I'm updating this as I just realized a lot of people seem to be frothing in rage at my ending it in a cliffie. I am really glad none of you know where I live.
IMPORTANT: One of my reviewers, Akuma Ookami Rei asked if I could change it to the Harry Lokison, The Trickster's heir, which I will do in seven days. Expect to see the title change. You gotta admit, it does sound better.
Chapter Six: Consequences
The gods were confused! Oracles from around the world suddenly had temporarily lost their powers, the grey sisters and the Norns were frothing in rage and confusion to find the disturbance and a great deal of higher beings from other dimensions wanted to know what the heck just happened. Even the ones with the powers of Prophecies were unaware of what was going on.
What could cause such chaos?
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The incarnations Fate and Destiny knew what had happened, but they couldn't do anything about it except bang their heads to the nearest walls. It was out of their hands now. Harry was currently now thrown into chaos instead of the careful threads of their manipulations. He was supposed to have been their key to helping the Wizarding world rid of their latest abomination. Not only that, but he was supposed to enter the Wizarding world into a new age where blood purists no longer reigned supreme. Their former champion and chosen one, Albus Dumbledore, had decided to take it upon himself to make sure the prophecy comes true. Unfortunately, his actions may cause more harm than good, but it was nothing time wouldn't be able to fix. As soon as he's healed of all physical pains and personal demons when he reached Hogwarts, he'll be their champion of light.
What they had not expected was for Harry to ascend and become Loki's heir from all the abuse. He no longer followed the rules now. Once Harry became a demi-god Asgardian/half-giant prince over a mere wizard, he became another trickster child of chaos, which made it difficult even for them to control him. How could this have happened? Where had all their careful planning gone wrong?
This was not the first time a chosen champion had gone a different path to their plans. Contrary to what it is believed, the path of humans is not set in stone. Fate had been in the game for so long that she always had contingency plans on how to make sure things came about. This was why people believed that fate was inevitable. The truth is, as long as there was free will; things will not always go according to plan with her. For example, Tom Riddle was supposed to be their Harry Potter. He was supposed to rise from all the darkness and bring the Wizarding World into a new age. But because of so many interferences from outside forces from other wizards from his childhood, and also the growing hate he felt for the muggle father that had abandoned his mother and his constant splitting of his soul, Tom Riddle became a monster and destroyed centuries of work.
Like all monsters, only a champion can end them, hence why they had created the prophecy to deal with him. Naturally, there were two children who fit that program, Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom. Considering the powers and intellect of both parents, they were happy that Riddle chose Harry as his equal. They had hoped that Harry Potter could rectify that, but not only had he ascended to the powers of a demi-god, he had destroyed more work then Riddle has. Harry's life was going to affect a great deal of destinies when he would return: The Weasleys, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and even Draco Malfoy.
The Weasleys would have been popular family, especially when Percy eventually becomes minister of Magic to help keep the world together. George would have continued the shop, though he would have lost inspiration as he never did get over his twin's death. But his son, Fred; would have continued and have been an inspiration to future pranksters. After all, even they liked a good laugh too. William and Fleur's child Victoire would have been quite a witch and a fine priestess of love and beauty for one of the goddesses.
Ron would eventually lead the Chudley Cannons to first winning streak and Hermione would have been an unspeakable that would bring new magic and spells before then beating Percy for Minister of Magic. She would continue to push for Muggleborn rights and protection before she was eventually assassinated by a hit-wizard hired by the other members of the Wizengamot who thought she needed to know her place in their world, leaving a heart-broken Ron with his two children, whom will continue their mother's work in her memory, succeeding where she failed.
Draco would not be so important, but his son Scorpius would have brought honour back to the disgraced names of Malfoy and Black with his friendship and engagement with Rose Weasley. It would be there that Malfoy's would be respected again and finally end the Weasley-Malfoy feud. Of course a child born from a dark wizard and a light witch would make an excellent champion for them and parentage like that screamed 'prophecy child'. Now they needed an enemy for her.
The Dursleys would leave and become someone else's problem. They had done what was needed to make Harry Potter into a soldier willing to die for others. As for Dudley, he would eventually prove that despite his last minute attempt at changing and apologizing to Harry, his very nature and his nurturing by his parents would make things difficult for his lifestyle as he does not know any other way to behave in society or survive. It becomes especially worse when he and his parents found out his children would all be magical.
Dennis Creevey would become the next Mad-Eye Moody as he would dedicate his life to destroying dark Wizards once and for all. Gone would be the cherubic little Mousey-haired boy with awe in his eyes for both magic and Harry Potter. The war would have done its toll on him ever since Colin Creevey died.
Sirius would have to die. He was not necessary to the Chosen one and he would have caused him to be too different to what they had in mind. He was needed only to give the boy hope and a potential father figure.
Remus and Nymphodora Tonks were also unimportant but necessary for the birth of Teddy Lupin. A Metamorphmagnus child of a werewolf screamed prophecy material. Should things go bad and Harry can't solve it, his godson would do.
Luna Lovegood was a girl to help Harry give faith that Sirius may be alive. Someone that the boy would be fond of and protective of. Of course, after that, they would send her to marry any old wizard after her usefulness ended. It would not do for her to marry Harry Potter, considering what she was.
Finally, there was Loki himself! Loki never should have even been involved in the first place! How could they have possibly missed this? Loki and Lily should have never met, let alone Loki and Harry! They had big plans for Loki, who should have caused Ragnarok again only this time, Thor should have learned of They who sit in the Shadows and have allowed it to happen to end the cycle for good. They needed to manipulate Loki to finally bring down Asgard when it was brought to earth so that he could be another champion for them by having him have a change of heart and eventually have him killed by the Sentry. Once reborn, they had hoped to use his guilt for his past crimes as well as his love for his brother to force him to act as their champion.
Now thanks to Harry, their destinies and fates were changing violently. People who should be dead are alive and people who's path's were clear now had numerous of different pathways. (The Dursley's fates was the only one with one pathway, and they shudder to look at it, knowing how vicious Loki was.) The fate of Wizarding World still rested on Harry, but now they were not sure if he would even bother to care about them. Why should the son of Loki, the prince of mischief and one of the heirs to the throne of Asgard care about a bunch of self-loving sheep whom do not fight back against their tyrants and blame their problems on other people? Why should he save a society that praises a little boy for living but not the mother who died for him? Why should he save them when they would do nothing for the Muggles and Muggleborns who suffered far more then the purebloods?
And they still had Riddle to get rid of.
Harry may have pushed fate aside, but that did not mean that he was free. His two biggest chess player, Albus Dumbledore and Tom Riddle had no idea that the prophecy had been destroyed. Because of this, when Harry returns to the Wizarding world, and he will, one will attempt to bend him to his control while the other will stop at nothing to finish the job he had started five years ago. However, considering that he was now being protected and trained by the god of mischief, the question now was this:
Which side of the war was going to suffer the most from the Trickster's son?
Destiny sighed as she saw Fate resume banging her head on the wall, not that she blamed her. How could everything become such a major screw-up? How could Loki have been reborn in the body of one of their key players in their game of chess? To blind her and Lady Fate's eyes of this significant event, this person would have to be very powerful.
Deep in a realm outside even the most powerful god's eyes, three powerful celestial beings started laughing as if sharing a joke.
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Albus Dumbledore tiredly walked to his office. He had spent that last few hours in the disaster zone in Privet Drive only to find little information on what happened to Harry. He had been infuriated to learn what had been done to Harry when Kingsley came in to report. While he knew Harry would not have had a happy life, he did not expect his home life to be so severe. It was bad enough that the staff was now aware of the abuse, (he had only just managed to avoid a severe tongue lashing from Professor McGonagall because Professor Snape chose that moment to say that Harry was 'nothing but trouble by throwing his magic around in a temper tantrum, just like a Potter to call attention on himself'. She was now exercising her cutting remarks on him.)
But now, just about every super powered muggle knew what was going on. The reason why Wizarding world tried to keep their war as secret as possible was that if the Muggle truly believed that the wizards could not control the dark wizards from attacking innocent muggles, they would get involved. Dumbledore had seen what Muggles were capable of when they put their minds to it. He had met Weapon X (Wolverine) and the Super Soldier Captain America Steve Rogers, (He was happy to learn that Steve was alive. He thought it had been a shame such a gorgeous man had died) when he had been at war with Grindelwald. He knew more about mutants then any wizard in the world did. They would be the first the muggle governments would send if things were seen out of control.
To make matters worse, Thor the Thunderer; Gaia's son and champion, was now aware of this! He shuddered to think on what the Thunder God would do when he learned the full circumstances of their problem. He might even inform the All-Father Odin on the situation. He had once considered calling Thor for help, but had changed his mind when he thought of the consequences. If Thor saw how the Wizarding world was being run or how the purebloods treated the Muggleborns and muggles, he would cry injustice and use his Mjollnir to literally and figuratively re-forge the society in the way that he sees fit.
Dumbledore was no fool. He knew how corrupted and cruel the Ministry was and he could see that they had done nothing since vanquishing Grindelwald. The last time the gods got involved in a war had been at the Trojan War! The Trojan War had involved the Grecian Gods, whom many called upon for their most powerful spells and protection wards. After the twenty year war, the Trojans lost heavily while the rest of the Grecians all had problems of their own, especially Ulysses.
Albus refused to have another Trojan War, especially in their world.
The Norse Gods were all warriors, but many were involved in ancient magic, especially Odin. He was often invoked in Ancient Runic rituals. In fact, the very castle of Hogwarts itself was powered by many of the runes that are powered by the powers of Thor, Odin and even the infamous God Loki himself. Many of the most ancient of houses' wards are powered by rune magic, which makes even the most experienced of curse breakers risk their lives in their attempt to break in. Many of the gods were also involved in fertility and were always invoked in young marriages. Frigga was invoked in magically binding marriages as well to cement the marriage contracts and make it difficult for anyone to end the marriage. After all, who would dare break a marriage blessed by the Queen of the Gods? Tyr was also used for any promises made by Wizards. It is said that it was Tyr that would witnesses unbreakable vows made by wizards and if you swore on your life, he would be the one to take it should you break it.
Never-the-less, He could not have the Norse Gods involved in their war, especially not with Loki, who would not even be of help. Depending on the mood he was in, He would no doubt feed the flames. He might even take Voldemort's side just to make sure his entertainment last. No, the last thing he wanted was the god of mischief in this mess!
Between losing Harry, having the super powers involved, risking even the gods themselves to coming to their war, Dumbledore did not thing things could possible get worse. As he walked in his office, he noticed a slightly exasperated look on Fawkes face and his chair was turned around. Odd, he did not have it turned when he had left, and no one could get in without the gargoyle or portraits informing him.
"I hope you don't mind, I let myself in." A cool cultured voice said behind his chair.
Damn, it just got worse.
The chair turned around to reveal Doctor Stephen Strange, yet another old acquaintance of his. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers in front of his face, his eyes giving off a glow of power.
The Sorcerer Supreme was not happy.
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Once, the land of Eldred's had been ruled by another sorcerer named Eldred himself. For a long time, the people in the lands had been aware of their master and sorcery. He was a master in dark sorcery and was very volatile, which meant that should he be in a bad mood, he was not above taking it out on the people of his lands. While he was ambitious and power-hungry, he kept his ambition in his lands. He made no attempt to take any lands from others as he had no wish to gain any attention from Asgard. He had been content with the way things were.
Until he made the mistake of taking Loki as an apprentice, which led Loki to be more powerful and Loki thanked him by selling his soul to Surtur to gain the power of fire. Now Loki was their ruler and the people constantly were on their toes for his temper tantrums, which were even worse than Eldred.
Loki, however, for the past five years has been rather mellow at best and downright mournful at worst. He seemed to no longer find any interest in what they do so many of the people take advantage of this and spoke openly of their distaste for him or were able to get away with many things they would never had done under Loki's rule.
Unfortunately, those days were over.
Loki flew down in a form of a fiery comet and landed in the center of the market place. Many of the people there were stunned to see Loki back so soon from visiting his dead mortal wife (by then, everyone now knew about Loki's last banishment.) Looking at Loki's face told them that he was less than happy with his time in Jotumheim, but what scared everyone was not the look of fury on his face or the way his magic was flaring up like flames. What filled them with fear was that Loki had a child in his arms. What was Loki doing with a child? What was he going to do to him? Surely the prince of evil would not be so cruel as to harm such a beautiful child? Was Loki truly without a heart that he would murder an innocent babe?
Harry was startled to see many people looking at him. Panicking and thinking that he did something wrong, Harry turned away and wrapped his small arms around Loki's neck, covering his face on the god's neck. This shocked the crowd even further. The boy was more afraid of them then he was of Loki. Clearly, he did not know what a monster Loki was, otherwise he would be struggling for escape from his arms, not seeking shelter.
Loki glared at them as he held Harry protectively. "Do you not have anything better to do? Do you wish for me to find you something to do if you are all so bored as to gawk at me?" Loki snarled, his eyes flaring red for a moment. Magic pushed out of him and pushed the crowd away while many windows rattled and the ground shook from his voice.
The people immediately went back to what they were doing. Somewhat satisfied, Loki stomped straight to his castle while holding his son close. It seemed that their Lord and master had finally returned to normal and was no longer in mourning.
Which meant they had to go back to grovelling again.
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Inside castle Loki, within the extravagant bedroom of Loki, laid a beautiful Blond Asgardian woman looking at the pictures she had found in Loki's drawer. Many of them were pictures of his childhood with his mortal parents, where he seemed so happy and proud in them. Another photo was him in his first Hogwarts uniform, standing proud and looking so cute. There were pictures of him with the marauders from one to seventh year (although Loki either cut out or cover in his blood any picture with 'that rat' in them.) and there were pictures of him in his Auror uniform with Sirius equally in one and their mentor, Mad-Eye Moody. (Loki had enthralled her with stories about how the man had gained each scar on his body.) In another photo, she saw one with another mentor, Professor McGonagall, who mentored him in Transfiguration. The affectionate way Loki talked about her made Sigyn smile as she saw that he loved her like she was his own mother. There were many pictures of him with the Order of Phoenix, which Loki admitted was fun to be in ("It was good being the good guy for once." He had stated.) The rest of the photos of him and... Lily.
"I should hate thee." Sigyn said to the small photograph of a seventeen year old Lily holding a bouquet of red lilies. "Any woman in my position would. Were I similar to the Goddesses of Olympus, I might even exact revenge on ye. For what divine being would accept that a mere mortal woman can claim hold to a god's heart, even in death?"
Sigyn then looked at the picture that Loki coveted more than anything, as according to him, that was the seventh year and they had officially started to date. Sigyn had heard many stories of her before that should have made her resent the woman, but for the life of her, she could not hate her.
"Were you to come to life, to return to the world of living, would thee have the power to have my husband smile again? Would ye bring the spark of mischief to his eyes?" She asked as she looked at the photo. She saw the woman smile and then whirl with the young Potter. It still amazed her that the photo can move. Sometimes, depending on the mood she was in, the picture did something different to amuse her.
Sigyn, the goddess of fidelity and the princess of Asgard sat up and sighed. For five years, she had been working hard to heal her husband's soul. At first, she felt like she was fighting a losing battle as Loki refused to cooperate. But as the years past, the walls around his heart started to crumble, allowing her more entrance. She truly felt that he was starting to care for her again and that their marriage may be reignited. While she was hopeful of that, she did not hold too much hope that she could have him forget about Lily. Sometimes, she felt like he did love her, but whenever she thought of Lily, she couldn't help but wonder if should she ever die, would he mourn for her just as badly? Would her body join the Tomb of Ice Queens?
And today, He seemed more depressed than usual. Granted, it was her anniversary but he was distracted today, as if something had happened. Was it connected to that strange power that everyone Asgard seemed disturbed about?
"Milady! Milady!" A willowy young woman with long blond hair in two braids burst in. "Forgive me for interrupting you..."
"What is it, Olga?" She asked. Unlike her husband, Sigyn made it her business to know the names of the servants who work in her castle.
"The master has returned." She looked pale as she said 'master'.
Sigyn frowned. "So soon? He is normally gone for much longer on days like this."
"Something has happened! He has returned and he is far angrier then I have ever seen!" The poor girl was trembling and Sigyn could not blame her. It was never pretty when Loki was angry; sometimes he took it out on the first person that displeased him. Sigyn was one of the few people he never took it out on even when she was the one that did the displeasing.
Placing the pictures back in Loki's drawer, she straightened her dress and golden head ornament and followed Olga out. As soon as she stepped out of the castle, she noticed two things: As she stepped out to meet her husband, the first thing she noticed about him was that he was holding a small frightened child. He was skinny, yet fey-like and his black hair was messy and she had the urge to smooth it out. His face was heart-shaped, smooth, and pale. He had small pink lips that were parted enough to show his white teeth. He was adorable and she longed to hold him as if he were her own.
The second thing she noticed was Loki's expression. Looking at him made her realize that Olga was wrong. Loki was not angry. She had been married to Loki for centuries and she'd know if he was angry. She had seen him irritated, aggravated, hopping mad and had even seen him throw temper tantrum, to her eternal embarrassment. No, Loki was not angry.
Loki had gone beyond that now; Loki wanted blood. Sigyn prayed would not be the child's.
"Gather the servants!" he snarled as he spotted Olga.
Moments later, all of the servants from the royal chamberlains to the gardeners were outside waiting for their master. As the servants came in hordes, many immediately noticed the expression on their master's face and hoped that they had done nothing to earn his wrath. They then noticed the boy in his arms. Many of the servants gasped and wondered what Loki would do to the young child in his arms. The meek ones feared for the child's life while the braver ones whispered plans of warning Thor or Odin that Loki planned on harming a small boy.
But Loki surprised them with his next words.
He glared at them as if he knew what they was thinking and snarled to an old man that was Olga's grandfather. "You! Make a room for him! Make it the finest room possible!" He whirled to Olga. "You, Go to the healers and buy me ointment balms and healing potions!" he then looked at a strong female maid. "You! Prepare a bath to sooth his battered body!" he turned to another servant. "As for you, buy the finest fruits and meat! I wish to see to it that the boy does not starve to death and gain a healthy glowing body!" as he said this, he adjusted his hold on the boy, laying his head close to his heart.
The servants stared at him. Loki rarely showed any emotions such as concern or affection to anything. Not even to his children whom everyone in Asgard knew he loved with all his black heart.
Standing up straight and giving them all a cold Look, Loki lifted the boy up high for all to see. Harry blinked his green eyes and wished Loki wouldn't show him around like that. He didn't like having so much attention on him. It normally meant trouble for him.
"This child is my son. He will be staying here from now on and you will treat him the same way you treat me." He narrowed his eyes as they glow pure white and sparks of magical energy started to burst off his body. "Failure to comply with my orders and you will not like the results at all."
Everyone looked at the little prince that could be easily mistaken for an orphan waif by his clothes and skinny body. This was Loki's heir? Where did he come from and why did he look so weak?
"He is Harold James Potter-Lokison. My son and the heir to the Trickster legacy." There, everyone gasped. Not only did Loki have this child recognized as his son, but he was chosen to one day inherit all that was Loki. That meant that should anything happen to Loki, his titles, his property, servants, magical artefacts and very magic itself would go to the boy. He would even be recognized as part of the royal succession on the throne of Asgard. Loki had never chosen an heir before; even his previous children were never considered for the part!
Sigyn gasped for a different reason. That was Lily's son! Loki spoke of him before, but he assured her that he was safe on Midgard with his uncles! Clearly that was not so, judging from poor state he was in, and where did those bruises come from? Sigyn felt her anger grow at the thought someone would abuse a small child. She saw no evil in the child, simply fear, pain and a strong need for love.
As the servants recovered from this, there was more that their liege had to say.
"I do not need to tell you that his presence must be kept a secret. I do not want to learn that his existence has reached Odin's ears." His glare intensified with power as he looked directly in their eyes. "I do not care who is to blame, if Harry's existence reaches the ears of Odin or his citizens, your torments will be legendary. I won't even stop at your deaths; I will ask my daughter for a favour and keep your souls for my amusement. Am I understood?"
The servants shuddered as they all nodded. Though many were curious as to why this boy had to remain a secret, no one was brave enough to question Loki about it.
Loki spotted Sigyn and marched towards her. Before Sigyn could open her mouth, she found herself holding a child. She looked at her husband in shock as he gave Harry a small caress on his cheek with his thumb.
"Watch him." Loki ordered before he turned to leave. Harry saw that he was being left here with strangers and immediately panicked, by grabbing Loki's long hair and pulling him back.
"No! Don't go! Please stay with me!" He cried as he wrapped his arms tightly around Loki's neck. Everyone expected to see the boy to be sent flying to the side of the wall or to be grabbed by the collar and shook for his impudence to touch Loki.
Instead, Loki surprised everyone by calmly removing the small hands and holding the boy face with his large hands. "I will not leave you, child. I simply wish to go to...have a word your Aunt and Uncle where you are and why."
"Are you going to send me back to them?" Harry asked fearfully.
"Nay! I will never give you back to those... creatures. I will tell them that you are living with me and that they will get you over their dead bodies."
"Really?" Harry hiccupped.
"Really, really!" Loki answered.
Loki smiled as he rubbed his hand on Harry's head, enjoying the simple smile on the child's face. His expression did a one-eighty when he noticed he was being watched.
Loki's glare intensified as he snarled like a wolf about to attack. "What are you fools waiting for? Do as I have commanded or I shall have you flogged half to death and then thrown to my private dungeons to finish off at my leisure!" The servants disappeared as soon as he said this. Harry blinked at the sudden change of behaviour. Giving Harry another pat on the head, Loki whirled around with his cape flying behind.
"I shall be off on earth. I have to see what had happened to get him in this state. Then I must... discipline them for this." Loki's voice took a deep and dangerous undertone.
"Of course." Sigyn nodded as her mind tried to comprehend everything she was hearing. This was not something she had ever expected to see today: A new son and her husband out of his misery.
Loki paused at the gate. "Sigyn..."
"Aye?"
"…..treat him as your own. I know I have never asked you to be a mother with my other children, but he is a special case. I want you to be his mother now; He needs one." Loki said softly. Then he made a sign and disappeared in a billow of green smoke.
Harry turned to look at Sigyn, revealing the greenest eyes she had ever seen. Harry smiled at the pretty lady.
"Hello, my name is Harry. Who are you?" he asked in such an enchanting accent and Sigyn was mesmerized.
"I am Sigyn, princess of Asgard. And your new mother, I suppose." She answered as she eyed the little boy. He looked so much like Loki at that age in the few pictures she's seen.
Harry lost his smile and looked thoughtful before asking "Was that really my father?"
"Aye... er, yes that was." She answered, wondering what the little boy would think of Loki after what had had displayed today. Harry took in a look of concentration for a while before he came to a conclusion to this new information.
"He's cranky."
Sigyn laughed at that. That was one way to describe her husband.
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It never ceased to amaze Loki on how easy it was for Loki to get past Heimdall to cross the bifrost bridge, just cause a gust of wind, have pollen and leaves enter his eyes and then shape-shift into a a roadrunner down the bridge. As soon as he landed in England, Loki took a good look at the city of London. A small sigh escaped his throat as he felt a wave of nostalgia hit him. He remembered sneaking off to the Muggle world with Padfoot to have some fun and visit Lily. Loki recalled the pranks they pulled on the unsuspecting people and the sights that had interested them. When Sirius spotted a motorcycle, he fell in love with the mobile contraption. They had spent months making their own and adding features to it such as flight and invisibility. Sirius loved that thing!
Well, he'll reminisce later! He had little time for his revenge before Heimdall spotted him and sent Thor or Sif after him. Loki looked up and noticed a sleeping giant snake.
First, things first...
"Mice, mice, mice, mice, mice, mice…" Jomungand snored as he dreamed of being a land of mice. So many delicious delicacies to eat and all for him, no one to share it with and all plump and juicy...
That was when something kicked him hard on his nose, interrupting his mice dream.
"Ow!" Jomungand shouted as he rubbed his snout. He glared at the offender that had attacked him, only to pale when he realized that it was his estranged father. Loki was floating in front of him, fists clenched at his side. His face was flushed with anger and his teeth were bared as like an angry wolf.
"WHY DID YOU SEND YOUR BABY BROTHER TO JOTUMHEIM?"
Although he expected a reaction like this from his father, he did not expect it to hurt so much. "Was that kick really necessary?" He hissed.
"Very Necessary! Now answer my question or I'll make you into a long line of purses and shoes for those mortal women." He growled. Never had he been so angry at his second-born's actions.
"Well of course I sent him to Jotumheim. What would you have me do? At least with his powers, he would be protected from the Frost giants attacking him as well as safe from the Asgardians. Should I have sent him to the bifrost bridge, he would have been spotted by Heimdall. Sooner or later, his parentage would have been discovered. What d you think would have happened?"
Loki growled as he realized he could not argue against that. Harry going to Asgard would have been a disaster. Not to mention that Jomungand was right, Harry's powers would have protected him.
"So why didn't you inform me first, or better yet, tell Harry who I was in case he met up with me. If he was looking for his father, at least describe me to him! Did the scared abused child look like he wanted to be in on this joke of yours." he growled. Where did that reptile get his sense of humour from?
Jomungand winced. "Umm, a little prank, nothing more. He, he, he, besides, he's okay! You obviously met him so no harm do... OWWW!" He shouted as Loki kicked him again.
"Leave the pranking to the professionals! A little warning would be nice from now on; it would have saved me to trouble of having to chase him all over the mountains or dealing with Frost giants trying to eat us." Loki shouted as he waved his arms.
"Wait, why would he run from thee? What did you do?" Jomungand questioned as he ignored the throbbing nose.
It was Loki's turn to wince. "I did not know it was Harry at the time, I had assumed he was a thief when I spotted some of his blood in the Tombs of the ice queens. I may have been less then stellar in our first meeting."
"You scared him?" Jomungand inquired as he narrowed his eyes..
"….. He was perfectly fine. I have done no harm to him and I saved him twice from the Frost giants. Not only that, but Harry is a brave little boy. Holds almost no fear that he is willing to place himself in danger for others, even those he does not know."
"You scared him, then." He flatly stated as he glared at his father.
"How was I to know he was my son? I had no forewarning, no clue and no way to identify him!"
"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? The boy is the spitting image of you." He hissed angrily. "I expected better from you! You may not win father of the year, but you were always better then Odin." He hissed the last part in pure hate.
The first time he met the old man, the first thing the All-Father did was have him banish to Midgard, for the crime of existing. He had been thrown to the realm of mortals and had no way to communicate with his family or on what was happening to him. It had been decades later on when he learned the fate of the rest of his family. Fenris was chained like an animal, Hela was banished to the realm of the dead when she turned thirteen, and Loki had been sealed in an ethereal room of suspended animation because of a prophecy made by a bunch of old hags.
Hence why he and his siblings had a shared hatred for Odin.
"I didn't know it was him!" he stubbornly stated.
"How could you not know? The first time I saw him, I knew who he was, and I have never laid eyes on him in my life. You're the only one who has!" Jomungand shouted.
Loki flinched as he felt the rare stings of guilt in his heart. He had allowed his anger and depression to cloud his judgement and he had nearly made a terrible mistake. It was a good thing the boy did not hold a grudge or he would have had a hard time taking him home.
"I was..." Loki paused when he realized he was about to go into a bad habit of making excuses for his actions, something he thought he had given up from his time as James. "I allowed my grief to dull my senses and cloud my judgement. Even worse, I allowed my anger to nearly harm my own child." Loki felt shame hit him. In retrospect, he had been stupid. Harry had entered the tomb, one where only royal blood can enter, that alone should have been the first clue as to who he was.
Jomungand gave a deep sigh, releasing a poison air from his venom breath. Sometimes he wondered how someone like his father can be so smart and yet so dumb at things.
"Did you know he was about to drown himself before I intervened?" he questioned as he looked at his father. "He had attacked the children that had almost murdered him and had nearly been caught by the heroes of Midgard. He was about to dunk himself in that pool of water down yonder."
Loki looked up in horror. One of his own wished to end his life so prematurely? 'What has happened to him? Why would any child of mine wish to end his life?' He thought. Loki snarled. He would have a word with Lupin and Black. He was supposed to be watching him. Why was Harry here? With Petunia's family? That horse-faced tramp had been cruel to her sister. Naturally, she would have been cruel to her nephew.
Peter's betrayal, though painful, was nothing compared to the pain of Sirius' betrayal. Why would his brother in all but blood abandon his godson to his shrew-like aunt? And if Sirius didn't take care of him, then where in Hel was Remus then, he was the next one to take care of his son?
"Black is truly a credit to his family name for betraying me like this! And Lupin? I questioned his loyalty when he kept on disappearing at all times and told us nothing on what he was up to, but since Peter was the traitor, I thought it cleared him completely. Sadly, he has proven me wrong again." Loki growled.
Jomungand frowned as he too thought about the two marauders. Although annoyed with what happened to his brother he felt that there was more to this story then he would like. For example, while he had watched Thor scold at the wizards for their lack of care for Harry, he had spotted one wizard that seemed to age more and more as he listened to what happened to Harry.
What had caught his attention was the smell of his brother Fenris in the man, which meant he was a werewolf. Since many werewolves were either in their sanctuary or running from the law, he knew that this man had to be Remus Lupin. What was strange was that this man looked like he had seen better days, especially for someone who should have access to the Potter fortune. He seemed skinny and sickly (especially when the full moon was coming tonight) and the clothes he wore were even worse than the one's Harry had on. He may not be a wolf like his brother, but he sensed the wolf in the man was in turmoil and constantly howling in anguish for the loss of the cub.
And where on Midgard was Sirius Black? Weren't they supposed to be inseparable? Wasn't he Harry's godfather? Why was he not with the rest of the order? There was more to this story, he knew it. But for now, he really wanted to see what kind of mischief his father would perform to those mortals.
"The neighbourhood, along with the authorities have failed to help your son and my small brother. Harry lacked a trust that most children had at that age. Not only that, but he was convinced that the heroes would kill him because of what he is." Jomungand goaded as his father's snapped out of his thoughts on his marauder brothers' betrayal. He growled and decided to deal with them later. Right now, his son's former prison will do for his wrath.
"Those fools will suffer for this! Had they just attacked me, I would have simply killed them! But they attacked Harry, and now they will soon wish that I would kill them!" Loki snarled violently as his magical aura flared up. Jomungand smirked. He knew there was a reason he didn't eat those people up. His father would definitely make sure those mortals suffered thoroughly for this transgression.
"The neighbourhood is in Surrey, England, in the neighbourhood called Little Whinging. The mortals known as the Dursleys live in number four Privet Drive." He was about to say more about the house, but he decided that his nose still throbbed. Maybe he didn't need to know this yet.
"Well then, watch me as I make these people suffer. They will soon learn the folly of gaining the everlasting animosity of the god of mischief." That said, Loki torpedo-dived to Privet Drive, leaving Jomungand to snicker evilly.
His father was in for a big surprise.
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As Loki approached the simple neighbourhood, Loki pulled his dagger out and made several slashes on the palms of his hands. Flying in the air, he flew around the neighbourhood and made sure the blood pouring out fell just outside the neighbourhood in a closed circle. As he finished his round, he smiled as his eyes glowed with power. He danced in the air in what would have been a combination of a snake dancing and an erotic ballet as he chanted a curse.
"May all who live in this cursed land suffer for their sins! May all who bear the path of greed and self-indulgence lose all they hold dear! May the pain of loss and the pain of unlove pierce into their hearts! Let all know their crimes and let all know the wrath of LOKI!" He chanted in his tongue. A cruel smile formed on his face as he saw the neighbourhood glow a purple color indicating how strong the curse was. It could only be that strong if the people there were guilty for the crime. Which meant that he had no worries about Thor or Odin undoing his work. That's what he loved about blood spells, they were so powerful and so difficult to undo.
As for the children themselves that had participated in his son's suffering. He had a special plan in mind for them. Very special, indeed.
Flying to each house, he placed several runes and signs. Each child would now know what his son went through. None of them would ever know a moment of happiness until they realized at what they had done was unfair and cruel. Loki thought it was for the best. They'll grow up to be better people. If not, it will continue until someone from their line does learn from it.
There was one house that was untouched from his wrath: Number four Privet Drive. The home of Petunia Dursley nee Evans.
Loki had met that unpleasant hag before when he had been a teenager. While he adored the British garden loving mother Evans and the Irish Major League baseball player father, Loki thought the world could do without the close-minded unfortunate-looking jealous older sister. She had been difficult to look at and had a voice that annoyed him as soon as she spoke, which was to call him a freak. The way she treated her sister was abhorrent as she sabotaged her things, called her names when her parents weren't around and seemed convinced that her own boyfriend (A fat bully of a man) was superior to him in every way.
Which he wasn't!
Lily was, unfortunately, too kind and forgiving to her magic-hating sister. She seemed convinced that her sister was resentful to her having magic, but was not really a terrible person. It saddened Loki that Lily could be so blind to a person's true self, especially to those she loved very much. At least her eyes had finally opened when she realized what a slime ball Snivellus was.
Loki shook his head. Now was not the time to think about that particular Deatheater. Right now, he had to focus his anger on that one family. When he was done, Petunia will realize that while Lily was forgiving, Loki was not.
Loki flew that the house, intent on making his presence known on his in-law family. He still had no idea on what he was going to do to them, but as far as he was concerned, death was too good for them.
Jomungand watched this from afar as he saw that Loki was going to charge head on to the house. He chuckled as he counted down the exact moment his father was going to head towards the house.
3….
Loki flew down and unsheathed his fire sword.
2….
He flew with the speed of a cheetah as he headed toward the door.
1….
That was when the fireworks began.
A loud buzzing and powerful lightshow started, followed by shrieks of pain and curses in several dead languages, was heard as Loki had made contact to the house. Then a green and gold projectile flew past Jomungand's face and fell like a missile on a very expensive Chevrolet sports car. Loki moaned in pain as he lifted his slightly steaming upper body off the car.
Jomungand made his presence known by making himself corporal in the world of Midgard, freezing time itself. He smirked as he leaned down to his father's face and he hissed a tongue out in an immature gesture of a raspberry.
"Perhaps had you not attacked your serpentine son, I would have warned thee about the blood wards surrounding that particular house." He laughed even as Loki made an attempt at his throat.
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"Mistress! Help me!" A voice shouted.
Back in castle Loki and within the large library, Sigyn sighed as she placed her book down. She had hoped to catch up with her reading, but it seemed that no one was willing to leave her alone. She needed to calm her nerves at seeing Loki so angry as well as let it sink in that she was a mother now; a mother to a six year old mortal wizard child!
Sigyn walked into the bathing rooms only to see a crying naked Harry run past her. As she turned to see the tall servant girl with her hands still in the tub. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the water was frozen solid with the servant stuck to it!
"What happened?" she asked, stunned by the display. The water in the castle was always hot due to Loki's weakness with cold water. Where in Hel did all this ice come from?
"I was washing the brat when he started screaming about the water. I assumed he was being fussy and continued to wash him anyway as ordered by the master when he froze the water completely!"
'And he also happens to have the gift of ice. How utterly delightful.' She sighed and cursed Loki for forgoing that information.
After a few heating spells, the maiden was free and trying to get feeling back to her fingers. "Damn him, Damn that spawn of a frost..." She suddenly found a sword right between her eyes, which was held by a very angry goddess.
"I shall assume thou art in pain from the ice. But still thy tongue or I shall cure ye of the pain by removing thy hands." She said in a hard voice. Hilda gulped. The mistress was so meek, quiet and reserved that it was easy to forget that she was a former Valkyrie like her mother.
After all, She did not receive the role from Gaea to protect the young gods from the Celestials simply from her good looks.
She had been one of the Vanir Valkyrie; under command of her mother, queen of Vanir; Freya the patron goddess of love and fertility, and had been trained to be one of the finest swordsmaiden that the Sessrumnir hall of Folkvanger ever had. In addition to that, she had inherited mystical powers from her mother. Like her mother, she even cried gold tears that produced powerful magical properties for her potions or spells. Between her magic and her warrior prowess, Sigyn was a force to be reckoned with. Probably why Loki was interested in her in the first place.
Hilda nodded quickly, hoping to calm her and to keep her hands. Sigyn glared but placed her sword away.
"Go to the healers now. I will wash the boy." She ordered with wave of her hand. Hilda took the hint and disappeared. Calming herself, Sigyn followed the wet trail of water. Walking to the fireplace, she heard soft sobbing behind the couch. Slowly, she kneeled down in front of the boy. With a tentative hand, she reached out to him. Before she could touch him, Harry; fearing he was going to be hit, spoke.
"I didn't mean to. She was washing me too hard and I said it hurt and she told me I was whining like a squalling girl and hurt me with more hot water. I didn't mean to freeze her, honest. I'm sorry." Harry shook frightfully.
"She should have stopped if she was hurting you." Sigyn said softly as she kneeled before the small boy. She made a note to speak to Loki about this. It wouldn't do for them to treat Harry like he was a frost giant. That was exactly the kind of talk that made Loki so dangerous as he grew older. She made a motion for Harry to come to her. At first, Harry was hesitant. When he saw she wasn't angry nor trying to hurt him, he slowly crawled to her lap. Sigyn ignored the fact that she was getting wet and wrapped her arms around Harry, who hugged her tightly. Picking him up, she made her way back to the bathing room.
"What were your aunt and uncle like?" She wondered, trying to see how deep the boy's hurt went.
Harry cuddled under her chin. "They didn't like me. They hated me and wished I was dead like my mommy and daddy." He said softly as he held her tight, forgetting that his father was alive. Sigyn felt fury flush her face.
How could no one have seen the boy's abuse? "Surely someone cared for you? What of friends? Teachers? Healers?"
"I don't have any friends. They all thought I was a freak or Dudley and his gang scared them away from me. And my teachers thought I was no good." Harry said. She smelled nice; like roses and dandelions, the kind that he grew in the gardens. As Sigyn arrived in the bath and prepared it with cold water, she tried to focus on caring on the child rather her fury. Loki would handle this. There was no need to feel anger when Loki would punish them for her.
But ohhhhh, how she wanted to slay them herself. The sword by her side was singing for blood.
As she pulled the washing cloth and soaked it in ice-cold water, She looked at the back of Harry, which held some scars as if someone frequently exercised using the belt on his back.
"Harry? Where did those scars come from?" She asked as her rage reached a level that only Loki could achieve in a short time. Harry said nothing. He did want to tell her how her uncle would often beat 'it' out of him, though he himself had no idea what 'it' was. He really wished he was a normal boy instead of a freak, and then his aunt and uncle wouldn't hate him so much.
Sigyn frowned at the lack of answer, but closed her eyes as he went back to washing the tearful boy's back, while she did all she could to keep the burning rage in her heart. How dare they do that to the boy! If they ever crossed her path,... EVER... She would take pleasure in making them pay for this!
After washing and drying Harry, she scooped him up and carried him to her and Loki's bedroom. "I'll find you a night gown to wear. Your room is not prepared so we will have you sleep with your father and I, for now."
"Thank you, but you don't have to do that. I could sleep in a cupboard." Harry said politely as he relaxed in the soft towels. This was more than he ever dreamed to happen to him. He had a daddy and a new mommy and a castle to live in.
Sigyn frowned at that. A cupboard? Who would let a child sleep there? "I insist. I wouldn't be a good mother if I did otherwise." She smiled. Harry smiled beautifully as she pulled out Loki's night gown and night cap for Harry. She giggled on how big it looked and how the cap completely covered his face before he pulled it up. She placed Harry in the middle of the large bed and made sure he was comfortable.
"Would you like to hear a story about your father?" she asked.
Harry grinned and nodded vigorously to her, causing the cap to fall over his face.
"Let me tell you the time Loki actually succeeded in saving a mortal child's life, where even Odin had failed." (1)
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Dumbledore felt his headache increase. Of all the people to talk to him, it had to be the head of the Sorcerer's Guild. (2)
Dr. Strange slowly rose from the chair as he grew angrier. "Lily had been one of my friends during my travels in learning to be a sorcerer, though her husband preferred if I wasn't. She accepted me despite being born a 'muggle Yankee' and having those so called pure bloods accusing me of stealing magic from them. She had taught me many of the Wizarding magic and had even saved my life in a death eater attack at my summer home. In return for that debt, I wanted to help her in this war."
Albus knew he had a lot to answer for to a great deal of people for the Potter boy's disappearance, but he had hoped that Strange would never know about this. He honest to goodness thought it was for the greater good that Harry be placed in a place where he would not be too big headed. He didn't think anyone, even a powerful sorcerer as Strange, could understand how easy it was for someone of great power to become corrupt. he had personally seen how absolute power corrupts.
"I wanted to help fight, but you claimed Voldemort may decide to call in Baron Mordo to even the odds, despite the fact I have defeated him before and that Mordo has little love for the British Wizards. When the so-called prophecy was revealed, I wanted Lily and her family to come with me to America where they would be safe. But you said that since the Potters were known fighters of the light and were very popular, it would cause public morale to go down. I wanted to be the Secret Keeper, but you and many others did not trust me enough and chose Potter's friend, Black, who betrayed them all in the end." His eyes flashed, "Finally, I wanted to take Harry and protect him as I had promised Lily I would, if Black or Alice were unavailable. I told you to give him to me for safe-keeping; I even offered to prepare for his destiny. But you insisted he was safe where he was with those blood wards, which I do not entirely like nor trust. You insisted that he would get a big head if he was publically shown to the Wizarding world too soon and you refused training as you wanted him to have a normal childhood." He stood up and power seemed to radiate his whole being. "I had to find out all about this from the Avengers, whom were all upset about the state the he was in."
He marched up to Dumbledore's face, his magic amplifying with every step. It was only the fact that his own magical aura was so powerful was why Albus was not intimidated.
"When I spoke to that woman who was his blood aunt, I was disgusted to learn how his childhood had been so far, and was even more incensed when I learned that they actually considering killing him after what he did to the children at school, which I do not blame him for. The only thing keeping me from attacking them is the fact that they are under your protection. "
Stephen Strange leaned forward until their noses touched and gave the old wizard a cold look.
"Now, will you kindly explain to me how Harry can possibly be safer with them then with me? Better yet, where is Harry right now?"
Dumbledore didn't even bother with the grandfather act. It never worked with Sorcerers. They responded to power only. He didn't dare lie as he also had the eye of Agamotto would detect if he were. He would have to be honest with him.
"The blood wards were the most powerful wards to protect Harry. As long as his mother's blood lived there and as long as he called this place home, Harry was safe. Any other ward could be penetrated or broken, even any ward you could make. As for where Harry is; I do not know. I do know that he is alive."
Dr. Strange rubbed his left temple. "That does not help me one bit. The British Minister expects some answers and Nick Fury needs some clues to search for him. He considers Harry too dangerous to be running around all by himself."
"The muggles will not know about this. Minister Bagnold has no doubt wiped the minds out of the event and of young Potter's existence..."
"No." He simply stated.
Dumbledore paused, not used to being interrupted or contradicted. "What?"
"When SHIELD and Excalibur learned what your Aurors and Oblivators did, they contacted the British Minister immediately. All info about Harry was handed to them by your own British Sorcerers and friends of mine, Sir Clive Bentley and Lord Julian Phyffe. In addition to giving them information to the Ministry, they also enchanted the entire area so all spells would be nullified. In other words, there is no chance of anyone to be imperioed or obliviated by your kind. You can't even do a simple household charm in there. Oh, and we also cleaned out any wizards or witches planted there by your ministry." He glared at him. "The Queen herself got involved when she felt that you were all getting too egoist in your self-superiority in magic. We have enough problems with mutants like the brotherhood of evil or the Masters of evil. We have enough problems with the aliens such as the Kree or Skrulls, and we barely survived Galactus. We do not need Wizards adding to our problems. The Queen has put her foot down and insisted that Harry be placed by a loving family. One where I will personally make sure the wards there will protect him. You have no authority over him, you never did! You're lucky I have no actual proof of your actions against Harry or I'd have you stripped of all your titles." He glowered. "As it is, we of the Sorcerers' Guild have decided to keep a close eye on you and will continue to seek Harry Potter. If you try anything, they will deal with you permanently!"
"Do not give me empty threats, Sorcerer. You think they would punish me for something beyond my control? Especially over a mere boy?" Dumbledore's eyes took a steel glint as the Elder wand appeared in his hand. Stephen glared at the disrespect of his title.
"They wouldn't normally, if the 'mere boy' didn't almost replace me as Sorcerer Supreme."
Dumbledore's mouth dropped. He knew Harry would grow up to be powerful, but to gain the candidacy of that sort of power? "You jest? It was powerful, but accidental magic..."
"How many children 'accidentally' call upon a snowstorm, one so powerful that even the Thunder god had trouble banishing it?" Dr. Strange questioned. "In any case, it was not just your magical Ministry that caught wind of that power. Harry temporarily caused major problems to the seers around the world. I've never heard them swear so hard. I would have been amused if the situation weren't so dire. For you see, he caught the attention of someone I'd have hoped would have ignored Harry and see him as nothing special. And no, I speak not of your dead dark lord."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and kindly tell me who is worse than Voldemort himself?"
Now, Stephen Strange looked tired. "Dr. Doom. He is now aware that Voldemort's defeat by Harry Potter was no fluke." He took some victory at how pale the man looked. "Even as we speak, he is using his contacts to seek him out."
"Oh no..."Dumbledore moaned. Dr. Doom was the last person he wanted to search for Harry. He was such a powerful sorcerer that even Voldemort gave a wide and respectable berth to. As the ruler of Latveria, he had both the muggles and the magicals co-existing together. He even had schools for the magical children to train so that they do not cause havoc with their accidental magic. The ICW had a problem with him breaking the statute of secrecy as well as ruling an entire nation through usurpation. However, when they had sent their Aurors and Hit-Wizards to deal with him, he came to the ICW with his army of Doom-bots and very well-trained magical army. When he came to meet them, the first thing he did was dump two large bags at their feet, which held the heads of the Aurors and Hit-Wizards as well as two unspeakables. After giving them a conversation they will never forget, He then made them sign a treaty that prevented them from going near his country or to collect any child from his nation. Should they break it, He could have a reason to declare war on them and annex the Magical Britain as his own.
"Has he found him yet?" Dumbledore knew that while ruthless and a tyrant, Dr. Doom had his own kindness. He could easily sway a sweet child like Harry to join him. The thought of Doom taking him in and teaching him scared him more than if Voldemort decided to adopt Harry. Doom had actually almost succeeded to conquer the entire world. Voldemort hadn't even conquered Great Britain; he had nothing on the Techno-Sorcerer.
"No, but it is only a matter of time. We will find Harry first. In any case, Thor has informed me that he plans on taking the child in since Professor Xavier only takes in mutants. Harry is clearly not one but needs to control his ice-powers. That and he finds your wizards unworthy for such protection."
"Thor cannot take him in. Harry is magical and..." once again, he was interrupted.
"Thor has plenty of teachers in Asgard to teach Harry about magic. He might not even let him join Hogwarts because he might be well above the other students."
"NO! The world has been waiting for him to return. Imagine what that would do to public moral if..." he implored while Dr. Strange continued to look impassive.
"I cannot possibly care less. In any case, you have no right to ask him of anything. He saves your lives and you repay him by dumping him in an abusing environment and forgetting all about him. If he comes back, it will be entirely up to him to go to Hogwarts; or Thor if he finds him first."
"What of his enemies? What of Loki? Will Harry have a normal childhood worrying about these super villains after him?" Dumbledore pushed on, refusing to believe that Harry was completely out of his hands. Harry had to stay! He was needed for the prophecy! The World would be cast in darkness unless Harry was there!
"Oh, Thor can handle any enemy near him. He might even send him to Asgard for his protection. It will be hard to catch him when the majority of Asgard are immune to magic. As for Loki," He gave a contemptuous laugh. "You have nothing to worry about that. Loki has been out of commission for the last five years. According to Thor, he is no threat to earth anymore. You have nothing to fear from him."
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"CURSE YOU, DUMBLEDORE! CURSE YOU AND YOUR ILK! CURSE YOU, BLACK, LUPIN AND THAT RAT! CURSE THE BLOOD WARDS AND THE CREATORS OF THEM! CURSE YOU, PRIVET DRIVE! CURSE YOU, SHEEP! CURSE YOU, SERPENTINE SON OF MINE! CURSE YOU ALL TO THE DEEPEST PIT OF MY DAUGHTER'S REALM!" Loki shouted as he finally entered Asgard, furious at his failure to kill the Dursleys. After seven consecutive (not to mention painful) times, Loki found entering the wards impossible to penetrate. He studied the wards and found that they are activated when a threat or great evil comes to harm the occupants of the house. He had tried to enter a calming state and banish all hate in his heart to enter. He wasn't even half-way when he caught sight of that terrible woman through the window. Violent thoughts consumed him and the wards activated. When he came too, he found himself in a large green field somewhere in Wales with sheep licking his face or chewing on his hair.
Jomungand did not help matters laughing at him. Even strangling him did not stop him from laughing.
After sneaking past Heimdall, so easily again, he headed home to see his family. As he entered through the gateway, he spotted Sigyn in the training area, swinging her sword expertly. Spotting the dummies decimated on the ground told him that Sigyn was not in the most pleasant of moods.
"It's late, my dear. You should be in bed." He stated as he walked around the decapitated heads of the dummies. He tried not to get too close to Sigyn when she was this worked up. He had no wish to be eviscerated. When Sigyn made no attempts to slow down, Loki changed the subject.
"How is Harry?" He asked cautiously. In retrospect, it was foolish of him to simply dump his son in Sigyn's hands and tell her that she was his mother now. He had not even given the two any time to be used to the idea.
"Sleeping in our room; I'm afraid that I learned a lot from him by the wounds on his body then what he personally told me. In addition to being malnourished, he also has wounds that tell me that the previous guardians enjoy thrashing him. I am ashamed to say that we had no clothes ready for him so he is wearing your nightgown." She said lightly as she practiced her stances. It was clear that she was still frustrated with what she had learned. She glanced at her husband and could tell from the look on his face that Loki had not sated his bloodthirstiness. That was a good thing. She wanted to have a word with the Aunt and she couldn't do that if she were dead.
"He'll love his new bedroom. I also plan on having all his clothes custom-made and provide him within his own servants. He will never have to worry about finding food and clothing ever again." Loki turned to leave when Sigyn stopped him.
"Loki?"
"Aye?" He turned and saw a rare display of loathing in her eyes.
"If ye have a chance to meet them again, take me with you. I wish to explain to the guardian and blood relative of that lovely boy that there are some things one does not do to a child." She held her sword between her and the wooden dummy. "In fact, dear husband; Ye can say that the conversation will be rather short." She finished as she cleanly separated the dummy's head from the body.
Loki looked at the decapitated head and smirked. He walked up and cupped Sigyn's chin in his hand. "Fear not my dear, the Dursleys cannot be protected forever. Once the wards fall, they will know it is unwise to harm a child of the gods."
TBC
(1) Lokka Tattur is the one story where Loki is not only the hero, but the other gods have failed too in saving a mortal boy.
(2) For the sake of this story, the Sorcerers made a guild and represent their magical society such as Lord Julian Phyffe and Sir Clive Bentley of Great Britain; Cardinal Alfeo Spinosa and Count Carezzi of Italy; Omar Karindu, Rama Kaliph, and Turhan Barim of the Middle East; Wai Chee Yee and Sen-Yu of Asia; and Aleister Kane, Kenneth Ward, and Frank Brukner of America. Being incredibly powerful, they have a certain amount of sway in magical world. Dr. Stephen Strange is the only 'Muggle' among them, something that no doubt annoys the purebloods to no end.
Yeah, sorry for those of you who wanted to see the Dursleys to suffer horrifically. But until the blood wards dissipate (or transfer) they are safe from Loki.
The Neighbourhood, on the other hand,… you'll find out in a few chapters what Loki has done to them and what those curses he casted will do. I may have to change the rating when I do. yeeesh!
Next chapter will have more Harry and his new life with his new family. And brownie points to anyone who can guess who the three cosmic beings were. (Hint: Only one of them is a marvel character.)