I am so sorry for taking so long, Rest assured, the same thing won't happen for the next chapter. I had to break this in half because it was about forty pages.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or the melting pot of science-fiction, fantasy, and suspense, AKA Marvel.

Chapter Seven: Chaos follows no rules

Higher in a realm beyond even the pathogen gods, sat three beings of celestial power: Beings that have an interest in not only Loki but Harry Potter. The first was a woman with one side of her hair white and the other was raven black. The same was with her body, one side was show white and the other was black. Next to her was a beautiful red head with golden eyes that practically danced with life and energy. Finally, there was a beautiful young woman who looked like a combination of all the races and nationalities of earth. She exuded kindness and strength.

Chaos cheered privately in her dark corner of her realm. Her plan had worked! Harry Potter had been one of her favourite children on earth and she had been forbidden to come near him because Fate and Destiny had their hands on his mortal life. But now the boy was hers! She had always intended to take the boy in because he was filled with so much potential for chaos. The little marauder had such untapped energy for mischief and his very aura had the ability to make the impossible happen. She did not even had to plan for it, (not that Chaos ever made long term plans) as she had been focused on instead to save Loki from his cycle of violence. Slipping an idea within Odin was easy. Every now and then, they would let their guards down for elder gods like her to perform a telepathic sneak attack. Planting a suggestion within Odin was easy as he had been too angry to guard his thoughts. Choosing the child to place Loki in had helped a lot as she was sure that he would choose one who was magical but came from a heroic line, such as the line of Gryffindor. The plan was simple: Place Loki in a situation similar to that of Thor in order to make a hero out of him. While Gaia had chosen Thor to be the defender for the non-magical, Chaos wanted Loki be the Magical's defender.

It went even better then she had hoped. Loki had a wonderful family, fabulous friends (with the exception of one little rat) and best of all, he had fallen head over heels when he had met Lily Evans in the train for their first year. The mortal witch had also been something she had not seen coming but she was pleased with her anyway. Lily had done what no one had ever done before: She had tamed a Trickster god! In the history of earth, no mortal woman has ever gotten the complete love and devotion of a trickster. Chaos decided then and there that Lily was a keeper. With Loki learning how to fight for others, gaining a reason to fight for the magical world and his family, everything was going smoothly for her little hero.

Then that blasted Trelawney had to ruin it all! Oh how she hated Oracles! Servants to the fates who used their powers to decide the destiny of mortals and gods alike; she never liked the fates! Beings that solve their problems by having someone else do it for them. Beings that make sure certain events happen so a proper outcome would come about; ignoring whose life they had to ruin to get that outcome. Beings that never helped their champions after that as they go through life traumatised, broken or lost in their life. Sometimes they even ended up dead when they outlived their usefulness, becoming nothing but collateral damage.

They also cheated at poker games.

Lily was dead, Loki was a mess and Harry was in the process of being a puppet to fate, destiny and an old man who believes only he knows what's best while the enemy was in the process of using the most foulest magic in existence to come back: a being that brought only destruction and blood.

Contrary to local belief, chaos was not always about destruction. That's just the dark aspect of her. She had good ones too, like change and progress. She had birthed her son Death and Night, but together, they had also created her granddaughters, Love and Day, whom together created light. What took place next was the crown jewel of her family, Mother Earth Gaea; the mother of the patheons. And right now, she was in terrible danger from losing magic. As long as beings from Voldemort existed, magic would slowly disappear into the abyss. If that happened, the magic that also existed within Earth would soon die, which would slowly kill her. If that were to happen, Chaos and a great deal of other beings would be most unhappy.

She shook her head. No reason to scowl now, Harry was now a demi-god and within Loki's realm. And what an entrance he made! Shaking the foundation of Order itself by pure will power alone! Those control freaks must be eating their hearts out. What had started off as a way to save Loki, one of favourite children and agents, was now becoming something even more. She wouldn't just save two of her children; she would be permanently ending these Wizarding wars. As Chaos, she was neither good nor evil, so she never took sides in those Good vs. Evil wars. It was always a routine, something that she hated. Also, if both sides died, how could she spread chaos?

Speaking of chaos, it looked like Harry was about to wake up. So it was time to watch the chaos flow.

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Standing near Chaos and bubbling with laughter was Magic herself. Finally, her children can go back to the race that they had been. It had been difficult. She chose her followers such as Circe, Hecate, Hera, Odin, Amora, Loki, Freya and her children, The Norn Queen, and several other gods and goddesses to have her gift. When the mortals started to develop, she had allowed them to spread the gift of magic to them, giving it to their most devote of followers.

Millions of years later, the Celestials had arrived to experiment humanity and then judge them the next time they came, the same species that had been responsible for the deviants that nearly destroyed earth, the Eternals, and finally mutant race. When they had made the stipulations on the patheon gods for the human development, she stepped in at the last second to point out that her race of followers needed the gods and goddesses to draw upon magic upon as the gods needed her to draw up her power. Without them, they would all die out.

They had at first not cared for her concerns and tried to impose their regulations on her. Until she demonstrated her transfiguration powers on them. They may have been beings of energy, but like all forms of energy, they can be absorbed and converted. The Celestials proved they were not suicidal. It was clear to them that on a power scale; she was between that of the In-Betweener and Eternity, making her stronger than even them.

This was not a woman they wanted as an enemy, and they realised she was very serious about what she would do to them if her children were die. So they allowed her to have her way for now. But they all promised the next time; they would be prepared for her and humanity will be judged. When asked by the gods why she let them go, she smiled mysteriously and disappeared. She had something else planned for them should they displease her again. (1)

But that was several lifetimes ago. Presently, she was happy! With this demi-god child, the tainted one and his followers were to be destroyed forever. It was such a disappointment to her that her children would behave in such a manner. They had been in the pinnacle of civilization in the time of King Arthur, known for their wisdom and magic. But like all civilizations, they began to stagnant and then fall from their grace. Soon, many wizards whom believed themselves superior in magic due to the family line started to show up in droves. Beings that believed that those born of ordinary mortals had no right to have magic and therefore, had no right to live.

How dare they believe that they and only they can decide who can have magic and who can't! If someone from the non-magical line gets magic, then that is her business, not theirs! Those that had dare to murder her younger children were going to pay! They will soon learn that it is she that will decide who gets their magic and who doesn't, and if they had a problem with that... ... well she was about to solve this age old problem once and for all anyway. To think she went to all that trouble to have them protected, even when they were on the brink of extinction only for them to spit on her face. And they dared to do it in her name too!

It hadn't always been this way. It all started when Christianity was introduced and they had been hunted. Magic had to hide them and the Followers were locking themselves away from those without magic. But with so few magical, there was a terrible manner of inbreeding. Now, despite what many currently think, blood and genetics had nothing to do with magic. While two magical could have a magical child, there was always the slim chance that it would not happen. It was not because of genetic, it was because she did not think they should have magic. In the end, it was ultimately she who decides who can have magic or not. Inbreeding may have no effect on magic, but it did cause madmen and chronic stupidity as the Gaunts and many of the old families proved. So she had to add more magical blood in the world. Each year about five out of ten magical were born in a town. It started out slow at first; the Wizards thought that they may have missed some of the wizards in their attempt to hide, or perhaps one of the orphans may have been found by some hapless couple. But soon, they started to notice more and more were coming in and for the sake of secrecy, they had to bring them to their world.

This was when they had to start schools to teach these new magical. What started out as a way to protect themselves in fortresses was now becoming a school for the children. The best had come from Fortress Hogwarts as it was taught by the four Founders: Godric Grfynddor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. What made them great had been because they were avatars of the gods themselves. Godric Gryffindor was avatar to Odin himself. Like his Viking Ancestors, he was a fearless warrior and one who believed in honour by death in battle. He was the one that protected Hogwarts from threats, having trained many to be warriors like him. He had even had the Goblins fashion him an enchanted sword for him when the Crusades infiltrated the magical world due to the carelessness of a drunk wizard. Having killed many with his sword and magic, he had driven them away. It is said that Odin had blessed the sword after that, promising that his descendents can always call upon it when the need was great and it would grow stronger within each battle, making the Goblins desperate to reclaim it back. However, no matter how many times the Goblins were to take, it would always find itself in the hands of a Gryffindor.

Rowena was said to have been chosen by Corra, a Celtic Goddess of Prophecy who was also known for transcending knowledge. Like her patron goddess, she had power over air and she was known to fly, whether in her Animagnus form of the raven or simply using her element to help her fly. It is said that the Diadem that increase her wisdom was a gift from the goddess, who loved and favoured her follower. Unfortunately, another follower, Rowena's daughter, envied her mother and the favouritism. The stupid selfish girl stole her gift and ran away getting herself killed after that, leaving her mother to die a broken heart. The diadem was then lost. Years later, when a Slytherin student had arrived and found it, Corra had hoped to have the boy to be the avatar and to have a new set of followers. Instead, he had used the foulest of magic to pervert her gift. This angered Corra and she vowed that the boy would pay for it.

Helga Hufflepuff was a bit of an oddity. She worshipped many gods and goddesses and was avatar to them all. How she managed to obey one without contradicting the other still boggled Magic's mind. But one thing all the gods and goddesses agreed was that she was always loyal to them no matter what. Of course, working for so many of them also made her work harder as she had to please them both and teach her students many forms of magic. She was by far the most open minded of the founders and was willing to teach them no matter what traits they had, because as far as she was concerned, as long as you had magic, you can be taught. She was gifted with the power of Earth by Gaea herself as she saw a bit of herself in her.

The last was Salazar Slytherin himself. It was said that he was the avatar of Set, the evil elder god. But that was not true. At the time, Set had been too busy with his own problems with the gods, especially with Neptune. It had been Set's descendent, the young Jormungand who heeded Salazar's worship. At the time, Jormungand was still furious at the banishment to Earth by his grandfather Odin and had often taken it out on the little mammals beneath him. When he saw Salazar, he decided to amuse himself and made him his avatar. To further gain influence to the mortal, he gave him his gift of tongue and a Basilisk snakling with the promise to never use his gifts against him. As long as Salazar and his descendent never annoyed him with it, The Slytherins would remain great.

The school went well at first, as their population increased. But alas, prejudice and hate existed in those times as well as in the present. The worst yet was from Salazar. Though Magic could understand his hate, it was still wrong, especially when he placed that confounded snake in a school full of children to unleash someday to "purify the school". Salazar swore that his teachings would not be forgotten. By then, Jormungand, like all Lokisons, grew bored of him and moved on to more important things, abandoning his devoted servant.

Salazar was true to his word. His descendents and followers soon started building campaigns against all those born without magical parents. Those who believed that the newborns had as much right to live with them as others were called blood traitors. A religion concerning blood soon made way all around the magical world. It became such a nightmare that it seemed that the Wizarding world was forever in the dark ages. In the 1940's, it escalated to a nightmare when Grindleward wished to wipe them out. With the help of Hitler and the Red Skull, many witches and wizards were placed in magical concentration camps and were being executed:Men, women, and most especially a great deal of children. Had it not been for the help of Albus Dumbledore, Captain America, Namor, Wolverine and Sergeant Fury, it would have been the end of magic.

She had prayed this would be the last after so many had died She had been wrong. Tom Riddle, her biggest mistake had continued the cycle. She never showed have given him magic. But he had such great potential and as long as he never learned his dark heritage as the heir of Slytherin, he would have been a great man. She had hoped he would truly bring light back to the magical world. But thanks to the interference of both mortal and godly forms, that was not to be. He was worst than any dark lord that had entered in her realm. They were not only killing off magical and ordinary humans, they were actually torturing, raping, desecrating the dead bodies even to the children. The horrid crimes he did to the children were against even the gods themselves.

Sadly, the gods were so busy with their own selfish problems that many did not see what was going on. They had their political games, deep feuds and constant arguments over the same stupid things that they ignored what was happening to the very people that they should have been watching over. Even Thor was barely paying attention. But he had an excuse: He was already defending the earth from much bigger problems then Voldemort.

For the sake of her future, she tried to look for another being to help the Wizarding world. Her senses led her to a newborn Lily Evans. When she had appeared in the emergency room, she was invisible to all, and yet the baby saw her. As soon as her green eyes locked onto hers, she fell in love. So she had touched the baby on the forehead and made her her very own avatar. The very first mortal witch to become an Avatar of Magic herself.

Even as a child, she had great control of her magic. She managed to even have certain control over the earth, hence why her family's garden always won first prize. But it also isolated her from her sister, who called her a freak because of her own jealousy. It didn't help that she had very little friends at school because she was a bookworm, which apparently the students thought was weird. But she was sure Lily would make friends in Hogwarts. When the time came, she had been surprised to see Loki in a mortal shell. At first, she had been on the verge of strangling Chaos, but then she spotted something amazing when they met.

Their magic were blending beautiful and pulsing like a heart. This was a form of soul magic at work. It wasn't exactly like they were soul mates or anything, but the magic guaranteed eternal trust, friendship and love. While Lily may have been annoyed by the arrogant boy and confused by why she felt tingly in front of him, James was practically smitten. Hence what began a seven year attempt to woo her avatar, which sometimes had her laughing in hysterics and other times had her in tears at the heart aches. In the end, her child had fallen in love with James and together, they made an excellent team against the abomination and her avatar's happiness was near complete when Harry had been born. However, things went downhill after that.

A prophecy was made before she could have Lily's powers completely flourish, which should have happened when she made sure Dr. Strange had a run in with the Order. He was supposed to have taught her more of the mystic arts. But Dumbledore had interfered in that when he decided he would be Fate's hand. What should have started as Lily stopping Riddle now became something complicated, thanks to constant meddling. When Riddle had attacked Godric's Hallow, she had been ready to weep at the loss of her daughter. What had happened next took her completely by surprise. A closer look made her realize that when Lily did the sacrificial spell, Harry's magic tweaked it just a bit. She had laughed in relief to know that her Lily was not as gone as she thought she'd be.

She also laughed herself sick at the look of confusion the death gods and Death herself had when they realized none of them had Lily.

She knew that Tom Riddle would return. And if her senses were true, he would be worse than ever. It was unfair that she had to put Harry in the spot, but now he truly was the only one to stop him. It was heartbreaking as Harry was, in a way, her grandchild. Luckily he was no longer bounded by the prophecy so if he stopped Riddle, it would be his own decision. While a broken prophecy no longer guaranteed if he would win or not, she was betting Harry would exceed all expectations, just like her daughter.

Ohhhh, how cute! Harry was waking up.

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Gaia giggled beside Magic and Chaos. She had a soft spot for all her children that walked among her or lived in the heavens, but James and Lily had always been her favourite for the potential of good they would both bring to her. But Harry was her precious little boy. She cherished him more ten she thought possible to any of her children.

Harry had been a special boy; she could see in his soul that he was a pure child, no evil within his heart. What fate and destiny had planned was terrible. While it is true that suffering and toiling allowed man to grow into stronger beings, this was really pushing it! Harry can be a hero without having to go through all this pain. So she made sure that Harry was prepared. First she went to Ymir for help. Although she did not get along well with enemies of her Asgardian children, Harry was his descendent as well. At least, she hoped Ymir had would care about that. It turns out he did care and he agreed to help on the condition that once Harry turned seventeen; he replaced Utardi-Loki and become the true king of Jotumheim. Although she knew Ymir was neither very cunning nor known for long-term plans, she had the distinct feeling he was up to something. When it was agreed upon, Ymir had sent a silver of his powers to his great grandson, Harry Potter. Hopefully, the boy will use them wisely. She was still suspicious of the smug look on Ymir's face when he was done, but decided she would worry about that later. Right now, she had to make sure Harry was prepared to use his gifts.

Speaking of her child, Harry was opening his green eyes. Now she would watch and see what he would do.

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The sun rose in the world of Asgard, sunlight seeped through the trees and into the window of a bedroom of one of the castle towers. The sun rose and more light hit the three people on the bed, one hitting the face of a young boy between two adults.

When Harry woke up, he was in an unfamiliar place. For starters, he was warm. Not a bad warm that often hurt his skin but a nice comfortable warm. He was also sure his mattress was never that soft. Slowly opening his eyes, he expected to be greeted to the darkness of a cupboard. Instead he found himself in a stone room decorated with artworks and antiquity. Little Harry stilled as he realized this was not the cupboard. Had he been kidnapped, or was he dead and in heaven? Do freaks even go to heaven?

A soft sigh was heard behind him. Harry turned to his left and saw a beautiful lady with long golden hair. Harry recognized her as the nice lady that had hugged him, bathed him and tucked him in bed.

Which meant that it wasn't a dream! He really did find his daddy!

Turning eagerly to his right, he saw Loki softly snoring beside him. He almost didn't recognize him without his golden horns. Harry pouted; he had hoped they were real so he could finally pull at them. He had gotten an urge to do that when he saw them. Looking at him closer, Harry couldn't help but giggle. Loki had messy black hair just like him. Harry reached out and tried to smooth it. Just like he thought, it would not stand still. Loki let out a loud snore that scared Harry out of his skin and pushed Harry's hand away while turning in his bed. Harry blinked for a few more seconds before realizing that his daddy would probably be hungry.

Crawling out from between them, Harry climbed down from the high bed and slowly walked to the door, his tiny feet making a soft pat on each step on the ground. Reaching fort the door on his tippy-toes, harry opened the door and managed to walk out without waking up anyone.

As soon as he closed the door, Harry took a step and promptly tripped on his nightshirt.

"owie..."

OoooOoooo

On a high plane of existence, chorus of "Awwwww" was heard.

OoooOoooO

With both hands on his long gown, Harry managed to make it down the long stairs. He had been shocked to see so many stairs or rooms. How many people would be living here? He had never seen so many rooms before. He had also seen some large paintings of his daddy. Some of them were him looking important, while most of them looked like he was fighting something of someone. There was even a really scary one where he was covered in blood and surrounded by monsters and fire, laughing.

The scary thing was that he had the feeling that the eyes in the paintings were following him whenever he moved.

He suddenly jumped when he heard footsteps, coming closer. They sounded heavy. What if there were monsters here? What if there were ghosts here? Big spooky castles always had ghosts in their houses. It was a rule or something! Harry hid under a table, trembling.

It was two guards. They were large and wore brown armour. They had small horns on the side of their helmets and they looked strong and mean. One had a large hammer and another had a sword even bigger than the man himself. They were in deep discussion but one of them spotted Harry under the table. Harry smiled shyly and waved, "Good morning."

The guards looked mystified at what looked like a shrunken Loki, but gave a brief nod before moving on. Harry was just glad they were not ghosts and continued journey. The entire castle was built like a maze and Harry was afraid he was going to be lost forever. A short walk later, he spotted a pretty girl with long blond pigtails in braids walking in a long white night gown.

"Hi," Harry smiled; glad to see a friendly face.

Olga, who was normally up at this hour to get something to eat, spotted Harry. She blinked tiredly as she took in the sight of a small boy wearing an oversized nightgown.

"Hello, to what may I ask has brought thee up?" she yawned.

Harry took a moment to realize she was asking him what he was doing. "I'm normally up making breakfast. I have to do that every morning and after that, I have lots of chores to do. Where's the kitchen?" Harry did not know what time it was and he wanted to make a good first impression to his parents. He knew he would have to work extra hard here because the castle was huge, but Harry hoped that Olga might help him with the hard to reach places.

Not quite awake enough to hear much or take a better look at whom she was talking to, Olga assumed it was one of the servant boys, probably a new one. The mistress liked to take in strays sometimes. "Follow me, child."

After a long way in this maze of a castle, Harry was led to a large kitchen with fruits and vegetables and fire places. There were no ovens or sinks and the refrigerators were non-existent. Harry wondered if maybe he fell back in time. Well, he'll think about that later. First, he had to make breakfast. He wondered if his daddy liked pancakes with eggs and bacon. Would he like coffee or tea?

"Excuse me, where are the coffee pot and coffee beans?" Harry asked tugging at Olga's dress. Olga blinked.

"Coffee? What is coffee?" she asked trying to get the sleep out of her eyes.

"Coffee, you know, it's black and smells strong and weird and tastes yucky but grownups drink it in the morning..." She looked more confused, which told Harry everything he needed to know. "Alright then, where's the tea, Ma'am?"

Olga smiled. Tea was something she was familiar with. The master insisted on drinking that every morning with his mortal mother's tea set. It was one of the many effects that Loki brought back from his exile.

"We have grown many tea leaves in our gardens for our master. You are welcome to pick as many as you like." She smiled. She rather liked tea herself; much more relaxing to drink.

Harry looked up in surprise. "You have a garden?" Harry's eyes widened. He loved gardens! Was it a big one? Did it have lots of flowers or was it a fruits and vegetables garden? Was it well taken care of?

"Aye, tis a beautiful sight, about three acres of the land is made of the garden. One with vegetables, another with fruits and a recently new one with flowers of many species. Normally the master cares not for such natural beauty; however he has changed over the years. He would walk around that garden to clear his head or when he wishes to be alone. It is said his departed mortal wife loved them dearly." She smiled. She had felt sad for the master when he had lost his wife. Who knew he had a heart deep down inside? While many claim that it did not change anything about the rogue, she thought it showed that Loki was no monster after all if he could find love in even a world like Midgard. Perhaps it was because she was a romantic at heart.

Harry jumped a little in excitement. He'll look at the gardens later, for now, he needed to get back to work. "Please ma'am, I'll need tea. Could you please also help me find the refrigerator?"

She blinked in uncertainty. "The what?"

"You know, the food box, where you keep your milk, eggs and food." Harry said patiently. Didn't she know what a refrigerator was?

"We do not have a refrigerator. If we want milk, we milk the cows. As for eggs, we go to the chicken coop. We'll have to take a short walk, but we can find a healthy enough cow to milk. The eggs may have to wait."

"Cows? Chickens?" Harry asked with wide innocent eyes.

"Well, of course, dearie. Where do you think milk and eggs come from?" she smiled, amused.

"You mean I get to milk a cow and see chicken lay eggs?" Harry grinned excitedly.

"Aye. Would thee be a gentlemen and help me?" she smiled as she could see he would not complain about the workload.

Harry's eyes widened in childlike delight. He had never milked a cow or seen chickens lay eggs before. This was going to be more fun then he thought.

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The sun rose higher into the sky as it hit the faces of the royal couple at last. Sigyn moaned and turned over to avoid the sun, Loki, who had not slept this well in years, suddenly awoke with a jerk. At first, he was confused to see that he was in his room, as he did not recall how he got there, but he let out a sigh of relief. He had had the worst dream. Imagine his son being abused and neglected! That couldn't happen! It just couldn't! But it left him a bit shaken, clearly the dream was telling him something. Perhaps the time had come for him to go down to Midgard and see how the Wizarding World was without him. He doubted it fell apart during his absence. Perhaps he might even catch a glimpse of Harry while he was down there.

A healthy Harry, one that was loved and cherished.

Sigyn finally woke up and spotted a pensive Loki, but more importantly, no Harry. Looking around told her that Harry was not in the room either. She sat up quickly, snapping Loki out of his thoughts.

"Loki, Loki!"

"Aye!" he looked at her urgently, "What is it?"

"Where's Harry? He was here last night sleeping with us." She looked around fearfully. Suppose one of their enemies broke into their fortress? Or Harry had fallen off the balcony? What if his magic made him disappear? The possibilities were endless!

As soon as Sigyn's words registered, Loki's eyes widened. He hadn't been dreaming? Harry was really in Asgard! He was out of his bed and in clothes before Sigyn managed to get out of her bed. By the time she was ready, Loki had already searched half- the castle in record time. Sigyn grabbed her clothes and made hastily placed them on as she prepared to search for Harry, praying that she was not too late.

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Loki cursed himself for not being too careful. His son was here for one day and already he was gone. Where had he gone to? He knew that his wards would have told him if Harry had left or if someone was breaking. He swore if anything happened to Harry while he was in his castle, the guards and servants would be the first to die.

As he searched the main hall, a delicious smell caught his attention.

"Breakfast, already?" Loki liked the smell; he would have eaten it if he wasn't in such a hurry. The breakfast was English, tea small biscuits, eggs and bacon and small pancakes with what looked like an attempt in making blueberry syrup. The sight of it on the table was nostalgic as he was reminded of breakfast back in Potter Manor, where he and his parents would share it before his father had to go to the Ministry. Even the tea set was properly placed in the center of the table. Instead of just set in front of him.

Loki paused and suddenly frowned. He had not had an English breakfast in years and he knew his servants did not know how to make them. Someone who had lived in England or even Midgard would have to have taught them, but the only one besides him who knew how to make this kind of breakfast would have to be Harry.

"You!" Loki singled out a servant placing fresh flowers on the table. "Come here, I command it!" The servant walked fearfully towards his master, wondering if he did anything wrong. Not that it would have mattered what he did, if the master was in a bad enough mood.

"Have you seen my son? Small boy with black hair and green eyes? And do not lie!" he snarled, his eyes practically red.

The servant blinked before he suddenly remembered seeing someone in that description in the kitchen. "Yes, the young boy that arrived is in the kitchen. In fact, he was the one who made breakfast for thee."

"Harry? He made breakfast? Where is he now?" His son cooked all this! Wait, how did his six year old son know how to cook so well?

"He's in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes." The servant said before he was nearly bowled over by Loki.

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Harry watched in wonderment as Olga filled a stone sink with water. It was where the food was cleaned and since they didn't have water pipes, all the water had to be collected from a well. Harry had tried to get it himself, but it was so heavy, he almost fell in. It was a good think one of the stronger servants had grabbed both him and the bucket. (A very good thing as Loki would not have been happy to have his son trapped in the well.)As Harry watched them clean the messes, he dried the plates passed to him with a cloth and passed it on to a blond boy his age, whom would then place it in the cabinet. It worked like a well-oiled machine and Harry was glad that he would get help in doing his chores.

"My brother normally watches over the sheep and lambs from the wolves. He may allow you to join him if thou wish it." A young girl his age said as she scrubbed her pan. She was cherubic with red hair and dimples in her smile.

"Really?" Harry had never seen a lamb before except in books. Maybe he could hug one, they looked so soft to hold. Currently, Harry was wearing servant clothes that Olga had found. It was a blue shirt and brown pants with soft black boots. They looked a little worn but they but they fit him better then Dudley's old things,

"Oh yes, for they are ever cunning so one must be careful. They are as much the children of Fenris as his werewolf brethren." The room shuddered and some looked around as if he would pop up any moment.

"Who's Fenris?" Harry asked, causing everyone to gasp. Was this child so ignorant of the evils of the world? Even the youngest knew of Loki's monstrous children.

"The prince of monsters, the Odinsbane and the first Lokison. He is brother to the World Dragon and Death herself. Together they are the three that will help bring Ragnarok, which will be led by their father, the god of evil." An old servant that Harry was growing fond of answered. "My stars, child? Do ye not know where ye live now? Does thou not know who the master is?"

Harry looked scared at this but before he could ask what Ragnarok was, the door burst open to reveal a frantic Loki. He looked around until he locked on to Harry, who was in the midst of drying a dish pan. Loki had almost missed him if not for the green eyes that told him who he was. Loki went from worried to furious in nanoseconds.

"WHAT IS THIS!" Harry yelped and found himself floating upside down. The servants shuddered at the sight of the furious master. Loki stomped towards them as he glared at them for what he saw as a blasphemy. "Why is my son dressed in rags? Why is my son in the kitchen drying dishes? As if he was working? FOR SOMEONE!" He stomped as he marched towards the shell-shocked servants. He snagged Harry off from mid-air and held him close to him as he stomped off.

"I have you to do the drudgery, not my heir! If I see this again, your backs will be riddled with scars from my fire whip."

"Can you please put me down, sir? I wanted to help feed the pigs and then help protect the sheep." Harry said. "Besides, I have to finish the dishes, How will I prepare dinner?" The servants shuddered as Loki's face turned purple and heat from his fire was building up around his body. This caused Harry to squirm and shout uncomfortably as the heat was affecting his cold body. Noticing Harry's discomfort, he calmed down and walked out of the kitchen.

Immediately all eyes were on Olga.

Olga's sister, Bjorg, turned to her eldest. "That was the young prince working with us?" she had dropped her plate in her surprise. She and the others had not recognized him wearing those clothes. Olga shrugged helplessly. She was not normally herself in the mornings and not known.

"At least with the young ward here, Loki's temperament has cooled. Why, there was a time he would have flogged one of us for less than this." Her grandfather pointed out. The servants shuddered as they realized that they had indeed gotten off easy.

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"Imagine those lazy servants! Forcing their prince to do their job! They have the nerve! The Audacity! The Sheer gall to use you in such a manner!" Loki shouted, still holding Harry upside down. Harry felt he was getting dizzy from this new perspective.

"And what are you doing up? The sun is still rising!" Loki could never understand how anyone could be up at that time every morning; after all, even gods needed their sleep.

"I'm normally up by this time." Harry said softly, wondering what he did wrong. First day and already his daddy was angry at him.

Loki's eyes widened. What kind of person would be up on this horrid hour? "What? You should be getting sleep. Why are you up by this time?

"Well, I have to make breakfast for the family." Harry stated obviously.

Loki frowned as he placed Harry right side up on the floor, kneeled down to his level, and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Harry, you do not have to do that. You must understand that as a prince and my son, you are not supposed to work. It is undignified, improper and not meant for a child of your station."

"But how will I earn my keep?" Harry asked; it was a new thing for him to be without work.

"Earn... your... keep?" Loki grounded out as his eyes glowed. "And by what do you mean by that?"

"Well, if I am to stay here and be housed and fed, I should work for it. Make meals, garden, clean the house. I can't be a lazy good-for-nothing while good honest working people have to feed me and house me." Having been told this many times, Harry memorized what his aunt and uncle always said to him. "But the castle is so big; it will take me forever and ... daddy? Sir, where did you go?" Harry panicked as he realized that he was alone.

Sigyn walked in, her hair still down as she had been too busy looking for Harry to set it. "Oh Harry, there you are. Come along, breakfast is served." She scooped up her son as she walked towards the dining hall, hugging Harry for all her worth. It was a dream come true for her that she had a son now. Loki had never given her one, strange as it was, considering she was a fertility goddess and Loki was in no danger of ever being sterile.

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Loki stomped off to his scrying crystal in his throne room and aimed his hand at Midgard, or more specifically, a certain neighbourhood in Surrey. As his spell was launched, Loki stomped off to his castle, feeling some of his anger going away.

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Back on Midgard, the local news in England was perplexed. There seemed to be some problems on one small neighbourhood that not many thought possible. But it was definitely news worthy.

"Apparently a flash blizzard is not the only thing that seems to be occurring in the fall season. The Neighbourhood, Little Whinging seems to be suffering from a large thunderstorm that encompasses only the area of that neighbourhood." The news Anchorman known as Mike looked sickened while his partner Susan paled. "As odd as that is, what is more disturbing is that it is not raining water, but blood." He shuddered as a seen showed blood raining down n the neighbourhood, many people who were not in their houses in time were screaming in hysterics at having blood on them and were desperate to see any form of shelter. Some of them were even under their cars.

The News crew and superiors winced. First a freak snow storm that happened yesterday and now this! The young anchorwoman continued her report.

"No one knows what may have caused two such dangerous storms, but according to word around the neighbourhood, rumour has it it's been cursed." She would have scoffed if it didn't seem so plausible. "Further investigation also shows that many of the fruits are starting to whither before their time, the animals in the neighbourhood, whom were often friendly, would now react violently event to their owners and the water systems seems to be malfunctioning. If they are not suffering from cold water, it changes into a rustic color instead. We have not yet identified what it is but we advise that no one drink the water for now."

Susan blinked when she read more of the report.

"Even more strange is that the only house not affected by all this is number four Privet drive. In fact, it seems to be literally in the eye of the blood storm." The anchorwoman looked at her partner and shrugged.

"Guess somebody up there likes them." He answered, not knowing how wrong he was on that assumption.

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"Ahh Loki, There ye be. Look, our son has made our breakfast. Come, join us." Sigyn smiled; despite her husband looked like he wanted to start another Ragnarok: A bloody one, with zero survivors.

He never was much of a morning person.

Loki snarled as he was reminded that Harry had cooked and clean at the Dursleys' place. He angrily grabbed his fork and started to eat the food, chewing extra hard as if it were the Dursleys between his teeth. It enraged him to no end that they would abuse and insult his son when he has done nothing but please them. To top of off, there was nothing he could do about it. As long as they are in that house, they are safe from the curse and from him. Well, the good fortune of those mortals will come to an end once he figures out a way to shatter the blood wards. From what he read yesterday, the wards needed to refuel every year or they will weaken. Loki knew that a year will pass and they will weaken unless Harry returns, and by the time he would be able to be able to enter the house, those mortal wizards would either have them moved or SHIELD would for protection.

But he would have his revenge. Oh yes, they will not escape his wrath.

... This was delicious. Perhaps he could permit Harry to cook once in a while. Provided Loki watched so he won't accidentally burn himself in the kitchen. He turned and looked at Harry. Harry was sitting contently on the table eating what looked like a hard loaf of bread with some water.

This made Loki loose a bit of his appetite as he glared at the food Harry was eating, where did he think he was, in prison? Harry felt his glare and looked at his dad to see he was glaring at him. Assuming he did something wrong, Harry spoke up.

"You don't like your breakfast?" Harry asked, looking hurt. He wasn't that bad at it, was he? Maybe the prince was used to other kinds of food. He probably ate something fancy like in those restaurants the Dursleys often went.

"It is the most delicious food I have ever tasted. But I wish to know why you have not eaten yours?" Loki asked as he glared at Harry's food.

"I'm eating my food, sir." Harry was trying to get used to the fact he had a father now. He jumped at the sound of the forks falling on the table. When he looked up again, he shuddered at how scary his parents looked. Loki was literally on fire and his eyes were blazing with fury as he snarled….. Were those fangs?

Sigyn was the opposite. She was deathly still and her face was blank with nothing but a frown. The air seemed to chill around her, a stark contrast to her husband. Both parents exchanged dark looks as they both learned how Harry was fed by those stupid mortals.

In a calm, frosty voice, Loki asked, "You mean that is your breakfast?" he felt that whatever he had been planning on the Dursleys was now too good for them. He'll have to think of something really atrocious for this.

"Oh no, daddy." This seemed to break the tension as a sigh escaped Sigyn, though Loki was still fuming at the treatment at the hands of those mortals.

"Well, then since that loaf is barely edible, allow me to….." However, Harry's next words had rendered Sigyn speechless.

"This is my meal for the day." Harry went back to chewing the bread. To be honest, he normally had one burnt toast and whatever was left on the plates of his relatives. This bread was a lot more then he had ever eaten. Loki and Sigyn exchanged dark glances as they rose as one from the table and marched into the kitchen. When they came back with plates, bowels and cups, they each picked up their breakfast and gave half of theirs to Harry. Then they left the dining room area, but not before Loki gave his son an order.

"I expect that food all gone Harry." Loki ordered.

"All of that?" Harry awed. Loki nodded as he walked out with Sigyn. Harry looked at all the food. He wasn't sure he could eat all that, but he had to do as he was told.

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Loki never thought it was possible, but he actually found that the hatred he once felt for Thor and the other Asgardians was nothing compared to how much he hated the Dursleys. How dare they do this to his child, to any child?

The worst thing about it was that Harry simply accepts it. He does not retaliate nor does he act out against his tormenters, something Loki would have done. He behaved exactly as a servant should be, eager to serve his masters in order to avoid punishment and gain praises.

Sadly, no matter what Harry did, he had more punishment then praise. And he simply believes that he deserves it.

'I swear I will fix this! Harry is prince and I will make sure he acts like one. He will never want from nothing again. Not only that, I shall have the finest educators in all of Asgard teach him, provided they take a solemn oath to reveal nothing outside the palace walls. Then, once he learns all there is to learn from them, I will personally teach him. He will be the wisest of the wise, the most powerful sorcerer of all the nine realms and he will be the loveliest of princes. All will love and adore my son!' As Loki slowly snapped out of his daydream, he turned to look at Sigyn, who looked murderous. The last time he had seen her like this had been when he had been chained to a rock and...

It was for the good of Asgard and his own health that he would do something about her anger before it spilled over. Loki walked towards the two guards that had let Harry pass by them without so much as an "if you please".

"You two, Approach!" He ordered with a scowl and a curl of his finger.

"Milord." They stood attention.

"You allowed Harry to go past you. Do not deny it, you are creatures of habits, you normally come to this hallway, there is not a conceivable way you could have missed him." Loki glared. "Unless you fell asleep?" If they did, Loki would have to replace them and have these two fed to his children.

"Forgive us, milord. We had not gotten a good look of him and we assumed you had played with your potions again." Loki scowled; the one time he accidentally blew a potion (which was a de-aging one) and no one was quick to forget it.

"I have shown you a child yesterday, how could you forget? You had me and my wife vexed with terror when he disappeared. Once more, he was cooking and cleaning like a servant." Loki spoke with a shudder, as if it were a fate worse than death. What kind of person of his class enjoyed doing that?

Seeing that their master was upset, the guards hoped to calm him down, which hopefully would lessen their punishment. "My lord, it shan't happen again, I swear to thee. We will dedicate our lives to protecting him." That line may work on Odin or Thor, but Loki was neither.

"You must be punished. I order you to spar with my wife." He inwardly smirked on the look of horror on their faces. 'Because I most certainly do not wish to be her sparring partner when she is this infuriated.'

"Milord!" They both shouted as they realized that this was no cruel prank. Spar with one of the Venir Valkyries! That was a fate worse than death. "Please spare us! We did not mean to ignore the young prince, we swear that we will protect him from now on, We will never get him out of our sights again. But he was in no danger and the servants had him." Begging was not a quality a guard should have, but this was inhumane.

"Yes, the servants found him and placed him to work. Why did you not wake me?" He snarled as the guards continued to babble like frighten children. These were supposed to be his protectors from outside enemies?

"Ye told us to never awaken you before the sun shows its face unless we wish to suffer a painful death by your hand." The second one quoted.

"Very well, from now on, when it concerns my son, wake me up! Now go entertain my wife with your screams." He grabbed them both and threw them into the training hall. As they unsteadily rose up, they spotted Sigyn.

Sigyn smiled a sweet yet demonic smile as her pitiless eyes finally focused on something to take her rage out of. Before they could make a run for it, a smiling Loki locked the entrances.

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Heimdall stared in the vastness of space. The excitement on Midgard was still being felt, but he knew it would soon die down. Thor was currently down there making sure that all was well while Balder was sitting on the throne. Perhaps once Odin had awaked which should be very soon, he would inform him of the on goings on Midgard, especially to the magical realm. While Odin and many others have forgotten his duty in the magical world on Midgard, Heimdall had not. As the god with the keenest eyesight and hearing, many of the Aurors or hunters prey to him for senses that would help them fight off dark wizards. At times, he was even prayed to upon for foreknowledge. He often sent dreams to his prayers to warn them of upcoming danger for themselves or family.

As he reflected on how life had changed for them so many years ago, the wind picked up and he suddenly was hit by pollen, which is odd as there were no flowers near him to receive them. The wind picked up and more seemed to attack his face. He started sneezing violently and closed his eyes to get the tears off, unbeknownst that a bumblebee flew past him.

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Having returned to Little Whinging, Loki sat on top of the car while studying the scene before him. He had wisely decided to not test out the wards with his own body. Instead he would have someone else suffer in his place.

He first tried it with several normal mortals. First mundane murderers and robbers that he had released from prison and implanted the idea to attack the house. Watching them, he noticed they would get violently ill when approached. The wards acted like repulsion to them instead. If he pushed them on, they would fall into a coma or expire.

The dark wizards he managed to capture and use had been next. This time, it was a little clearer cut. All of them were incinerated and their magical cores were absorbed in the wards. Loki shuddered and was glad that had not happen to him.

He then had a hypnotized Juggernaut rampage towards the house. It had been difficult to get him to remove his helmet, but once that happened, Loki managed to get him under his control. The unstoppable Juggernaut was stopped by the blood wards, which had absorbed the gem's power like a sponge and had been laid out unconscious. Even Loki was stunned that it worked so effectively. After all, he was called the unstoppable Juggernaut for a reason. Sending the criminal back before he came to and made his life difficult, Loki went to his next test subjects.

He decided finally on the Wreckers. As they all had Asgardian powers and were difficult t defeat, even by Thor. It hadn't been so difficult to find them. The key was sneaking them away without any of the more annoying heroes noticing it. Placing them under his hypnotic suggestion, he had them try to enter the house. They had stepped on the lawn and while none of them were electrocuted, they walked as if they had lead for feet, where each step was heavier and heavier towards their goal.

"Keep pushing." Loki drawled as he watched them struggle to enter the house. He was somewhat annoyed that the blood wards did not attack them.

"Got it, boss!" Wrecker said as he was straining to move to whatever it was that was preventing from entering the house. Of course, they were not here to hurt anyone and that was the reason why the wards were not attacking them. Wrecker tried to continue to move, but although they were not thinking ill-will to the household, the wards sensed their evil none-the-less.

"Almost there!" Thunderbolt gritted as he reached for the doorknob. The others were also pushing along with all their strength. Unfortunately, something had to give and it would not be the wards.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

And like a sling-shot, they were flung out of the scene. No doubt land somewhere in the sea. The shock will snap them out of his hypnosis. Oh well, they had done what he wanted. Watching this made him see why the magic had not been absorbed and how they were alive. Asgardian bodies were different from those of magical humans. It was easy for the mortal shell to lose their magic. Their weak flesh was nowhere near as powerful as an Asgardian.

And since they were born with magic, their bodies were dependent on it. While it was possible to bind magic, it was illegal to remove magic as it could kill the person as the body would age rapidly without the core slowing down the aging process. The diseases they were immune to but carried would attack them and since their body's never developed the immunity to fight against it, it would cause hazard to the body. After that, the body would slowly break down. So when the blood wards had stolen the magic of the wizards, it had accelerated the aging and released any diseases he carried all at once and had turned them into dust. However, While Asgardian magic was being absorbed, it could not come out. For one thing the skin which made them immune to all forms of magic acted as insulin which prevented the magic from escaping their body. But it felt like being hit by electricity whenever the blood wards would try to suck the magic out of them. Seeing that it could not remove the powers of the threat, the wards simply booted him away.

"The wizard who created the blood magic and blood wards must have had a sense of humour." He mused. Loki had a sense of humour too, and if he ever learned the name of that wizard who created blood wards, he would show him how his sense of humour differed.

Loki also took note that not once did Mrs. Dursley move out of the wards, as if she sensed his presence. Or it was probably from all those weirdoes she keeps seeing attempting to break into her house. Or perhaps she realized that without Harry, the wards would soon fall. Once that happened, and it was game over for the Dursleys.

Nimbly climbing down the car, Loki stood on the sidewalk and examined the blood wards. It was barely losing any strength, but with Harry gone, sooner or later they will fall. But how long until that happened? Itt would take a year before the effects were seen and even then, it would take much longer for them to fall completely. It might take between few months or a few years, depending on what fail-safes were on. Absentmindedly, he turned to the left, just in time to catch a woman in a window trying desperately to see what was going on next door. Looking at the woman, Loki nearly stumbled near the wards when he recognized her from his past.

"Arabella Figg! What in Odin's eye is she doing here? And right next door to where his son had been held prisoner for years?" Loki knew that Arabella had no inheritance as squibs were not allowed to inherit. She made a living as a cross-cat breeder, but that was not enough to allow her to afford a house in such a luxurious neighbourhood. And why would she? She had no experience in living in the ordinary world nor were these people her cup of tea. She had lived her who life in the Magical world and had plenty of friends there.

And she just happened to live near where Harry had lived? Loki did not believe in coincidences.

Questioning her in his current state was a bad idea. It would shock the woman and she may decide to be all but honest to him. After all, he had the reputation of a liar, she may not believe him when he told her harry was safe and will never return here. Besides, there was also the odds that a powerful hero or wizard may question her. It would be better if no one knew he was in the neighbourhood. Word would reach Asgard and they would wonder why Loki was interested. What he needed was a familiar face for her to recognize. A face she could trust, a face that she would have no choice but to be honest with.

Loki pulled out a pair of silver rimmed glasses from his pocket. He knew just the face he was going to use.

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Arabella Figg was terrified as she desperately tried to contact the Order in her emergency mirror on her wall. While she may be a squib, there were some artefacts that she could use that muggles can't.

The number of visits from heroes yesterday had frightened her badly and reminded her that wizards were not the dominate species of humans and most certainly not the superior. When Kingsley arrived, he had told her what had happened and she had collapsed in tears. How could any child, even that fat brat Dudley do that to Harry? Kingsley had looked miserable and he truly felt he was not worthy to hold an Auror badge. He was not the only one to feel that way. Kingsley claimed that soon the whole Wizarding World would go in a bigger uproar then when Sirius had betrayed the Potters. If that was true, then one of those Wizards must have cursed the neighbourhood.

She had then been questioned by the local heroes of her Country, and judging by their looks, were disgusted and disappointed by the lack of action on her part in reporting what was obviously child abuse She had tried to comfort herself in telling herself that there was nothing she could have done and at least he was safe from deatheaters, She tried to tell herself that Dumbledore knew what he was doing and there must have been a reason he was placed here but that sounded weaker within each hour.

Right now, she had witnessed several beings, including some dark wizards attempt to penetrate the wards of the Dursleys. While she was fearful, she could not help but feel a hint of satisfaction that the Dursleys were now living in terror. After all, her house was soaked in blood while theirs looked pristine. Even her cats seemed a bit vicious than usual. One even scratched her!

"Minnie, please answer, please! There is something wrong here. There was a dark fog here yesterday that reminded me of Dementors. Then this morning, it started raining blood. I'm telling you, there is a curse here and all but the Dursleys are suffering from it. I think it was because of what happened to Harry! We must have angered someone very powerful..."

A familiar yet cold voice was behind you. "She can't help you. No one in that world can. My magic has made it so that their magic cannot properly work here. Your call will never make it through."

She turned around and spotted...

"James!" she gasped as right in front of her. There was a man that has been dead for five years. He was standing there in an almost mocking manner. He was in a smooth blue robe with the Potter crest on his chest and his hair was as messy as Harry's. His patriarchal and aristocratic traits were rather obvious on his face, but they were normally subdued by his mirthful smile and his intelligent and clear brown eyes. But his eyes seemed cold and dead right now and there was no trace of humour on his face whatsoever. His glasses reflected off the light, giving him a more intimidating impression.

James moved closer as he glared at a woman whom he and Lily once called a friend. "Now, Bella dearie. Why don't you tell me what you are doing living next door to my son? And how you could have possibly missed his abuse?"

TBC

No one guessed right on the entitie watching out for little Harry. (Gaea is a marvel characcter by the way. She's also Thor's mom.) Chaos favours Loki, Magic favours Lily and Both the beings and Gaia love Harry to pieces. They are definitely the right people to have on your side.

Jormungand will be in the next chapter again and we get to see Harry and Sigyn bond. Loki will finally know about the boy who lived story.

(1) The reason I added the Celestials not being involved had been because of a reviewer named Hills on Alive to remind me that they had the gods on a tight leash. I needed something to make sure they didn't come near Harry. He and Loki will have enough problems and enemies as it is on both Midgard and Asgard. They do not need beings from outer space making their lives more complicated then I'm making it.

(To be honest, I hope something dreadful happens to them. Like Galactus absorbing them or something.)