared they had a mutant in their school.

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Before this happened, Harry's powers only attracted the attention of the Ministry or Albus Dumbledore. This time however, he gained the attention of beings higher power as well as those sensitive to the state of time.

On Asgard, Odin stirred in his Odin sleep as he sensed a strange new power awaken on Earth. Several rooms down, Thor and Loki woke up from their sleep from the strange power. Heimdall looked down and saw where it was coming from.

'Well, this is interesting.' he thought.

In Hel, the Seer Volla screamed in a fashion that would put a banshee to shame as many of the lost souls looked at her and wondered what had gotten into her.

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In the Wizarding World, Trelawney passed out on the floor. She would not know it at the time, but every true prophecy she ever made about harry had become null and void. Minerva McGonagall saw this and rolled her eyes as she used her wand to lifted the woman up to send to Poppy. No doubt this woman was hitting the sherry again.

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They who sit in the shadow felt the powers of a new god ascend and saw all their plans for the rebirth cycle go up in smoke. Something had dared to interfere in their work! They would have to kill it!

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In France, A wraith that had cheated death suddenly shuddered as if death had slipped her fingers on his neck again. He knew this feeling too well because a rather frustrated Hela had attempted to grab him many times before.

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The brotherhood of evil paused as many beings with telepathic or precognitive powers collapsed on the floor, screaming in pain.

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Professor Xavier and Jean Grey screamed as if they were attacked while Scott Summers and Wolverine watched helplessly. Was this an attack from a new enemy?

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Somewhere in England, Psylocke and Rachel Summers shrieked as well as they too also felt something powerful awaken. To Rachel, it was a bit more like the phoenix telling her that a new player was coming in.

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Mr. Sinister and Apocalypse looked at their private sensors as they felt something powerful give birth. Both agreed that it was worth checking out.

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarriar were contacted from their operatives in England that were picking up some very powerful readings from a small rich neighbourhood.

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All of them were heading toward to England, or more specifically, to Privet Drive to investigate the power out of curiosity, a lust for power or to sooth their fears by destroying it before it grew too powerful.

Now do you see why Harry is having a bad day?

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In her house, Petunia Dursley was humming happily as she came back from shopping for her newest winter wear. It felt so good to be able to show up those neighbours of hers with her newest outfits. And if things went well with Vernon's latest sale, she might even buy another car to match with it. It was a little nippy today. She would have to go down the stores to buy a new sweater and scarf for Dudley. The poor boy was already out growing his old winter clothes at an incredible rate. So the ones that don't fit are given to her freakish sister's spawn.

Not that the brat needed a sweater.

Petunia scowled. Even for a freak, her nephew wasn't normal. She knew that even wizards suffered from the cold. She recalled her sister always would catch a cold during the cold winters. Her freak husband wore winter clothes as well. She also knew that they sell winter ware in that place. So why did he have such an immunity to the cold weather?

Harry did not catch colds. He did not know the meaning of them. He was actually hyperactive in the winter. He could be seen shovelling the walk with gusto she never saw when he would plant her flowers and mow the lawn during the spring. She noticed he seemed lethargic during the summer and often times would use the hose on him rather than on her much needed flowers. She took it for laziness and had punished him for it.

Another thing she had learned around him is to keep him away from water when she was punishing him. She had been attacked by a stray faucet explosion as well as have her freezer box suddenly burst open and attack her with the ice maker. When she had noticed how dirty and sweaty he had been after gardening one day, she had grabbed him and tried to wash his face, hard. She had almost lost her fingers then when the water froze and she had them stuck in. Then there was the sprinkler system incident: Something that neither Dursleys ever wanted to remember.

Needless to say, the Dursleys had learned that getting Harry worked up around water or any nearby freezing element was hazardous to their health. Not that it would ever stop Vernon or Dudley from beating him up when they could. They were just careful of where they did it.

Muttering a few other expletives about the boy, she sat on her nice clean couch and turned on the news, which showed a vicious snowstorm had attacked Privet...

Wait! That was her neighbourhood.

"... While no one knows what had caused the unusual weather, many of the children playing outside had not gotten inside in time. Many of them, unfortunately, will never get the full use of their fingers and toes again. How this strange weather is happening is on speculation. There has been accusation that a mutant has been seen here, but without further proof..."

She gasped. A snowstorm, frostbite! And it was at the worst in the elementary school Dudley went! She immediately went to phone Vernon before she grabbed her coat and ran out. As much as she liked to accuse the mutants for their own freakishness, she knew that it was not them. She knew who to blame! She was beginning to regret not taking Vernon's suggestion on abandoning him in an alley somewhere.

Heck, she should have taken Marjorie Dursley's suggestion to drown the boy. If she was lucky, the water would freeze up and trap him at the bottom.

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Up in the sky's a giant snake awoke from his nap as he felt a familiar power as well as noticed the very strange weather in a small neighbourhood. While used to the constant climate change this world has to offer, he had to admit that this particular one strange, considering that it was not cold enough to call upon a snowstorm.

"What is this?" A giant snake mused as he woke up from his nap. He turned to where the source of power came from and spotted a small boy running away from all the chaos, his body giving off an aura of power. Another Demi-god? One so young? Did one of those sex-crazed Olympians visit Midgard again?... no, he felt Asgardian. In fact, if he didn't know any better, he'd say he was...

"Hold on, is that not one of us?" He exclaimed as he felt a small link to the boy. He frowned at his age. While the boy may be a Lokison, it shouldn't be possible! Loki had been forbidden once again to leave Asgard, and for once he knew that his father had obeyed that command. That and he knew Loki had not had any more 'close encounters' with mortal women since their stepmother's death.

Looking closer at the terrified boy, he saw that the boy now had messy raven hair instead of white and large emerald eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Tis Harry!" he realized. The whole family knew who he was; their father never stopped talking about him when he had the chance.

Especially to tell them how much he missed him.

"By the gods, this does not bode well!" the giant ethereal snake muttered as he once again when he realized his brother was the one to call upon the snowstorm. In fact, the snow made no signs that it would slow down or even melt from the weather. There was only one being that had that capability to do that.

'That's Ymir's power. How on earth did that boy have the ability to get that? Even the Frost Giants would need the casket of winters to properly control that power!' he thought. He shook his head of that; there was no time for questions! If he didn't move quickly, many of the more dangerous Midgardians would also sense the boy and his powers.

"Wonderful, here they come." He muttered as he saw the X-jet, S.H.I.E.L.D. Heli-carrier, the Avengers ship and a deal of many other beings showed up to survey the scene. No doubt it would end in some sort of brawl. For some odd reason, it was a rule that when a great deal of super heroes showed up, a fight had to start. The sound of popping told him that the Aurors (many who were former deatheaters) have come out to play as well. They didn't take well with muggles, even extraordinary ones, doing what they should be doing. In fact, he was positive that there would be a war-zone in the neighbourhood.

Harry would be caught in the middle of it.

"I must save him before this escalates into a true disaster!" He groaned. This could very well nail the coffin for their father if something wasn't done to save his baby brother. The boy's life was the only thing that kept his father Loki from attempting to join their stepmother in the afterlife; something that all the Lokisons were doing their best to prevent.

Contrary to popular belief, Loki and his children were a close-knit family. While they were not above using each other in their schemes, the fact remains that they would gladly fight for one another, because let's face it; they only had each other, after all.

Their father's grief over Lily's death had been felt with them and they knew that if something wasn't done soon, the grief would tear Loki apart. Even Hela, their cold and stoic sister, was on the verge of actually letting the soul of Lily Potter go if it actually would stop their father's self-destructive path.

And she would have too if not for the fact that Lily Potter's soul was nowhere to be seen. She was not in her realm or even in the realm of Valhalla. She even spoke o the other Death Gods. Not one of them had her soul or even knew where it was. Her soul was either roaming the Midgard like a ghost or Voldemort had destroyed it in the last battle.

Under no circumstances do they suggest the latter to Loki. That would kill him for sure!

"Very well, it would seem that I must now be the noble hero now and save my brother." Jomungand shook his head at the ridiculousness of that statement as he called upon his powers of illusion.

Fate truly did have a sense of humour.

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Harry ran deep into a park as he tried to find someplace to hide. When those strange people in white dresses and sticks appeared, Harry ran as they had been blinded by the snow. He didn't know why, but something about them made him very nervous. He ran even faster when he saw ships land near the neighbourhood and recognized the S.H.I.E.L.D. ship. It was some sort of army thing that stopped bad people like him from around the world. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the superheroes he recognized as Excalibur appear and land there, as well as many other super heroes from around the world. Harry knew that they were all after him.

Harry would have gone to them and explained, but the Dursleys have often told him that the Excalibur were a band of freaks that made it their sole mission to kill bad freaks like him. They went and told him horrid stories of what each were capable of and what they would do to Harry should he show himself up. They told him that they would see him for the worthless little freak he was and wouldn't even waste the resources to lock him up with the other bad freaks but would kill him on the spot.

Poor little Harry believed them and was terrified of the superheroes.

Now they were here to kill him! What other reason was there for them to be here. Harry Potter sobbed as he leaned near a willow tree. The teams of Super heroes would come to kill him just as the Dursleys say they would. And why not? Look what he did! The school was buried in snow and the other kids were badly hurt. Maybe they should kill him, after all. He was a bad boy after all, just like the Dursleys always said he was.

Harry turned and looked at the lake. He walked slowly to the front of it and saw reflection. His hair and eyes were back to normal now that the power he had unleashed had escaped his body but the fact that it changed had only hammered on what a freak he was. Maybe the Dursleys were right about him.

Maybe he should go and join his parents.

As Harry prepared to jump in the lake and drown himself, he didn't know it now, but part of his wishes was about to come true.

"Are you sure you wish to do that, brother?" a deep voice rumbled behind him, causing Harry to jump. He turned and saw a slim man with purple hair and green eyes which were almost feline and he had sharp fangs in his smile. Harry looked at him and noticed something else.

"You're not real." He hissed as he noticed the man flicker ever so slightly like a TV does when it loses reception. That and he didn't smell much at all. In addition to a lot of energy whenever he was in the snow, Harry's five senses were stronger than an average human.

Unknown to Harry, he had slipped into a language known as parsel-tongue.

The fake man gave him a serpentine smile. "Very good! Not many people even with the gift of magic would have spotted that. You have talent." He complimented, a bit surprised to hear his tongue well-spoken in the boy. His smile softened when he saw how skinny he was in those overgrown rags he was wearing and saw the bruises and dried blood. This was not something he liked to see on any kid, let alone his own brother.

'Those mortals should pray for powerful friends and allies to protect them because father will not be happy about this.' He almost felt sorry for them... Oh, who was he kidding? He did not feel sorry for what will happen to the mortals at all. He was going to enjoy whatever unspeakable horror his father would unleash.

He leaned down and placed his hand on Harry's skinny shoulder. "You don't want to drown yourself, child. I know a place where you will be with family. A place where you will be happy."

Harry's eyes widened, then they narrowed in suspicion, bringing amusement in the man's eyes. Harry looked like his father whenever he did that. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I did not introduce myself. My name is Jomungand. And I am your older brother."

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The wraith had traveled in a form of a spirit was traveling deep in the gardens of France, sneering at all those worthless muggles whom were admiring the gardens. He was contemplating once again on what on earth happened on the day he had been vanquished.

What was that power that had rebounded back at him? And who was that being that had been in the guise of James. Before he had left, he saw the man appear in a strange green garb and hold the blasted boy. He also saw him cast a wandless spell on him before disappearing with the dead little mudblood. He had not stayed too long because a strange woman had appeared and had tried to drag him off. He did not know who she was but something about her caused him to flee in terror. From the way she looked, he had to assume she was in cahoots with that man that had been James Potter.

Whoever he was, he was powerful and that stood to reason that the boy would be powerful too.

He would have to find new means for power and he would have make sure it would counter with whatever that man was. No doubt if that boy was trained by him, he would be even more powerful than ever. Something that simply would not do! He was far more deserving of this power then that stupid brat was! Why should the son of a mudblood and blood traitor have this sort of power? Well, he knew ways of getting even more. He wouldn't normally consider it, but perhaps he should take up on the Elder God Set's offer of becoming his avatar or maybe even take Mephisto's offer. The worst that could happen is that he would take his soul and Voldemort had made sure that he was anchored to the world of the living.

Voldemort smirked. He could fool even the so-called immortal hell-gods if he wanted to, and once he had achieved true immortality, he might even take over their hells! And all that will be left for conquest would be heavens. But first, he would have to deal with the Potter boy.

'Defeated by a child! A half-blood at that! But whatever power they have will be nothing once I get back. I am Voldemort! I am the most powerful wizard in the history of...' He suddenly felt something grab on to his body and attempt to pull him away when several ghost chains suddenly appeared and locked on to the grounds of earth, keeping him from entering the afterlife. He turned to see a tall woman in green leotard with a large mask on top of her head and a sneer on her face.

Voldemort fled for his life. He did not know who this creature was, but ever since Halloween, she had been trying to capture him and failing. If not for his hocruxes, he was sure he would be suffering under her thumb. Never-the-less, he never stayed long enough to ask her name or what she wanted from him.

Next stop, Romania!

Hela glared at the retreating wraith. Once again she found that she could not drag this creature to her realm for punishment. She did not know what was anchoring this creature to Midgard, but she vowed that she would drag him to Niffleheim where he would be her new toy for her and her father to play with. That being was the reason her family was falling apart!

She would enjoy making it scream.

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Jomungand was getting nervous, he could sense some of the mutants were nearby and he was sure the Aurors would be closing in on them. If he could, he would have just grabbed Harry and run. But Harry's power had frightened him. He did not want to cause the boy to attack him with his ice powers. (Snakes do not do well with cold, even if their father is a frost giant spawn.) So he had to use his wits to get him. The problem was that he wasn't so good at that. It wasn't that he was stupid, as his father would never raise stupid children. It's just that his talent lay in different aspects of intelligent that did not involving using Loki's silver-tongue. For example, Fenris was good at not just attack his enemies with his strength and warrior skills, but he could psychologically weaken them with any knowledge he knew about them. Whilst he, Jomungand, was good at leading people into traps or tricking them with whatever cleverness he inherited from Loki.

And right now, he was calling upon all his cleverness to talk his brother into going with him.

"Please hurry Harry! What shall it be: stay here or come with me to a home where your true family is waiting for you?" he checked through his keen eye sight and almost groaned when he saw Wolverine with the Avengers. He had learned the hard way that his skin was only nearly invulnerable from that particular mortal.

"How do I know it's not a trick?" Harry glowered at him. He had been fooled before and given false promises by teachers and police officers. Every time they said they would help, they didn't and he would end up with a worse beating from the Dursleys for opening his mouth. He would not be fooled again.

"My dear brother, I'm a liar and a thief to others, but never with my family." He stated smoothly. "Besides, father misses you."

The glare disappeared and his eyes widened. "He does?"

Yes! The boy looked like he was starting to believe him.

"Yes, It has been years since I have seen a smile on his face. You might just be able to bring that back." 'I hope.' If Harry didn't cheer up his father, he and the others would be at wits end on what to do.

Harry had a million questions to ask, but the most important one he wanted to know was this. "Is mummy with him?"

Jomungand was uncomfortable at the spark of hope in his eyes that he knew he was about to extinguish with his answer. Normally, the Lokisons didn't care about hurting one another's feelings as they had been raised to not consider them sometimes. Politeness, kindness and affection were very few and far between for them. Even their own mother did not put up a fight when they had been taken away and exiled when their existence was discovered. Loki had at least protested.

"Nay," he shook his head. "Your mortal mother is gone." He shifted awkwardly as Harry burst into tears. The poor boy had probably been hoping his mother had been alive too. He kneeled and awkwardly patted him on the back. "You would have liked her. She was an extraordinary mortal." He muttered, trying to summon his manners that Hela had drilled in him. For being a little sister, Hela seems to think it's perfectly alright to push him and Fenris around.

"Really?" Harry hiccupped. Jomungand shrugged.

"I assume she was as that was how father described her. She must have been, to catch father's attention and win his black heart. He normally loses interest so very easily. Now you must hurry and make your decision if you want to go meet him or not, small brother. The heroes are coming and they will either kill you or use you for your powers."

Now that was a lie! While they would have loved to have such an adorable boy on their side with his powers, they would have been more interested in rescuing him, especially at the state he's in. But Harry didn't know that and it worked in his plans if he didn't.

Harry gulped. He didn't want any of that. He wanted to go anywhere but here. The worst would be that the Dursleys would take him back. If this man was lying, it wouldn't matter because he would be as far away from them as possible. If this man was a kidnapper, at least he won't be a problem from anyone anymore.

"I'll go with you."

Jomungand smiled and disappeared before his eyes. Before Harry could cry out in shock, he saw something move in front of him near the woods, for a moment, they looked like giant snake coils before he saw a large bright light in the form of a door. (1)

"This is the portal that will lead you to him. Go there and wait for him there! Tell him Jomungand sent you!" A loud voice rumbled around him. "Hurry, they are gaining!" Harry could also hear voices and it sounded like they were moving closer to where he was.

Without hesitation, Harry jumped into the portal. Jomungand coiled around the portal, sealing it.

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Albus Dumbledore was working on his reports to the Board of school Governors. While he signed the papers, his mind went back on that fateful Halloween night that had brought him the chosen one to finally defeat Tom Riddle.

Dumbledore had been curious when he had learned that the bodies of both James and Lily were not at the scene, but Voldemort would have had killed them to get to Harry. However, the amount of blood spilled from James showed that he had died. Also, the enchantment that had been activated proved that Lily had indeed died. So he had to assume that the bodies were moved somewhere. No doubt Voldemort had wanted to make an example of them and display their bodies to the public. However, since he is dead, then there was no way for any of them to retrieve their bodies from wherever he sent them, they had to bury two empty caskets in Godric's hallow.

"It's quite a shame. They were brilliant and talented. They could have revolutionized our world had they lived. Especially Lily, with her ideas on how to better interact with Muggles and ways to help Muggleborns' better understand our world and traditions." He sighed as he signed a few papers. Fawkes opened his eyes and let out a soft trill.

"Yes, my friend. They do live on in their son. But I do wish that there had been a better way."

He had wished there had been a better way. But sacrifices had to be made in a war. As useful as they had been, he needed Harry, and just Harry. Had they lived, who knows how he would have turned out. He might have turned out like his mother, an eager to learn but hot-tempered young man with too much knowledge on his side on how to get out of situation. Or he would have turned out like his father, an arrogant prankster with a talent of sweet talking his teachers and students alike while having devastating magical prowess.

Both types of Harry would have been useless for his plans.

He had also learned that Sirius would have legally gotten Harry if anything happened to them. Which is why, in a way, it was a good thing he had been a traitor after all, though he had his suspicion that not all was as it seems. And even if Sirius was innocent, he would not agree with the blood wards. He would have taken Harry and raised him to be differently then what he had intended from his plans. As bad as James had been, Sirius was worse. At least James had matured and realized there are consequences to his actions. Sirius, on the other hand, was the epitome of a Gryffindor: Brash, headstrong and always acts before he thinks.

While he needed Harry to be a Gryffindor too, He also needed him to be a certain way for his plans to work. He needed to be self-sacrificing, eager to live up to his parents' lives and ready to do the right thing over the easy; hence why he was at his Aunt's house. While he knew there were other wards just as powerful or so, especially in Hogwarts, he needed Harry there to mold him into the perfect pawn.

The world needed a saviour, not a prankster raised by the last member of the Black family. And if he knew Black, he would have made him his heir as well. That was even worse. As Heir, he would have had access to the Black family library. If there was one thing worse than an arrogant rich prankster, it was a dark arrogant rich prankster.

So Harry had to stay with the Dursleys.

He knew it would give Harry a less than standard life, but he would make up for it by giving him leeway in school and introducing him to the Weasleys. It would solidify his way to the Gryffindor house. They would keep him on his path, let him enjoy himself as a child while at the same time keep him from becoming too knowledgeable or too powerful.

Speaking of power, there was something strange about Harry's power. One of his accidental magic had been his ability to grow his hair back. His aunt had completely chopped off his hair for the first day of school only for it to grow back messier than ever. When he had checked him, he had learned that the boy had some sort of Metamorphmagnus. It was strange to see Harry with one because he was sure that neither the Potters had that nor Lily Evans, though brilliant, was a first generation witch and showed no signs of this. He found it strange because the power was stronger and more attuned then the average (though very few) Metamorphmagnus had. This was a rare talent, but it would have been very obvious in the muggle world because it was constantly changing him if he had no control. So he had partially sealed it away.

It was all for the greater good, after all.

Of course he hoped not to seal any more of the boy's powers again, when he had made an attempt, his magic attacked and gave him a severe case of frostbite. Another thing was Harry's link to ice. Every time he would come to check on Harry, it was something water or ice related. He had ignored it at first as accidental magic. But it was becoming frequent lately and he had to conclude Harry was an elemental, but it was water and ice he had an affinity of. It would have been better if it had been fire. While it was more dangerous and difficult to control, it was the element that Godric Gryffindor had. Water was the element that Salazar Slytherin was said to have, which also made him into quite the potions master. So he had tried to seal that away. Something he would never attempt again as he had been half-encased in ice for a while until the teaching staff defrosted him.

As he started to think of a way to trap Voldemort, who would no doubt attempt to attack the school as soon as Harry entered Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at his monitors on his desk and his eyes widened when he saw them flickering. This meant Harry had released a powerful wave of magic.

And even worse, it was felt all around the world in every magical community and then some.

He had to get to Harry before the Ministry did first, or worse, the deatheaters. He immediately called for Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick. It wasn't until he saw the small purple quartz on his bookcase short out that he realized how serious the situation.

"No!" He shouted as he saw the Quartz finally flicker out and die. That Quartz meant that Harry was no longer on this earth.

Where was Harry Potter?

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In the skies, beyond the sight of normal human or wizard eyes, Jomungand let out a sigh of relief as he saw his brother disappear from the planet.

"Never let it be said that Jomungand doesn't help out the family." He mused. He perhaps should have warned the boy about the frost giants, storm giants and any number of creatures that would love to eat him. Perhaps sending Harry to Jotumheim was a bad idea, but it was the only portal on Midgard that did not require the use of the Bifrost Bridge, where Heimdall would see him and reveal him to all of Asgard. If Harry thought being stoned to death was bad, he would be dealing with warriors who would love to have their revenge on Loki through him.

Besides, today was Loki's wedding anniversary and he spent a large amount of time near her tomb. The portal from here was right near the tombs of the ice queens, so he had not been lying to Harry when he told him that his father would be there for him. The funny thing was Loki would not be expecting it and it will come out as such a surprise for the trickster.

He was a Lokison. Where would the fun be if told people before hand the surprise?

And as for the humans responsible for hurting him, he had a good mind to eat them, but that would attract the attention of the heroes, who would contact Thor. His father probably had a more insidious plan in mind for them anyway, once he sees the state his youngest is in.

'Speak of the devil, he should be visiting Lilly right about now. I wonder how he'll react.'

TBC

For those of you confused, there is a portal from here to Jotumheim. Only Jomungand can take you there be moving his coils, as explained in the comics.

Next up! Harry, meet Loki. Loki, meet Harry. It would be touching If not for the misunderstandings, all the frost giants and did I mention Loki's temper. The next chapter will have us take a look at how the five years have been treating Loki.

In the far future of the fic, there will be no Weasley bashing, I like the family too much even though some of them had their bad moments. Whether Ron will be close to Harry or not will depend on how far I change Harry.

This is not an evil Dumbledore fic. But he will come off as manipulative. HE will definitely not approve with Harry's behaviour and actions when he eventually goes to Hogwarts. He won't be stupid or senile (at least not too senile.) he'll know something is up with Harry and he will try to plan against it.

As for Snape, Fudge, Malfoy, Voldemort, and anyone else I can think of... well, Harry is going to he raised by the God of Mischief, who will also have a big hand on what will be done.

In other words, their fates, like the Dursleys, are sealed.