Knightowl: Thank you for the correction. I misspelled it for the name of the Green Lantern villain from the DC comics.

Sorry it took so long, been summer job hunting again.

Disclaimer: I still don't own them, if I owned them, I'd be the All-Mother.

Chapter Four: Fire and Ice

Thor sighed as he reached the bifrost bridge of Asgard. He had gone down to Midgard to see what had caused such a disturbance only get involved in a between between his mutant friends and the magical authorities of Britain. Of course, while they had been arguing about who does what and whose authority, the snow storm that had appeared had started to go out of control.

The storm was powerful. Even the combined efforts of Him, a few wizards, and the X-man Storm made it difficult to control the Blizzard. Personally, Thor was more attuned to Thunderstorms so he was of little help, the same with the wizards. Storm had a hard time controlling it at first before she managed to dissipate it. She was however, very worried about the boy. Mutants didn't get their powers until their teens; to have it so young was rare. It was even rarer that the one that had it was so powerful. He could easily be classed as an omega class. Except he wasn't a mutant, as when he had unleashed the power did not register in Cerebro according to Cyclops.

So he was something else?

Storm claimed that as a teen, it was very difficult to control her powers, especially when she was emotional. For a child so young to have them was dangerous, he had to be taken to the institute, whether he was a mutant or not. That kind of power in a child's hands who is untrained was apocalyptic. They had further investigated to learn that the boy had been bullied by the other students and it had not been the first time. According to the students and the teachers, he was the troublemaker; however, the school cameras clearly stated that he was the one attacked. Not only that, but Psylocke and Rachel picked up the thoughts of the children. They had lied about the true bullies of the neighbourhood and the boy had been treated like the neighbourhood pariah from the obese boy, who had thrown such a fit after being pulled out of the snow. Many of the team members wanted to shove him back in the snow again, while the more violent ones wanted to make sure he did lose his fingers and toes. Through another telepathic probing, they learned that many of the kids joined in because it looked like fun, seeing nothing wrong with attacking Harry since many of them had gotten him into trouble before. It wasn't like their parents supported them, but they did nothing to deter them from attacking the boy, as they thought he deserved it.

Just when Thor thought he could not be anymore disgusted by what he heard, a furious Iron man stomps out and tells his Avengers to follow him into the Security room. There, they showed the video of what had happened mere minutes ago.

Thor growled as he remembered what he had seen in the videos. He had nearly called on his fiercest thunderstorms when he learned how the boy had been able to unleash this power. He was so angry that the storm almost returned from its dispersion. Donald Blake did not help matters by looking at the video and noticing how he was dressed and how much smaller he was for a first grader.

"He's not the right height and looks way too skinny. I'll need to thoroughly examine him, but I don't think he's in child-friendly environment." He had stated. "One would think the teachers would have noticed something so obvious."

On Asgard, children were cherished and to be protected. Yet here, these people whom were in charge of bestowing knowledge to the little ones had allowed this to happen to the boy. Unfortunately, they could do nothing against them now because they had no proof. The wizards had decided to stick their noses where they had no business to be; in addition to wiping out the memories of key witnesses and sending them away, one of the aurors (Dawlisher something) had sent a blasting spell of sorts and destroyed the video room and any evidence of the boy's abuse. What happened next was a blur as he and many other mutants had allowed their rage get the best of them and started a shouting contest. The wizard did not help matters by acting superior and claiming that they were on authority to wipe out any Muggles memories to hide from their world. Then he proceeded to tell them how they were in the right in what they do and that since Harry Potter (the poor child's name) was a wizard, they should leave everything to them.

That was pretty much when a brawl started.

Many of them found their wands floating in the air when Rachel focused her powers and then Cyclops had burned them out. Scarlet Witch proved to be a better witch when she transfigured several of them into frogs and had even caused them to switch minds to a random wizard or animal periodically, confusing the wizards on who's who. The defenceless wizards found that they were completely out of shape against the likes of Captain Britain, Captain America, Colossus , and a very angry Wolverine. Those that do keep in shape found themselves outmatched in every way. It was rather embarrassing when one of the bulkier wizards found himself beaten up by one of the smaller mutants like the Rogue. It would have gotten worse, (for the wizards) if one of them had not gotten a good look at Thor.

"Sweet Merlin, that's Thor! That's the god Thor. I should know: I did my thesis on him for Ancient Runes." Hestia screamed, and then fainted certain that she and her team would suffer death by lightning.

Thor smiled grimly at the memory. He normally didn't enjoy worshipers grovelling at his feet, but it had been nice when those wizards sang a different tune. As one of the gods to call forth in their runic magic, he was pretty popular, especially to those so-called pure-blood lords. Not only was his power often used to call upon strength, protection and even to amplify power, but he was called upon for successful marriages for many of the old families. His hammer was one that granted fertility and was still, to this day used to grant one to the bride in the more traditional wizarding marriages to insure a fertile family. If he was displeased, he would guarantee that the parents remained childless.

It was no secret to the wizards why the Lestranges did not have heirs, as they had murdered two of his favourite worshippers in his own temple: both Muggleborns.

A wizard named Kingsley, after he angrily dismissed the Dawlish character for instigating the fight, explained to them that Harry Potter was a wizard that had been placed there for protection. While they had heard rumours that his life was not idyllic, they had done this to protect him from the deatheaters. He had never dreamed that this was what was happening, or he would have gone to great lengths to make sure he was protected from the muggles as well. Thor had not been impressed by the explanation.

"This boy, a mere babe, hath saved thee lives, done what you so called powerful wizards should have done yourselves, and yet ye thank him by placing him in such a life. If we find him, he will not go to ye; ye have proven to be unworthy to protect such a child. I will take him in and place him in my protection." He coldly states. Kingsley had nodded in understanding and had the decency to look ashamed. He had known from the reports and constant accidental magic where he defended himself that he had been attacked by his relatives or the neighbourhood children, but Dumbledore assured him that he was safer there and that he would even have a word with the Dursleys about this. Now Harry was gone and they had no one to blame but themselves.

Thor sighed as he finally reached the entrance of Asgard, where Heimdall faithfully stood. When SHIELD showed up, they had not been amused with the fight that they could see from miles away. He had then threatened to have a word with the Minister of Magic if they ever considered picking a fight with the heroes again. He also made it clear that their interference prevented them from getting a good enough read on where the boy was. Now he was off the chart and probably lost. With the wizards leaving with their tails between their legs, Fury demanded a report and was furious to learn that all evidence of the boy's existence as well, footage had been wiped out by the Aurors. With no evidence or file on the boy, they couldn't prosecute anyone. Iron man swore that he would find something and won't let any of them get away with this. Captain Britain decided to go have a world with his superiors on how far they would let the wizarding world's hand reach the non-magical world. Thor had decided to head back to Asgard, seeing his mortal friends handling this. Since no one remembered what had happened and there was no witnesses to the fight, none of them, not even SHIELD, felt the need to pay for the extensive property damages.

Whoever the boy was, he was long gone.

"Hopefully, he is not in the hands of the mortal villains. They are black hearted enough to corrupt an innocent frightened child to join them in their evil." He muttered as he knew many villains would just love to take such a powerful child with promises of love and acceptance. He had seen some of Mr. Sinister's spies watching the scene and Wolverine was sure Mystique had just disappeared off to report to Magneto.

"Heimdall, how are things while I have been gone?" he asked when he eventually reached his old comrade.

"Your father slipped back in the Odinsleep, though what had occurred had disturbed him greatly. Your mother Frigga is behaving quite strangely, something about her tapestry falling apart by the seams." Thor froze at that. The tapestry was an important form of focus for Frigga to interpret the future. If it was falling, what did it mean? Was Frigga no longer capable to see into the future? What had caused it?

Was it connected to the small boy with the power?

"Tis grim news indeed. Has anything been done?" Thor asked as he hoped he would not have to bring the child here. Someone with that sort of power could easily be feared, and that is the last thing he wants the boy to feel, especially if he is connected to the destruction of Queen Frigga's tapestry.

"Balder has gone to seek the soothsayer Volla to learn what has happened, Sif has gone to the Valkyries to have them prepare for the worst. This strange power has disturbed everyone." He paused, and then he gave a heavy sigh. "Forgive me, I exaggerate. It has disturbed everyone but the former trickster. It does not matter to him, but then, nothing matters to him anymore these days."

Thor felt his heart ache once again at the misery and pain his brother still holds in his heart. Ever since he came back he has done nothing but mourn. Odin and Frigga had hoped that time would heal all wounds but it seemed that time has amplified his pain every year without this woman. He no longer had his usual appetites: he no longer ate like he used to do, lost all interest in reading or the arts, avoids any sort of physical activities with the women of Asgard or merry-making . He has even given up his mischief. So he is now the former trickster to the eyes of the people as he no longer causes any chaos in Asgard.

In fact, to be honest with himself, Asgard had gotten quite boring. Loki didn't even have his usual verbal spars with anyone anymore. Fandral had stopped teasing him as he no longer responded to them. Normally, when Loki and Fandral argued, it had Loki retaliating with words that, when in a good mood, have the entire audience laughing, even Fandral himself. If he was in a terrible mood, he would say things that had even the stoic Hogun the Grim drop his mouth.

Now these days, Loki would shrug or mutter "If you say so." Or say "Perhaps tis true." He no longer rises to the bait and just looks sorrowful. Fandral gave up as he could see the Trickster was no longer a challenge.

"He has become less and less amusing with each passing day. I shan't believe to say this, but I miss the troublemaker."Fandral has said sadly as Loki had left him with his head bowed down.

To make matters worse, Loki had not spoken to his family in years, not out of sorrow but out of spite. Loki seemed to hold them in a silent contempt; he made no efforts to even try to be part of the family and had distant himself even further than ever. He avoided Odin like the plague and if he is forced to meet him, he makes himself as respectful as possible without saying much, to Odin's great sadness. With Frigga, he would give her an icy stare while he ignored all her attempts to open up. She was normally left in tears by the time Loki walked away from her.

With Thor, he had half-expected his brother to come back worse than ever in trying to kill him or hurt his friends. But to his surprise, Loki also ignored him. He made no attempt to approach him, much less attack him. He did not receive even a look of contempt. In fact, he made no signs that he knew Thor existed.

Thor had overheard Sif have an argument to the silent god of Mischief. She had noticed how sad Odin seemed each day at Loki's silence and how it was devastating Thor and Queen Frigga.

"Do you have no consideration or love whatsoever, Loki! Never mind, I realize that it is a foolish question to ask for one as heartless as you. You must realize that this childish attitude of yours is devastating your family!" She had yelled, furious with what she thought was Loki's new plot to harm Thor. Loki had blinked in confusion and said something that broke Thor's heart.

"I do not understand what you mean, Lady Sif. Mother and father have been dead and buried for many years and I have not said anything to harm them as I love and respect them too much to do that. As for my brother, or should I say brothers," He looked at her in the eye. "They are most likely running from a bloodthirsty mob of wizards and witches; no doubt a result of Padfoot's twisted idea of a joke." He then turned to leave, but not before muttering "Just as long as they leave Prongslet out of it, I shall not complain."

Thor's heart had broken then. Loki saw his mortal family more as his family then his divine one. No wonder he made no attempts to attack him or challenge him. He probably thought he wasn't worth it before. Thor never thought he would hope Loki would attack him just to, at least, show he cared.

The only person that seems to be getting through to Loki was his immortal wife Sigyn, she was the only one that managed to get him to eat, even if it was mere mouthfuls and sleep, even if it was short naps, and when he sought out comfort, she literally was there with open arms. Their relationship had increased ever since he had returned. Loki seemed to confide in her more and more while Sigyn listened and comforted him. At one point, Thor had actually watched Loki weep in her arms as Loki told her how it was his entire fault that she had died and how it should have been him.

Sigyn had let him and showed no signs of jealousy of the mortal woman that had stolen Loki's heart completely to a point that her death had broken her husband up. In fact, Sigyn had told Thor that she was glad that someone had finally brought Loki back to the side of good and had made him forget his wicked ways. She was only regretful that it wasn't her.

Their close relationship seemed to open Loki up little by little. While he still remained depressed, quiet and incapable of mischief, at least he no longer looked like a citizen of Hel whenever he walked around in the palace. Sigyn also showed how loyal she was with her husband by making no attempts to let anyone know about what he talked about to him, as she wished to keep her now very close relationship with her husband. She claimed that it had fallen to her to bring Loki back. As his wife; she will not betray Loki's trust by telling them his intimate secrets.

"Loki has already left as soon as it was confirmed that the All-father has slipped back to his sleep and that you were returning. He left to see her again." Heimdall stated grimly, causing Thor to get out of his morbid thoughts.

Thor looked sorrowful as he knew who "her" was. The mysterious mortal wife of Loki. To this day, they still did not know her name. Loki refused to tell them who she was.

"By Odin's eye, will my brother ever move past this grief? Will he continue to pin over this woman who no longer is among the living for all eternity? What must I do to have my brother back?" Thor shouted, coming close to tears. Was his father right? Was Loki truly dead and that thing that looked like him was nothing but an empty shell? He did not want to believe that! There had to be some way to have his brother back.

Heimdall felt a tear of his own slide off his face. Normally, he tried not to cry as the last time he did that, he had released Loki from his conditioned imprisonment from his tree. But one had to be made of stone to not feel for the anguished Thor and his broken brother.

"Perhaps it is not just her death that has done this, my lord. Perhaps Loki suffers from a different sort of loss?"

"What does thou mean? Speak, Heimdall." Thor ordered. Any clue that may help Loki would be good.

"When he sits on the balcony of the palace or perches on the palace roof, He stares forlornly at the children playing in the parks or off to their lessons. He looks at them with a despondent face that reminds me of Volstagg when he has been separated too long from his children."

Thor paled at what Heimdall was hinting. "What you speak..."

"I speak that perhaps Loki left far more behind then a broken heart in Midgard. We know nothing about where Loki has been or who she is. Mayhap they had created something together." Heimdall sighed. "After all, we all know Loki is fond of children, especially his own."

Thor looked at Heimdall before he returned to the great halls. Heimdall sighed and went back to watching the bridge. He was simply speaking a theory. But he was old and wise enough to know that many things are possible, especially when it came to the former trickster. Besides, when he had viewed the boy that had unleashed the power, he resembled Loki as a child, except his eyes were greener. He also displayed a power he had only seen in Ymir himself. Heimdall, however, did not dare tell Thor of this theory. Even he knew how cruel many have been to Loki and that the Jotun was not completely blameless. He was also aware that many Asgardians, especially Amora the Enchantress and Skurge the Executioner, would use the innocent child as revenge against Loki for what he had done to her.

Besides, if what he saw that went between the boy and the Midgard serpent was real, than the boy might be just the thing to bring Loki back from the realm of the living dead.

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Thor continued his trek to his father's throne room and sat as he took in what he had learned today.

"Truly? Did Loki really have a legacy left behind as the mortal wizard?" he mused out loud.

Thor sighed sadly as he realized that if Loki did have a child somewhere, he most certainly will not tell anyone about it. He had learned his lesson the first time after his three monstrous children had been taken from him.

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The first thing Harry noticed was white. When he had fallen in that portal, he had been hit by a gust of wind, followed by the heaviest snow he ever felt when he landed. He had left a deep imprint of his body like that of a cartoon, which is fortunate that Harry was in the snow as it had cushioned his fall considering how high he had been. Moving around the thick snow, Harry slowly climbed his way back up, suddenly glad that he never felt cold, as he felt that he might have turned into a human ice cream if he did. As soon as he stood from his descent, he saw a cave, as Harry walked; he sank on the snow for a few feet. It was a good thing that the more he walked, the more used he was of this heavy weather. In fact, Harry found himself walking on top of the snow despite how deep it was. The snow seemed to be keeping him up, something that Harry did not take too much notice, strange things always happened to him whenever he was in the snow.

"Wow..." Harry awed as he saw how pretty everything was. The floor showed his reflection, and the light from the outside sparkled at the chandelier-like ceiling. As Harry trotted forward, he found himself looking at giant blue women the size of a skyscraper. The women were pretty, in a scary way. All tall, in gowns with jewellery. They looked big and strong enough to lift up a truck. As he looked around at all the crystals, Harry's scar prickled.

'Harry...'

Harry looked up, he heard someone say his name. Didn't he? But he looked around but saw no one but ice crystals with the giant ladies. As he walked closer to the last one, he noticed gold and jewels were left at the bottom of all their feet.

"Harry... not Harry... please not Harry...

Harry bit his lip as his scar bled. In his mind, he saw a hooded man with a stick glare at the pretty woman. He finally reached the tomb of Lily Potter, wife of Loki Laufeyson. Tears in his eyes prevented him from properly seeing her.

"Stand aside silly girl." The monster hissed, annoyed.

"Please, kill me, instead. Please, not Harry. Please, kill me. Take me instead but spare him." She weeped as she bravely stood between him and that monster.

"This is your last warning!"

"Please, have mercy... not Harry... please not Harry..."

"So be it, Avada Kedavra!" And then a bright green light.

"Mummy!" Harry sobbed as he leaned his bleeding forehead on the ice tomb of Lily Potter. As Harry sobbed, he started to remember the horrid man's face, and how evil he looked, how he laughed that high-pitched laugh. He pointed the wand at him and said "Avada Kedvra!" then another green light followed by pain and the monster screaming.

Harry sobbed as the pain in his scar intensified. Was he asleep again? Was he dreaming all this and was really back in his cupboard? As Harry cried, he felt the pain disappear as he pressed his forehead on the tomb. He suddenly, felt warm for the first time in a long time, as if he was being held by someone. Looking up and drying his tears, Harry saw the last queen and looked confused. This was no giant at all! She looked normal size, like a human. She wasn't blue either. How come?

She had nice-looking long red hair and a pretty face and she reminded him of princess or ballerina. Harry felt tears come back in his eyes at the dead lady. She was so pretty that seeing her dead was so terrible. She looked like she had been kind, too. And the dress was like royalty. Maybe she really was a princess?

She also looked like the lady in his dream, the one that told the monster to kill her instead.

"Mummy?" Was this pretty woman his mummy? If she was, at least she didn't look like his Aunt Petunia. He wished she was his mummy, but Harry was sure someone so pretty couldn't possibly be his mum. He went back to look at the other giants, comparing her with that pretty small one. As he looked at more and more of the women, Harry realized that if there were dead giants, then there were live giants too. What if someone came back here! He'd be eaten. They might grind his bone to make his bread like they tried to do to Jack in Jack and the beanstalk.

Harry ran out of the tomb, not knowing that he had left his blood on Lily's tomb.

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Twenty minutes after Harry had left, Loki landed down as he walked into the tomb, his hands filled with tiger lilies from Idunna's garden. Despite the fact that he had once played a horrid trick to her that had her kidnapped, Idunna had felt sorry for the miserable god and allowed him to stay in her garden as much as he liked. The red Lilies were his favourite; they reminded him so much of his red-headed spitfire of a wife. In fact, while he had been Prongs, he had christened his wife with the name, 'Tiger-Lily'.

Loki walked up to the tomb of Lily, giving a rueful smile as he approached her. No matter how many times Loki has seen her face, he found himself finding new details about her face that made it impossible for him to tire of her. If anyone had told Loki decades ago that a mortal female would show him what love and devotion was, he would have them sent to the healers, after he was done beating them for even insinuating that the God of Evil would even care to know such weakness. But a weakness she was to him, he found that he could truly no longer enjoy the things he used to without her there. There were days when he refused to even get out of bed, let alone get on with life.

Of course, Sigyn helped him overcome that when it had been particularly brutal.

Like the others, Sigyn had been pushed away from Loki as he wanted nothing more to do with anyone. He wished to wallow to his misery all alone. However, the goddess of Fidelity would have none of that. She stayed with him and tried to talk to him every single day. She held him in his sleep when they went to bed, she fed him his favourite food, even when he did not eat much, and she comforted him when the memories became too much for him.

One day, she had seen the fruition of her devotion. When she saw Loki sprawled on the floor, sobbing, she gathered him in her arms and wrapped him in a comforting hug. At first, he resisted, and then he clutched her so tight he had nearly crushed his ribs as he wept. As she held him until there were no more tears to cry, he said the first word he had said since her death.

"Lily."

"Pardon, Loki?" she had asked, her blue eyes penetrating his green.

"Her name was Lily Ann Evans."

That was when the floodgates burst as he told her everything, from the insignificant details of her life to her intimate secrets, from her favourite color to her greatest accomplishments, from the number of freckles on her face to the many amazing spells of her own creations. By talking about her and weeping his loss, Loki had begun his first step of accepting her death.

But he still loved Lily, more than ever even.

He knew it was not fair to Sigyn, and he found that he was growing more and more in love with Sigyn again. But he could not let Lily go, he could not bear the fact that she was haunting Midgard, forever in despair of no longer living rather than going to her ultimate reward.

"Where are you, Tiger-Lily? You are neither in the halls of Valhalla nor in Niffleheim. You have disappeared all together. Are you on Midgard, watching over our son? Are you lost in some unknown limbo? Will I spend all eternity never to see you again? Will my hand never feel your cheek again? Will I never see your kind eyes look upon me with love? Will I never see you brighten up the world with your smile?" Loki asked the frozen body. He had even sought her out in the realm of the dead. Hel had promised that she would continue to find the time to find her both she had lately been occupied by an errant soul that had been eluding her for years. She did not go into any details and Loki did not press her on it, as he could see that his daughter was in one of her 'moods'.

As Loki spreads the lilies down, he noticed something different. Having been here many times, Loki memorised every nuances of Lilly's tomb. He did not recall this strange red substance on the tomb. Loki leaned forward and realized it was blood. And as he examined it further, he realized it was mortal blood. He did not even question how a mortal got into Jotumheim, let alone how he entered a magically protected tomb. All he knew was that trespassers had been here! His eyes gave off a red flare as fury consumed him.

Infidels? In the Queens tombs? He stands up and dashes out of the cave, taking off in flight. He would find the owner of the blood and spill the rest of it.

OoooOoooO

A large Frost giant stomped off the side of the mountain trail, dragging his club made of ice behind. He was a dreadful sight, as tall as he was wide, with a putrid smell to match. Finally, he stomped off the mountain and went on his way.

Harry slowly poked his head out of a snow bank. He had been frightfully afraid that he would get caught by the giant. He had actually seen a few more before he hid. He was sure they smelled him because they sniffed the land where he was. They didn't see him though as Harry would hide in either the snow, a tree or in a small little cave. What kind of place had giants of all things?

"Where am I?" Harry whispered. He should have known better then to trust a stranger. Now look, he was in a land where giant people lived. Oh, how he wished Jack the Giant Killer was here, Harry had no wish to die by being eaten by a giant. He was so scared, but he had to leave the mountain somehow. Besides, didn't that Jomunny guy say his daddy was here? He had to go and see him, ask him why he went away and if he could stay with him and not the Dursleys.

Perhaps giants were all gone now, maybe he can now venture into the light. Harry waited several minutes. When he saw no giants coming, he couldn't take it anymore and slowly stepped out of the side of the snow bank and stepped out of his hiding place.

He immediately regretted it.

Loki had flown about the mountain to find the infidel that had dared to invade the secret tombs of ice Queens. No doubt it had stolen the treasures that were placed at the feet of the Queens of Frost Giants.

He noticed someone hiding in the shadows and had turned into a small sparrow to sneak up behind him. Seeing who it was from the back, it looked like a boy that had seen better days. He also took note in the lack of warm clothes. For a moment, Loki felt pity. This poor boy did not look like a thief but a poor little child lost in a dangerous world. But then he was reminded that he had been that age when he was a thief himself, and even he would no better than to rob from graves or temples or worship.

His anger came back in full rush as he transformed back into his true form and grabbed the boy.

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Among the star, Uatu sighed as he looked away from the scene before him. "Before we continue, I would like to point out many facts to those who do not fully understand the foolhardy action that Loki has done." He announced.

"The first thing I will explain is about Frost Giants. They are giants that could survive the harsh winters of their world and have even been famed of making ice weapons. However, not all the giants have the same capabilities. Many have special capabilities that render them useful for other means other than that of fighting. It is there that the nature of Loki's mischief and trickery had been born." Uatu stated as he sat down. "The giants are known for their strength and power, and while capable of magic or even seeing through magic, they are a rare lot. Only those educated and ambitious enough to learn can be true wielders of magic. Even then, they need a spark of magic within them to achieve this. Those with the spark can call upon their element and freeze their enemies and even make small weapons with them. However, they cannot call upon the snow or control their environment. Only the casket of winters, which assumed by the royal lines could wield them."

"The second is Loki himself. Despite the fact that he is the son of the late King Laufey of the Frost Giants, Loki does not have any capabilities similar to the frost giants. He is not as strong as them or as fast and he cannot make any weapons of his own. He would let the dwarves or Blacksmiths make the weapons for him. Loki has the greatest potential to do magic then any giant or Asgardian could have. No one has ever come close to the power he wields or to match his cunning mind. Said power has augmented over the years when he traded the soul of his mentor for more powers to the Fire Demon King of known as Surtur of Muspelheim in order to gain more power in order to exact his revenge on his half-brother Thor."

"Loki has one weakness: Water. When he exchanged the life of Eldred for more power, he gained not just more magic and knowledge, but the element of fire from Fire Demon, making him the god of fire. He is now the only frost giant that does not have a weakness to heat. However, when that happened, Loki found he no longer had the immunity towards ice anymore or the ability to survive in it, quite the opposite. Since ice is the solid form of water, Loki found that sometimes he needed a coat to visit the realm Jotumheim at times. If soaked, he would lose his powers as they are nullified when his body was too damp. He also found that he could no longer swim anymore as he had done as a child since he would go into shock when placed in cold water. The water would have to be boiling point before Loki could be comfortable to wash."

"Finally, there is little Harry Potter. Not only does he have the powers of ice by his side, but he can control the area around him that holds the ice. The land of forever winter acts as his shield, his weapon and his very home field advantage. Harry's body also is naturally cold, but if he focuses it, he might lower the temperature to comfortable levels, or increase it to a point where everything that touches him turns to ice. Harry will one day learn that he could even create weapons and golems with his ice that do not melt no matter what the season around him, due to the potent magic he has inherited from his parents. Unfortunately, Harry does not have that control yet. In fact, placing him in a situation that is stressful or frightening has caused him to lose what little control he has with the great power at the tips of his fingers."

"With these facts," He said as he turned back to watch the disaster that was about to take place, "You can understand that their first meeting will be quite messy."

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Harry screamed as he struggled from being eaten, thinking a giant had caught him. Loki was suddenly shocked to find his feet had frozen and the ice was growing up to his waist. Before he could counter the ice, Harry decked him hard with the back of his elbow. Loki dropped him as he clutched his now bleeding nose. However, Harry was not done yet.

As soon as he fell on the snow, Harry turned around from the ground and aimed his hands at him. Loki was stunned to see ice fly out of his hand and right to his face. A moment later, Loki was frozen solid.

Harry stood in shock at his hands as he realized that he had done this.

As Harry disappeared down further to the side of the mountain, the ice around Loki started to crack as his eyes glowed.

That boy was in so much trouble.

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Harry broke out into a run, tripping several times to escape the man that had grabbed him. Who was he and why did he grab him? Was he a bad man? Why was everyone after him today? While thinking this, Harry forgot all about the giants in this area and nearly ran into one. Harry froze and backed away from the snarling creature.

"Well, well, what have we here?" the giant smirked as lumbered towards a terrified Harry. He was huge and so fat, even fatter the Uncle Vernon. He was blue with really sharp teeth and eyes that reminded him of that monster that killed that pretty red head. On his hand was a large club made out of ice.

'I'm gonna get eaten!' Fortunately for Harry, his small and frail stature came as a blessing as the giant saw he would barely make a taste.

"You don't look like you'll taste any good. You're too small to make even one bite, let alone a snack. I might just keep you as a slave."

Harry couldn't believe it! He was going to be a slave! Not that it would be any different then living with the Dursleys, but he didn't want to cook and clean after a giant! Just as he was going to make a run for it, a voice caught his attention.

"Ho! Frost giant of Jotumheim! How fare you today?" A voice shouted. Harry and the giant turned to see the man Harry was sure that he had frozen walk up to them. Loki walked until he was right beside Harry, who looked at him in fear.

"Loki, what brings you here? " The giant snarled but kept a weary stance. While he wasn't as reputed as Thor the giant killer, Loki has killed Frost giants once in a while.

"Oh nothing, I simply have personally business here that needed my attention." Loki stated as he looked at his hand in interest while buffing it on his clothes. He gave Harry a pointed glare when he noticed he was attempting to escape. Harry froze in fear at the look. Something told him that he was more dangerous than the giant.

The giant scowled and hoped this business in his realm wouldn't come back and haunt him. "Then be off with ye, I have no business with you."

Loki gave a strange combination of a sweet yet malevolent smile. "Very well, I shall leave since my presence is neither needed nor wanted. However," he gave a challenging glare. "The boy comes with me. We have unfinished business, he and I." He gave a side-glance to Harry. Harry shuddered; he suddenly wished he was with the Dursleys instead of this bloke.

"Oh, a servant of yours?" The giant sneered.

"Not yet, but let's say that he will learn on how to treat his betters. This child had the nerve to enter that which is forbidden, no doubt stole some gold and then he attacked me." Loki stated as his eyes glittered with danger. Harry wondered what he was going to do with him. It wasn't like he started it. He was the one that was going to kidnap him.

"The great Loki Laufeyson has been bested by a child." The giant roared with laughter. "You've lost your touch, Mischief. But then, rumours claim that you've gotten soft since your last exile."

Loki grinned coldly, "You should know better than to listen to rumours. But then, I should have expected a stupid frost giant like you to be so gullible." He smiled as the giant snarled at the insult, reacting just as he expected.

"You dare insult me in my realm, runt!" he bellowed so loud the ground shook.

Loki grinned, his eyes regaining the look of long-lost mischief. "Oh I dare to say many things about you, and you have some nerve calling me runt. I have met many giants before, and compared to them, you might as well be considered a dwarf." He chuckled at the enrage look on his face. Nothing can anger a giant more then to insult his height. They built their entire society on the importance of height and strength and you are guaranteed death for insinuating that they're short. "In fact, that club of yours is even bigger then you. Is it to compensate on your height?" He seemed to think when he placed his hand on his chin. Then his smile turned cruel. "Perhaps it is not the height itself, are you compensating on ...another size, hhmmmm?" he smiled darkly as he waggled his eyebrows. Even an imbecile like him would get the last insult.

"Die, Mischief! The time has come for you to live with your daughter!" He shouted as he lifted his club and slammed it on the ground where Loki was.

Except Loki was never here.

As the club landed, it had gone through Loki, who then faded away with a wink. Harry and the giant realized that it had been an illusion. Before the giant could remove his club from the ground, his eyes rolled back as he fell dead. Loki had been sneaking up behind him throughout the entire conversation, levitated up and launched himself to stab him behind the neck. Not wanting to take any chances, Loki activated his fire sword and set the giant's body on fire, shrinking it slowly.

Pulling his sword away, Loki looked up in time to see Harry disappear around the corner of the mountain.

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Harry ran as fast as he ever ran, even faster than when Dudley and his gang played Harry Hunting. That big man had made a mirage of himself, stabbed a giant and set him on fire! He wasn't a normal human! He must a mutant that he heard so much about! But he acted like one of the bad ones instead of the superhero ones.

'What's he going to do to me? Why is he after me?' Harry thought as he turned on the trail and...

Nearly crashed right into someone. Harry looked up to see Loki smirking down on him.

"Need a hand?" He offered as he offered his hand. Harry screamed and started to throw snow at his face as he tried to run away from him again. Loki calmly wiped it away as he looked at where Harry had run.

Running back up the mountain where there were more giants was probably not the smartest idea, but he had to get away from him. Harry turned his head to run as he tried to see if he was still following him, only to crash into someone and fall backwards on the snow. He screamed when he looked up and saw the composed face of the man again. How did he get here so fast? Harry tried to back away but the god of mischief waved his hand and Harry suddenly found himself floating up to six feet, looking at the man eye to eye. Panicking, Harry lifted his hands up, hoping the ice would save him again.

"Oh no, you don't." Loki purred with a cold smile as he placed the boy in a body-bind, his hands at his side. Harry gasped and tried to struggle, but he couldn't move. When the man came closer, Harry closed his eyes, expecting to die.

'I'll never get to meet my daddy now.' He thought as tears fell from his face. He felt a hand on his face and Harry flinched violently, preparing for the pain that came next.

TBC

Oh no! Poor Harry, he's really in trouble now! Or is he? Next chapter will see what happens next.