I'm so sorry for the long wait, not only had my life been falling apart, so was my health at the time. The next part of chapter is tomorrow, I promise.
Disclaimer: As mentioned in part A, I still don't own it.
Chapter 8: Family Part B
Loki walked to the fields, just outside the back of his kingdom. Behind him was Harry skipping, happy as a clam. He had told Sigyn to be ready as she went to pack a lunch for Harry. She had asked Loki if it was wise to introduce Harry to Fenris. He simply smiled and said, "Trust me."
As usual, Sigyn felt a chill go down her spine when he said that.
Harry jumped up and down in excitement as he waited for Sigyn to come out. He was going to visit his big brother for the first time. He had a big brother! He had someone to play with! He wondered what Fenris was like. Was he magical like his daddy, did he like to read, too? How old was he? Maybe they could play together?
"Well, I packed everything for Harry. Food, warm clothing and a few of his toys of his if he's bored." Sigyn came back with a large bag that Harry was surprised she could carry.
"Sigyn, we are only going to be gone until nightfall." Loki shook his head. Honestly, and he had been worried that he might spoil Harry.
"Husband, has thou considered on how we can have Harry travel to the land of lost souls and be on time for the meeting in Asgard?" The two were in a hurry. Varinheim was a long journey that would take all day and it would take just as long to reach Asgard. As Loki is known for his punctuality (especially after learning to teleport), to have him to arrive late would look very suspicious.
Loki smiled a smile that his own mother wouldn't think of trusting. "You underestimate me, dear wife. I happen to have a brilliant plan to save us time. In fact, he should be here right about..." he looked you to see a dust cloud faraway. A loud sound that sounded like a jet and then a boom sound followed as the source of the sonic boom appeared before them. "Now."
Harry froze at the sight of a large eight-legged horse. It was grand and as dark as ebony. The horse looked like it was made of pure muscle, as if he could pull a house and it would not slow down his speed. The strangest thing of all about him was his large green eyes that reminded him of his daddy's. No wait, the strangest thing was he was smiling a big grin. Harry may have never seen a horse in person before, but he knows that horses don't grin.
Sleiphner, the steed of Odin, king of horses and the fastest thing even more then Hermod, god of speed, had appeared; Sleiphner, son of the horse Svadifari and a tryst with Loki. Loki had... underestimated how fast the giant's horse was, and deeply underestimated the basic instincts of his new female form. By the time Loki realized what had happened or managed to get control of himself, he had been overtaken. A month later, while still a mare, and hiding from Asgard, he realized he was expecting.
Killing the child was not an option, so Loki went into hiding so that no one can see what had happened to him. He had given birth in a cave (at great personal risk) and had returned to Asgard with a proud eight-legged black foal. Fearful of his treatment due to being his son, Loki knew that he had to downplay his son's intellect in front of the Asgard, knowing what they did to those they deemed different. Just as he planned, Odin saw nothing more than a useful beast and had him as his royal steed. He was treated among the horses as Odin was treated in Asgard. He had his own stall, servants and was pampered in ways that Loki feared may have spoiled the youngling rotten.
Which, unfortunately, they did.
"My son." Loki greeted with a smile while rubbing the large horse's face.
"Hello, mother." A voice escaped from the horse's mouth. Yes, Sleiphner can talk, what does one expect from a son of Loki? He spoke in a mischievous and yet rather snotty voice. Despite where and how he was raised, Sleiphner was most certainly not stupid. On the contrary, he was far more articulate and refined then his older brothers were and a bit more clever than his sister, Hela.
"It is good to see you, my little boy." Loki smiled fondly. "I do hope that no one saw you leave the stalls. The All-father will not be pleased that you are here at my orders despite the fact you are my son. I suppose he is still embarrassed on how you came into the world." Loki smiled sadly, as if he were to be blamed for this. While Loki hated pity, it never failed to annoy him that no one asked him what had happened to him those nine months away.
"My dear mother, have you forgotten who is the fastest horse in all of Asgard." The horse smugly grinned. Harry didn't think it was possible for it to be wider. "My speed can put that foolish messenger god Hermod in his place."
Loki rolled his eyes. "I cannot imagine where you have gotten this arrogant attitude from."
"Really? Avoiding mirrors lately?" The horse smirked, causing the Trickster to grin back at the brilliant comeback. Loki then turned and gave Harry a small push to the direction of the horse.
"Harry, meet one of your older brothers. This is Sleiphner Svadilfarison, the king of horses and swiftest of all beings. Sleiphner, this is your younger brother, Harry. I'm afraid he is too small to have any titles yet, but he'll grow to have one."
Harry shyly approached the enormous beast, who smiled friendly at the small boy before him. The steed son of Loki loved small children; they sometimes gave him sugar canes or carrots whenever they came to see him.
"Hello, little brother. It is very rare for me to meet my siblings." He smiled and nudged Harry with his face. This calmed Harry down and earned a giggle. "Especially one I know that won't try to eat me."
"How did you get here?" Sigyn questioned. It was not easy for Sleiphner to sneak out as he was surrounded by Asgardian servants and stable workers. Not to mention even for a horse, he was big.
"Forgotten you that I am a shape-shifter as well? I simply pretended I was a stable boy and walked past the workers and servants. As soon as I was in the clear, I raced here. The bumbling two-leggers never even saw me. They most likely did see my dust cloud." He tossed his mane back arrogantly.
"They didn't think you could outsmart them?" Harry tilted his head back. If his brother could talk, surely he must be smart. His big brother was not an average horse, even he knew that.
"They do not know that I am anything but a stupid beast. It's very easy to outsmart them when they consider you that way." Sleiphner drawled.
Harry blinked as he petted Sleiphner's mane. "They don't know that you're smart?" That seemed strange. Why did they think his brother was dumb? Why did his brother hide the fact that he could talk like people?
"Nay; and you must never let anyone know. I would then be killed or locked up like so many others." There, the horse lost all pleasantness in his voice and spoke with darkness that reminded Harry of his daddy when he acted all scary. Harry nodded quickly, not wanting to argue with his now scary big brother.
"So you're my brother too, huh?" Harry questioned. "How come you're a horse? And why did you call daddy, mummy? He's a daddy, not a mummy!"
The horse looked at Harry with a tinge of amusement while Loki suddenly tensed up. Sigyn also appeared awkward at the turn of the conversation.
"Really, mother did not tell you about me?" He huffed. "I should be insulted, but it is unsurprising considering how I was conceived. Allow me the privilege to tell you the wonder that is my birth. It's an intriguing story involving the miracle that is me, so pay attention: It all started when the Asgardians were too lazy to build a wall to protect their own city, so one day, my father, the strongest and fastest horse in all of Asgard was brought in by his master to build one. In payment, they were to give his master the goddess Freya of Venir, the sun and the moon goddesses. Naturally; the Asgardians were too stupid to realize that father's master was a frost giant, but by that time, they already made a promise to him. They had to honor their word or be seen as oath breakers by the eyes of the nine realms. It was my wonderfully intelligent mother that realized that while he made a promise not to interfere with the giant's work, he made no such promise to the horse, so mother turned himself into a beautiful green-eyed mare, and frolicked around father and..."
"Here! Eat your stupid oats!" Loki shouted as he shoved a nosebag full of oats in his son's mouth. Oh, that Sleiphner! Telling Harry that story when the boy did not even know yet where human babies came from. There was nothing pleasant about giving birth to children, especially an eight-legged foal with a penchant to kick. Loki can definitely vouch for that.
"Daddy, how are you a mummy?" he asked innocently. "How do you become a mummy?"
Loki glared at Sleiphner, who grinned while eating his oats. He would love to see how his mother gets out of this.
"Let's just go!" Loki growled, than started muttering about the wonders of glue factories on Midgard. He scooped up Harry as he climbed his son, who kneeled down to help them. Once Harry was properly secured, Loki helped Sigyn on.
"Can I say it?" Harry asked, excitedly. He had always, always wanted to say this ever since he saw picture of knights on horses.
"But of course." Loki grinned.
"GIDDY UP' HORSY!" he giggled, causing Sigyn to giggle along with him. Loki just smirked. Sleiphner's answer to Harry's order was a flat glare before he moved on down.
In a moment, they were gone with the wind.
OoooOoooO
Harry blinked the second he sat on his brother. "Why did you stop?" He blinked again and realized that they were in a forest he had never seen before. He had been sure that they had been in the stables a few seconds ago.
The horse smirked. "Because we are already here."
"How did you do that?" Harry thought that it was more magic. Maybe that disappearing thing one that his daddy could do, what was it called? Apprate? Apporeioate? That disappearing thing. "Can you disappear and reappear like daddy could?"
Sleiphner actually managed to look indignant.
"You insult me! That was no teleportation, I am pure speed. Did I not tell you I am the fastest? No one can compete with me!" Sleiphner boasted. "What would have taken a week of travel from ordinary everyday horses took me mere seconds." Loki got off and pulled Harry off. Sigyn stayed on Sleiphner; she had no wish to visit her lupine step son.
"Welcome to the lands of Varinheim, the lands of the lost, Home to Fenris Lokison, prince of monsters." Sleiphner announced as he leaned to the tree.
"Where is he?" Harry asked, almost impatiently. He wanted to see his oldest brother.
"Follow me, Harry." Loki smiled as he led Harry to the forest, which was as quiet as a grave. At first, all Harry saw was fog and dead trees. Had he not held his father's hand, he would have been terrified of the place; then he heard a deep and scary sound like growling and breathing from what looked like a giant mountain. As Loki and Harry moved closer, Harry's eyes widened at what had to be the biggest wolf he had ever seen, (Not that Harry had ever seen many wolves.) He was at least as big as the castle with a black as midnight coat. He was curled up on the ground and sleeping; when all of a sudden, he twitched and out of the blue, his head shot up. His eyes were blood-red and he had a row of razor-sharp teeth that could probably tear even giants apart. The wolf looked even deadlier than Aunt Marge's dog, Ripper. The gargantuan wolf was sniffing the air before turning to their direction. His eyes narrowed as he looked where they were standing. He spoke in a deep growling voice.
"Father, is that you? Who is that with you? I smell my brother Sleiphner, I smell your wife Sigyn, but the other alludes me." Fenris sniffed again as he tried to see what was so familiar about the scent. Clearly, it was a mortal. It did not smell like Doom or any of his father's mortal allies; however, he smelt his father's scent on him? Yet that could not be, Loki could not have had any children after what had happened on the last time he returned from Midgard.
Meanwhile, Harry poked his head from behind his daddy's leg. A talking wolf? He was a talking wolf? And he was talking to his daddy, which meat he was his big brother had a talking wolf for a big brother! Harry stopped being scared and grinned ecstatically. Dudley didn't have a giant wolf for a big brother; and all the other neighborhood kids that had any had regular ol' brothers! Everyone was going to be so jealous!
Loki pushed Harry behind him. "Let me approach first, Harry. Fenris can be a bit moody around strangers." The trickster then moved closer as Harry stood still. He had been worried about the giant wolf, but since he could talk, he wasn't that scary. He was surprised when he felt a nudge behind him and saw Sleiphner smiling down at him.
"Do not fear, my two-legged brother. That is our oldest brother, Fenris. He is frightening but his bark is worst then his bite." The horse reassured with a cheerful smile; He never had to fear Fenris. Of course, that could be because Fenris could never catch him anyway.
"I'm not scared. He looks cuddly and fuzzy to me." Harry observed, unfortunately, he said this in a loud high-pitched voice for Fenris to hear. Loki winced, knowing how Fenris would react to those words.
"WHO IS THERE? SHOW YOURSELF, MORSEL! I'LL SHOW YOU CUDDLY AND FUZZY!" Fenris roared. He was the prince of monsters, not some puppy to coo over.
"Fenris, be calm." Loki sighed as he finally reached him. Sometimes that mutt was too sensitive for his own good. The wolf rose from the ground, showing that he was bigger than Harry thought; he might even be bigger than a skyscraper. Fenris eyed the god that stood before him, then his eyes softened and he stopped showing his teeth. He lowered his head to allow himself to be petted.
"Father, it is you, after all. I see you are doing better." The growl was still there, but there was a trace of kindness. The giant wolf was pleased to see that he was looking better than he had been in years. The last time he had been here, he had been gaunt, miserable, and broken, it was all the wolf god could do not to break the chain and slaughter Odin and the Asgardians for this. It was their fault his father had suffered in such a manner. Fenris would never admit it out loud to anyone, but he had been honestly worried for his father's continued health. It didn't help that a surprisingly upset Hela would come to him, claiming that Loki's name would fade in and out of the list of those she must claim. Fenris had secretly feared that Hela's next visit would be to inform him that Loki was now a resident of Niffleheim.
"I am better, Fenris. How fare you, my son?" he gave a small smile to reassure his son that he was in no danger of harming himself anymore. It bothered to now see how his behavior over the years had worried his children. To think he had caused them to fret over his health this way.
"As well as a prisoner can fare, father." Fenris, despite being a vicious wolf, managed to pull off an aura of haughtiness and indignity that Loki had only ever seen on that prat, Lucius Malfoy. "What brings you here, father? Surely this cannot be a social visit."
"Harry, this is your brother, Fenris Lokison. Fenris, I present prince Harry James Potter-Lokison." Loki pulled Harry from behind him and gave him a small push. Fenris looked at the child who called him fuzzy and cuddly.
"Hi." Harry shyly said as he looked at his feet. Fenris grinned at him.
"Your name is a bit of a mouthful. How about I just call you lunch?" He licked his chops as he eyed the demi-god.
"EEEKK! Daddy!" Harry hid behind Loki.
"Fenris." Loki growled warningly while he smiled at Harry. "He won't eat you, Harry. Fenris knows he's not allowed to eat his siblings. Isn't that right, my carnivorous son?" he gave his son a warning glare.
Fenris grinned. Unlike Jomungand; he did not fear the rage of his father. So he leaned forward and gave both Loki and Harry a wet lick, leaving them soaked in saliva. Harry looked like he was in shock while Loki sighed. Being soaked in Fenris spit was nothing new to him.
"He tastes delicious." He gave another hungry lick to his chops and Harry hid being Loki's leg again. Loki pinched his nose, and then he leaned forward and pulled at Fenris' left ear hard enough to cause the wolf to release an indignant yelp.
"This is no way to treat I; Fenris, Prince of Monsters, and your first born son." He grumbled.
Harry's eyes widened. "You're the Prince of Monsters. The servants said a lot of things about you!" Harry's eyes widened. His big brother was that big scary monster everyone was afraid of?
"Ha! Tis good to know that I am still popular among the Asgard. What did they tell you about me, lunch?" He grinned and leaned so close that Loki could smell blood in his mouth, which caused to trickster to frown.. Had he been eating people who passed by? And why did that suddenly bother him more than it should?
Harry thought for a minute. "You're a big brother to a dragon and death and you're an Odinane..."
"Odinsbane." Loki and Fenris corrected at the same time. They quickly looked at one another, before looking back to Harry.
"And you'll do bad things on Ragrok."
"Ragnarok," They both corrected in a bored tone. To be honest, neither of them have been thinking much of that event; Loki because he stopped caring and Fenris because he had been too worried about his father to put much thought in it.
"Is it true?" Harry asked, wondering of his brother was really as bad as they say.
Fenris grinned, showing all his sharp teeth. "What do you think, lunch? Am I as evil as they claim?" his eyes glowed with malice.
Harry took a moment to think before he answered. "I think you're just a silly puppy." Harry honestly stated with a grin. Loki laughed while Sleiphner started neighing in laughter, Sigyn smacked her head. Fenris was gobsmacked before he glared.
"Come closer and say that to me!" Harry took a step back while Loki calmly walked to Fenris and gave his ear another sharp tug.
"Fenris! Be nice to your brother or else!" Loki snarled in a manner that told everyone which parent Fenris took after.
"Ow, ow! Dammit, yes! Release me, Trickster!" Fenris yelped as he shook his head loose from his father's grip. Damn that man! If anyone else treated him in such a manner, they would be digesting in his stomach about now.
"Good, he will be staying with you."
"What?! Why?!" He looked flabbergasted. He hadn't babysat any of his siblings in centuries.
"Because I have a meeting in Asgard to go, and Harry cannot be trusted to stay out of trouble." He said
"Hey!" Harry looked insulted.
"And I do not trust the servants to watch him for too long." Loki finished, not even pausing from the interruption.
"Harry, I expect you to your best behavior. Do not leave Fenris' sight. Fenris, make sure no one knows about Harry. Those that find out, either devour them or have your sons do it." He said darkly as his eyes glowed malevolently.
Fenris blinked at his father before he nodded his head. Rarely did his father look so threatening around him. "Aye, father."
Loki smirked and turned to strut to eight-legged son, who patiently grazed on the grass.
"Your ride awaits, mother." Sleiphner grinned as he kneeled enough to allow Loki to climb on. Sigyn quickly followed. Then, in blink of an eye, they were gone, with only a trail of dust clouds to tell that they had been here.
"Bye daddy, I love you." Harry said to the wind.
"Yes, goodbye father; and good riddance." Fenris grumbled. Why in Asgard did he ever feel worried about him anyway? It must be some odd sentiment that he had yet to stamp out of yet from his ice-cold heart. "I suppose it's just you and me, lunch. You understand with father gone, there is no one to stop me."
"Daddy says you have ta be nice." Harry scowled. He would not be bullied again; even if his big brother was even meaner and scarier than Dudley could ever hope to be.
"Have to; the words are 'have to'. If father insists that I and my younger siblings must have proper grammar, then so do you." He growled, remembering what a taskmaster his father on the subject on proper speech.
Harry crossed his arms and pouted.
It seemed that Harry's relationship with his brother was off to a great start.
OoooOoooO
A flash and dust cloud later, Sleiphner appeared with his mother and Sigyn in the Golden city of Asgard. He gave a courteous bow of his head and disappeared back to the courtyard, where those pretty mares were waiting for him. Loki rolled his eyes at his son's antics while chuckling. 'My son is sometimes more like me then I care to admit.'
He marched to where the halls of Asgard were. His thoughts went through the sight of the castle, which he had not gotten a proper look in years. It was as magnificent as ever, even more so then the palaces he had seen, and he had seen plenty on Midgard. It rivaled in his own and that of his old partner in crime, Victor Von Doom. The only difference is that the castle was sombre and filled with coldness, whereas palaces like Hogwarts was warm and always made him feel at home.
'Asgard is aesthetically pleasing, but it has not been my home for a long time. It does not have the same feel of when I walk in the Potter mansion or in the halls of Hogwarts. I suppose I now know why Thor always goes to Midgard, it is his home too.' He thought wistfully. He truly missed Midgard. While not as wondrous as Asgard, it had been the only place where he had been fully loved and accepted. As he thought of what he lost on Midgard, His thoughts then went back to his Midgardian brothers; that painful pang on his chest returned. Once again, he wondered what prevented his brothers to shirk from their responsibility to Harry. He thought that he would always count on them especially when it came to the safety of Harry, but his eyes were now open. Also, when he had spoken to Jomungand, he had been saddened to learn that only Remus showed up, and Sirius was not around. Lupin had come in, looking sick as the full moon would be coming soon. That was weeks ago He should have gone through it by now. But Sirius didn't even bother to personally find out about his godson's well-being; and Loki had always thought he adored the boy.
'Perhaps I made a mistake in assuming he could take care of my son. Perhaps Sirius never truly grew up after the Shrieking Shack incident. I thought I could trust him with Harry's well-being, but he couldn't even do that for me. Perhaps he never truly was my brother.' Instead of anger, Loki was overwhelmed by sadness. He did not trust people often and those he did he could count on one hand, Sirius was one of the few people on that hand.
It hurt to learn that Sirius was not worthy of that trust.
"Padfoot." He whispered, as he thought about the little brother with a spark of mischief that was nearly equal to his own. Could he no longer place his fate on his brothers? After everything they went through together? They played with each other, fought with each other, went through so much pain together, even the loss of Charles and Dorea Potter. How could Sirius do this to him and Harry? Did family truly mean nothing to him?
"Moony." He thought of his lupine brother, the voice of reason and someone that acted as his conscious so to speak, which was laughably ironic considering of his more vicious and violent side. He had often ignored his words of wisdom and had even pressured him to join in on his merry-making, but Remus had always, always, always been loyal to him. Apparently, that loyalty was now misplaced.
"Pettigrew." Loki felt his eyes darken at the thought last brother: The one that openly betrayed him. He was no longer Wormtail to him it is the name brothers bound by friendship and love have given him. He had sold himself to the service of the mortal wizard fool and was an accessory to Lily's murder. He was also, in a way, responsible for Harry's placement with the Dursleys. If he had never betrayed them, none of this would have happened. Loki hoped the Dementors feasted on his soul. Of course, a lifetime in Azkaban works fine, too. This brother deserved no less.
"Loki!" A voice shouted behind him.
'Speaking of brothers.' Loki thought in distaste as he turned around to face the second favorite of Odin, next to Thor. "What is it, Balder? What do you want?"
Balder looked at him cautiously. "I see you received the message. I suppose this means that you are here to find out what news that has the All-Father as well as many of the other gods upset."
"I had better things to do, but out of respect for the lord of Asgard, I shall see what this is all about." Loki sneered as he walked up to catch up with his wife who took one look at Balder and walked ahead in disgust, Loki could not blame her. She had her own reasons to not associate herself to Balder. She had no love or respect for Balder ever since her sister Nana, who had been married to Balder, had died. Not only had Balder failed in protecting her beloved sister, but he even wanted to forget she existed. For a man who loved her, he believed it was alright to forbid any talk of her or be reminded of her, something everyone else in Asgard complied to. This, unfortunately, included Idunna and Sigyn, who seemed too much like their sister and often enough, Balder would mistake her for Nana. When he realized the error, he would cry out deceit and ordered to be out of his sight for reminding her of her. He even had the nerve to act as if he were the only one grieving.
What of her and her sister Odunna? What of her mother, who had wept for days on end of golden tears? Her father who also was heartbroken, despite not being his daughter by blood? They were her sisters, they had loved her too! Was their love not enough that Balder forbids them to speak of her or remind him of her? Weeping snivelling fool, his wish came true! No one seems to remember her except family. Nana was now not even a memory even to Asgard. Sigyn was sure that should the Ragnarok cycle begin again, even it may forget her in the next cycle. She walked ahead, expecting Loki to follow. She knew Loki also wanted little to do with the so-called god of light.
Balder was not surprised to see that Sigyn had no wish to his company. He knew that he had hurt the young princess with his actions in the past, but he would find a way to redeem himself to her later. For now, he wished to speak to his step brother whom, for the first time in five years, was actually speaking again. He walked beside the God of mischief and looked at the scowling face.
"Mother misses you." Balder started the conversation in a whisper, but he knew Loki heard by the way he stiffened and grinded his teeth.
Scowling, Loki continued his walk. He did not need to get into that conversation. He had no wish to speak to Frigga anymore then he wished to speak to Thor. Where was she when he needed comfort and attention? Where was she when he was being unjustly punished for minor pranks as a child or accused of the one he didn't pull? Where was she when the children mocked his bloodline and his apparent weakness? While she was not cold and harsh like Odin often was to him, he did not like the fact that she ignored him in favor of Thor or did not stand up for him when he needed her. She had never been there for him when he was growing up; what made her think that he would want her now?
"She loves you, Loki. She may not have shown it as often as she liked but you know that father has the power. She is queen but has no say in what is best for her sons." He pressed on, his face showed how the years had been to him since Loki's return. His mother's sadness had compelled him to approach the god that had attempted to kill him and had even succeeded a few times. Loki did not look impressed by this speech.
"She is heartbroken, Loki. There isn't a day where she does not think of thee. She is aware now that she holds some blame for how far you had fallen." He stated, ignoring the glare. "We all made mistakes with thee, though you also should be held accountable for your actions. But mother wishes a fresh slate with thee. Please Loki, she is trying to show she loves you and wishes you in her life again. Do you not remember how she held you when you were a child? Or how she taught thee how to read and write? How she consoled you when you had nightmares? Has thee forgotten that she and Thor remembered thy birthday and brought thee gifts as well?"
Loki did remember all those things. He also remembered being ignored in favor of Thor, having her watch as he was punished by Odin, and the number of spells she was responsible for when he was sealed in the tree or chained to a rock.
"You are not a child of her blood, but she wet-nursed you with her own bosom. She cared for you and loved you as her own. Does that mean nothing to you?" Balder pressed on.
Loki froze at that, his back still at Balder. Balder wondered if he was getting through with Loki. Perhaps they could resolve this and the House of Odin can come back to order again. But as Loki turned to face him, Balder could tell from the look on his step-brother's face that he was anything but in a forgiving mood.
"I suppose this is the scene where we embrace one another and I weep and shout on how right you are, and then we hold hands and prance to mother and have a group hug, acting like a real family." Loki spat. "Oh, how I have forgotten at what a naïf you can be sometimes. Mommy dearest had centuries to fix this! She even knew what was happening was unfair to me, but she made no attempts to help me or sympathize with me. She never said more than a few words to me in my lifetime as far as I know and I don't think she knew what was happening to me outside the castle walls. What kind of parent is unaware of their child's suffering?" Loki shouted as he took deep breaths. 'Someone like me, that's who.' Loki thought bitterly. What a fool he was not to check on his son or to see to his well-being? Who knows how Harry would have grown up if he had continued to this path? 'I will never trust anyone with his well-being again. He belongs to me now. And may the creator himself help any fool that tries to steal him away from me now.'
"At least she did not leave you. At least you grew up with her! I understand she was trying to protect me from those that wish me harm, but do you have the slightest idea what it was like to grow up with no name or idea of who your parents were. Do you know what it was like to learn that the person you grew up as was a lie?" Balder, although had long since forgiven his mother and father for their act, was still quite resentful for their abandonment. It was only a few years ago he had learned he was also a son of Odin and brother to Thor.
Loki's was a mask of pure ice, only his slightly trembling hands showed his distress. "No, I do not. Instead, I grew up knowing exactly who my parents were: Frost Giants. I grew up being reminded that I was the son of the king and queen of Jotumheim, the very monsters that we were born to kill. Everyone knew it and tormented and teased me for it. Those that did not jeer me simply hated me and spoke treasonous words of me, claiming me evil or the midget lackey of the giants! 'Loki Lackeyson!' Remember that particular nickname!" He snapped. Balder shuddered, that had been started by Sif, and soon became a popular name to give the adopted son of Odin. He had never called Loki that before, but then again, he never said much to Loki anyway.
"I had no one but Thor to keep me company, and even then, he would go off to see either you or Sif to play with since I was too weak to spar with or others would rather prefer his company without me. Who would want to play with this 'weak little frost giant!'" He took in a breath as Balder wondered how long he had been holding all this back.
"Odin and Frigga loved you even when they did not raise you and you have friends who will always be there for you. I lost my true parents on Midgard, who I can proudly claim raised me well. As for friends, well, one was a traitor, another was always hiding and running off in secrecy and the other whom I loved more than any brother has failed me spectacularly. And the one person that would have made coming home to Asgard worthwhile is dead, frozen in the Halls of the ice queens. As it is, I am trapped here in Asgard, surrounded by people whom hate and detest me, constantly living each day here, knowing that what I had on Midgard is gone forever." Ending his last word with a sob, Loki turned away and walked to the golden city with a thoughtful Balder.
"Do not speak of me of your problems or theirs. There isn't a day I do not wish I had died that Halloween night with her." Loki stated before entering the palace. Balder lowered his head. It would appear that although Loki was doing better, he still carried a great deal of bitterness and hate in his heart.
He could not even deny that he had a right for it.
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Meanwhile; Harry was doing what no one ever thought of doing: exploring the heavy coat of Fenris. Fenris had fallen asleep as soon as Loki left, believing that the little monster won't wander off. Harry, after a few minutes, became bored and looked around to see what he could do for fun.
"Lost in the forest of doom our hero continues to move through the woods, to save the princess from the evil snuggle-tooth." Harry narrates in his head as he moves through his brother's furry back. Harry then spots a large flea minding his own business and sucking on Fenris' blood. "There's his minion! I shall slay the monster!" he giggled a bit and prepared to attack with his wooden toy sword, courtesy of Sigyn.
"I attack," Harry shouted as he tried to stab the flea. "Meet your doom!" The flea was not harmed by the attack as his armour was too strong. But the flea did look annoyed (if fleas can look annoyed.) Fenris woke up to the feeling of something jumping up and down his back and a child's laughter. Then he heard shouts followed by Harry cheering he had 'slain the monster'. Meanwhile, said flea had moved down to the tail area to avoid that insane boy.
"Lunch, What on Asgard are you doing up there? Do you presume to think you can climb the back of the wolf god Fenris Lokison, he who will escape the strongest chain crafted by dwarves one day soon; He who would devour Odin; he who is the father of sons who will swallow up the sun and the moon?" Fenris was amazed by the impudence of this child. Even the bravest and most foolhardy of warriors knew better then to come near him, let alone climb him. What have those fool teachers been teaching Harry about him? Surely Harry knew the fear and respect his very name demanded?
"Please stop calling me lunch." Harry pleaded as he finally reached the top of Fenris' head with a pleased smile. He gave his brother a friendly scratch on top of his head. Fenris growled and shook his head, causing Harry to slide down to his nose.
"Must you be so close to me, why risk my wrath?" Fenris growled. Only Loki was allowed to scratch him behind his ears. He trusted no one else to touch him so affectionately, even other family members.
"I wanna hang out with you." Harry whined as he got between Fenris's eyes, which looked at Harry a bit cross-eyed. Harry giggled at that. It was really hard to see his big brother scary when he looked like that. Fenris narrowed his eyes at the feeling he was being mocked.
"I want to or I wish to. Once again, you make me the teacher of grammar." He growled. "And I have no wish for you to..." he paused as he took in the boy's request. "Why do you want to stay with me, anyway?"
"Cause I want to. C'mon, be my friend, big brother. I could rub your tummy?" He offered with a smile.
"How would you like to rub it from the inside?" He growled; though he lost his bite. Harry was being far nicer then the Asgardians had been to him. Even the most benevolent Balder would not ask a hand of friendship from him.
"How come you don't like me?" Harry looked sad that his big brother was so mean. Fenris blinked at the hurt look on Harry's face and tried not to squirm.
"I don't like anyone; not even my own family. They annoy me. I'll eat them all one day after I finish off Odin." He snarled. That wasn't true. He did love them in his own way, but they infuriated him and he barely tolerated most of his many siblings whom had different mothers.
"Even daddy? You would eat daddy?" Harry challenged, not believing a word of that.
"Nay, but only because doing so would give me severe indigestion." He answered, chuckling to himself; which caused Harry to laugh, though he did not know what indigestion was. Harry managed to slide down and gave his brother a small glance over.
"How come you're chained up?" Harry frowned at the long leash on his brother's neck. Curiously, he walked up to the chain. It was very thin and glinted in the sun. It didn't look like it was very strong at all but Harry found he could not break it.
Fenris growled hatefully as he glared at nothing in particular. "The Asgard did this to me. They fear me as much as I hate them."
"Why? Did you try to eat them?" Harry asked. He figured Fenris had to be punished for a reason, he must have been naughty.
"Nay! At the time, I had foolishly trusted them! We all did." His red eyes flared to life as he remembered the pain and betrayal done by Asgard, especially by his grandfather Odin and foster father Tyr. "Tell me, Harry," Harry jumped at the fact that Fenris used his real name, "Do you wish for me to tell you about the treacherous Asgard and why we are to hate them?"
Harry nodded; he had to know. Fenris closed his eyes as he spoke, the memory still infuriating him.
"We were happy once, my younger siblings and I. We had been in Jotumheim with our mother and knew only peace. We had never known warfare or known about the prejudice in our world. Despite being a mere pup, I often hunted for food for my family, sometimes Jomungand would join me. Hela would stay with mother and keep house. Father would come and visit us and would teach us magic and tell us tales of his adventures with that 'buffoon of a brother' as he often called him. It may not seem much to a small prince as you, but to my small family and me, it was paradise." Fenris closed his eyes as he tried not to think too much of those times; so many memories of happy times, when he had not been so bloodthirsty, of when his family did not know of times of vengeance. "All was well until the Asgard came. They stormed our lands, destroyed our home and had mother surrender us."
"Your mummy gave you up?" Harry looked horrified. Why would any mother do that? His own mummy died for him! Even his mean old Aunt Petunia would hit anyone that would hurt his cousin.
"Easily! She had hoped by giving us away, she would be spared. Unfortunately for her, the Asgardians believe that the only good giant is a dead one." He grinned maliciously, but lost the smile as he held a grim expression. "I had learned later on that my father had been banished into a room with no doors, forever in sleep. It was his punishment for his crimes not yet carried and the fact he fathered us."
"Why did they punish him?" Harry didn't like this story. Everyone was mean to his family for no reason.
"For being a giant's son, for creating us, for crimes he has yet to commit." Fenris growled. "Who knows their reason, but there is always an excuse for punishing father. I suppose they would punish him for being too happy."
A flash of cold blue flared in Harry's green eyes as he clenched his fists. The Asgard reminded of the Dursleys, who also never wanted to have Harry happy as it would bring him hope if he was, they said. A few snow storm clouds formed just above the area around him. It wasn't snowing, but it was there as a warning to others that Harry was upset.
"Jormungand," Fenris continued, "Was the first to be attacked. I tried to defend him, but they were stronger than me at the time. I was forced to watch my brother be picked up and thrown out of Asgard and on to Midgard. And then my sister... your sister as well, was banished to the lands of the dead. She had been so weak at the time because they removed her cloak and left her gasping for life on the ground. She had no means to defend herself as she could barely move without it. She was only a child when she had been banished to the lands of the dead. Had it not been for her arcane powers, she would have very well been killed by the creatures of the dead residing there."
"And they chained you up?" Harry asked as the air around them grew cold and cold air came out of his mouth. This was unfair; his family had been treated just like freaks. How could anyone do that to his family? What had they ever done?
Fenris growled, rage in his heart at the betrayal he had suffered. "Nay, at least not at first! They decided to have me raised with the wolves in the pen that they often used to hunt with. I thought I was the lucky one, at first. They had our dear Uncle Tyr raise me and teach me the warrior aspect of Asgardian life. Often times, I would join with him in battle in my hybrid form." Fenris suddenly shrunk down to the size of a man and stood bi-pedal, the chain shrinking to adapt to the change. Harry's eyes widened at having to see a huge wolf turn into a small but strong-looking werewolf. The wolf sat and crossed his legs as Harry moved closer.
"I was one of his strongest students; I grew stronger and stronger until I defeated even Tyr, the god of war. I thought the Asgardians would then value me and have me as one of their warriors. After all, the Asgardians valued warrior prowess and strength, surely they would keep me." Fenris growled that he had ever been so naive. "I should have known it was all a trick!"
"What happened?" The more Harry listened, the more he didn't like the Asgardians. Frost was starting to form at his feet as he clenched his fist. If Fenris noticed it, he did not comment on it.
"There was a game I often played with where they would chain me up and I would break free to show my prowess. They would make bets on how long it would take for me to break the strongest of their chains. It was amusing to me, so I played along." He snarled as he came to the next part. "In reality, they had been trying to see if they could trap me as they knew I had grown too powerful to control. Fools! I would never have betrayed them. A wolf is powerful, swift and cunning, but above all, they are fiercely loyal to those they consider pack. I had foolishly considered my Asgardians my pack so they had nothing to fear from me." He snarled as his eyes glowed. "Now they have everything to fear from me."
He let out a snarl of pure hate as he was reminded of the deep betrayal.
"Tyr came to me with a small little chain that you now see before you. It was fragile-looking, but it reeked of dwarves. Even then, I suspected something, father always told me to never ever trust dwarves."
"Why?" Harry frowned deepened as he was wondering if dwarves were as bad as the Asgardians. Fenris let out a growl as he remembered his father returning one day with his lips sewed and in pained tears. Hela and Angrboda had to unstitch them while He and Jomungand had to hold him down from thrashing. It had been the first time he had ever seen his father so miserable and broken, and sadly; it would never be the last.
"If you look closely at father's lips, you'll see little scars. Ask him how he got them and who gave them to him." Harry's eyes flashed blue again, and the air chilled slightly around them. Just as quickly, it went away. He bit his lip and looked tearful that his daddy was hurt.
"So I asked Tyr, my father-figure, to place a hand in my mouth as a sign of good faith." He continued.
Harry gasped. "He said no?"
Fenris gave a sinister grin as his eyes flashed with delight. "Oh he agreed; those Asgardians are gluttons for punishment. So when they placed my chain as Tyr placed his hand in my mouth, I pulled. I could not break it and I realized that from the looks on their faces, that they had tricked me. Once I realized that, I bit off Tyr's hand and swallowed it."Fenris gave a barking laughter as he remembered the only good thing that happened to what he considered a miserable day while Harry looked sick at the thought. Even Loki had a good laugh out of that when he heard about it. "To this day, I am still here, with only my family to seek me out. When my father eventually freed himself, he had been cold, hateful, and half mad from his imprisonment. But then, so were the rest my family. I, myself have gone mad from rage on occasion. I was trapped in a constant berserker state for a while." He grinned. "Be thankful that old age has mellowed this old wolf, Lunch."
Fog was coming out of Harry's ears and mouth. Around his feet, ice formed. His hair went pure white and his eyes were so light blue they were almost white. Fenris raised an eyebrow and wondered if what was happening to Harry was normal. Shaking his head, he continued on his tale; at least to instill the lesson to Harry on to never trust an Asgardian.
"Do you see, brother? Do you see what the Asgardians have done to me; to your family? Do you see now why we must destroy them? If you have a problem with my attitude, blame them! They made me who I am!" He looked at Harry and was shocked at what he saw.
In the beginning of the story, Harry had been very upset by what they had done to his big brother and the rest of his family. As Fenris had continued, Harry felt that familiar power that he had felt back on earth when Dudley and his gang with the school had harmed him. He felt the hate and fury quickly form... then it evaporated just as quickly. Instead, he sobbed, losing all of his anger and preferring to feel sad for his brother. Harry's anger never lasted too long, as he disliked the feeling (1). They came and went just like the snow clouds. No, what he felt now was overwhelming sadness. Why did bad things always happen to him and his family? Did God hate them as much as Aunt Petunia always said He did? Harry walked up and wrapped his arms around Fenris' neck. "I'm sorry, big brother." He kissed his brother's cheek.
Fenris blinked and spluttered as he looked away, glad that his fur hid his blush. "Bah! Do not pity me; I will escape and I will have my revenge on Odin. It is my destiny."
"Still, that's so sad. You're a meanie, but you're not a monster." Harry thought it had been cruel to trick his brother like that or to send his sister and Jomungand away simply for being different. It was not so different from when he lived with the Dursleys. Why did everyone hate them so much? Why couldn't they all be friends?
"Imagine that: A Lokison with a weeping heart! I can assure you that this is not even the saddest story I have. I have younger brothers who's had worse. Correction: I had two younger brothers..." At that, Fenris looked a little sad as he remembered two small boys that his father used to bring. "Father wanted no more children with his wives after that incident as he knew what their lives would be like. If he has any on Midgard, he won't recognize them for their own safety. You are the exception, little brother. If what Jomungand has told me is true, living in that house any longer would have destroyed you. My only regret is that they still live and are protected from father's wrath." He growled at the thought that these mortals were still protected by a charm made specifically to protect Harry. He vowed that the second the spell was broken, he would have the mortals in his claws and powerful jaw.
Or what's left of them when Loki was through with them, anyway.
Harry sighed as he buried his face on his brother's neck. He didn't care about the Dursleys anymore, they did not matter anymore. What mattered now was his real family, who loved him as much as he loved them. He frowned; at least, he thought Fenris liked him.
"Fenris, do you really not like your family, or me?" he asked innocently. Fenris squirmed and was studiously attempting to look away from Harry's wide eyes.
"Make no mistake, little brother; I hate and loathe the Asgard. My loyalty will only be with my family, however. As such, I will never use any form of revenge that may expose you to them." Fenris growled, not really answering the question. "No matter how much I want my enemies destroyed; I would sooner die then have my father broken-hearted again."
Taking this as a sign that Fenris did like him and his family after all, Harry smiled as he cuddled to his brother again. He then scowled at the chain that was keeping his brother from being free. To him, it was like being locked up in a cupboard. "Do you want me to take the chain off?" he gave it a slight tug.
Fenris gave a bark-like laugh and grabbed Harry's small hands. "Nay, I will remove myself when the time for Ragnarok comes. It would make my revenge all the sweeter." He grinned in that scary grin that would have unnerved any child. But Harry was used to scary smiles like that from his father; so he only hugged Fenris again, who blinked in confusion at this abundant show of affection.
"Okay, can I pet you now?" Harry asked; changing the subject to something less scary.
"May I pet you?" Fenris corrected; then shuddered. For a second there, he sounded like his father. He hesitated, and then said. "And yes, you may."
He pretended to ignore the pleased look on Harry's face.
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Loki sneered as he arrived to the great halls. He had not been there for quite some time and he could see that nothing has changed. The people were still pompous, so full of themselves because they preferred the perfection of physique rather than that of the mind. The warriors were laughing uproariously about some quest or another. The buffet was being massacred by them, especially that buffoon, Volstagg. And as usual, the Valkyries and handmaidens were having their silly little girl-talk, probably about Thor. The day could only be worse if only...
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the destroyer of all that is beautiful." A melodic voice sneered behind him. Loki knew that voice and loathed it. Wonderful! Now his day was complete. There was Amora, with her beautiful figure but a golden mask that covered everything to prevent her from accidentally cursing others with her own.
"Ahhh, Amora, how is the mask, still itches? Are you and Doom exchanging masks. I bet you give each other horror stories on how you'll ruin the life of your significant enemies, who are not to blame for your situation." (2)
"It is your fault!" She screamed, while Skurge held her by the shoulder, giving Loki a cold glare. He, too, never forgave Loki for what he had done.
"My fault?" He gave an innocent look as he pressed his hands to his chest in mock surprise.
"The loss of my beauty is your fault!" She repeated with hate. "All your fault!"
"What? That you have such an ugly soul? Not quite my fault. The fault lies in your belief that you believed that your beauty would help you get away from many things." The sad thing was that that was the belief for many years fed to her. Even he had fed those delusions at the time when he was attracted to her. No longer; for he had seen true beauty and it was not Amora.
"Loki, leave her alone!" Thor growled. The last thing he wanted was his brother to start a fight before the All-Father even got here. Loki gave a side-glance glare before he ignored Thor all together. He was having way too much fun, which is something he hadn't had in years.
Loki chuckled mirthlessly; then he gave his coldest glare, causing others to step back. "You should never had said those things about her! You had no right! In any case, I gave you an out. All you had to do is show you are remorseful for it. Well, are you?"
"Nay!" she would not play Loki's twisted games, besides; she meant every word she had said about that filthy magic-whore of a mortal. "I will not take it back!"
Loki scowled and he let a bit of the God of Evil to return. "Then it stays." he stated coldly; his glower and hate very obvious. Maybe he would have made an effort to remove it (maybe) but now all his old feelings towards her returned. He had learned his lessons when he had been on Midgard, why hadn't she been taught to understand feelings of compassion and empathy for humans.
"Of course, that is assuming that I even know the counter-curse to your problem." He shrugged.
"Loki..." Balder started
"I told you, I don't know how to undo it. Only she did. So the alternative is that she has to do it herself. As it is, she is no longer with us." He answered tiredly. He was so tired of this conversation. "I do not wish to be here anymore then you want me to. However, I am here. Either tolerate or ignore me. Either way, I shall leave thee alone if you leave me alone." He moved past Thor and went straight to the main entrance.
Thor growled at Amora, no longer sympathetic to her plight. Loki had seemed to be in a better mood today and that enchantress ruined it!
Amora felt tears fall as she saw the glare Thor had given her before she scowled again, yet another thing to blame Loki for.
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They ignored him, while he in turn did the same. So Loki simply sat on the tables of the great feast and watched as many of the warriors were showing off their weapons and speaking about what each had done to gain its name. Loki had never bragged about it, but then, his weapons never had names as Loki preferred to let his magic do the talking.
He watched them parry with one another before he looked away; this was more on pure strength and speed than skill. As he looked away, he spotted a rapier of worth in a corner of the far wall. He smiled at the artwork as he summoned it to him. The handle was well and the steel was clearly elven. No doubt a weapon for light use rather than sheer power as the dwarves would make. He swung it expertly with a smile. It has been a while since he held a sword of such magnificence and awe. Only the sword of Gryffindor would get such a reaction from him. As he examined the sword, the thought of his training by his father surfaced.
"Potters are all Master swordsman. It is an art passed on to others when the sword of Gryffindor is then passed down to the next generation. One day, you will be training your son and passing on the sword."
His father's words were whispering in his ears, his hands ghosting on his as he corrected a few moves, the stance, the anticipation, and then the dual. Oh, how he dueled with his father. Sometimes his father would let him win, other times he would go all out to remind him that he had much to learn. His father had never seen battle himself, but he did fight as if he had warrior's blood in him. Sometimes, Loki wondered if perhaps Thor really had a hand in the line of Gryffindor. If that was true, Thor was even more related to him then he thought.
What a disturbing thought!
Loki closed his eyes as he started to dance and weave while his sword danced the razor sharp dance. Weaving and twisting as he fought his imaginary opponent, his father helping him and correcting his mistakes.
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"All noble families know how to use a sword. Few of the ancient and noble, however, have a sword of their own. It is mostly kept as an ornament. But to us, whose line have the blood of Godric Gryffindor, the sword is more than a symbol, it is a way of life." Charlus Potter explained to his thirteen year old son. Both were in fencing suits with their masks over their heads. James looked at the sword of Gryffindor in awe as His father reverently pulled it out from its scabbard.
"Like our ancestors, we Potters are more than just artisans, we are protectors. However, these days, the only fights I have are either in the board of school governors or in the Wizemgomat meetings. I rarely need a sword for those battles, though it would make meetings much easier and shorter if I did." He smirked.
James giggled. "So I won't need to use it. I can go out and play with Sirius now?"
Charlus smiled. "I thought that, too. I thought the days of fighting and witch hunts were over in my day and age. I assumed that we lived in a time of peace for Wizard folk, with only the occasional attack from lethiholds and vampires. Then World War two occurred and Griddleward brought his evil to that senseless war. My father and I fought against his kind, while Dumbledore," there, he said that name with no small amount of annoyance "Faced against Grindleward. Who's to say another dark lord won't show up again? It is best to prepare for the worst."
"So if a dark lord comes I can fight him with the sword of Gryffindor? Hey, why stop there? I bet I can slay a hundred dark lords with this?" he jumped up, excited at the prospect.
Charlus rolled his eyes at his son's exuberance. "Really, James? I'm not asking you to look for trouble, but to be prepared for it in case it seeks you out."
"I thought 'Potter's always did their duty', father?" He grinned as he placed his fencing mask on. "So what you're really saying is that I should just stay out of trouble, then? And I never have to learn swords lesson again?"
Charlus chuckled as he placed his mask on. "That would be nice, wouldn't it? To not have any trouble or to run from it? Unfortunately, Trouble exists in this world whether we want it or not and Nobody can run from trouble forever, there's no place far enough. It's even worse for us, Potters. We don't look for trouble. But for some odd reason, it knows where we live." He sighed with a tired smile. "The curse seems to get worse over the generation. I was always the known trouble maker in my time in Hogwarts, but McGonagall seems to think you take the cake. Don't forget, this is the same woman who went to school with me."
James laughed childishly. At least he was making his own mark in the world, even if it was as a prankster.
"Now, let's hope your time at Hogwarts hasn't eroded your skills." He said as he got in his stance, James mirroring him.
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Oh, how right his father was. Trouble seemed to come hand in hand with Potters, even his own son. So far, after reuniting with Harry, it has been one problem after another.
Loki hoped, one day, to return to Midgard and get the sword back, not for his sake as the weapons he wielded were far more suited for him, but for Harry's. It was about time that Harry learned of his legacy as a Potter, not just as a Trickster and Lokison. He wanted Harry to know what it meant being a Potter and their place in the Wizarding World. He wanted Harry to know his grandparents and the people he had been raised with. He wanted Harry to know of Charlus' wisdom and bravery, of Dorea's cunning and firm belief in family above anything, even blood. He wanted him to be proud of being a Potter.
As Loki performed his own dance with swordplay, he was unaware that he had caught the attention of several sword fighters who are curious as to where Loki learned this from. A clang met his ears as the sword hit something. Loki opened his eyes at the sound of the clash and saw Fandral standing in a dual stance while his whispering sword was connected to Loki's.
"Why Loki, what trickery is this? I have never known you to use the sword so beautifully. Where, oh where, have you learned the deadly dance of the blade so well?"
"My mortal father was an accomplished dueler in both magic and swords." Loki said with a bored expression. He had been trapped in his memories and had forgotten that he was in the public eye. No doubt he would be insulted for using mortal means of combat. Fandral would mock him for using weak mortal training and call him out for acting like a Midgardian. To his surprise, Fandral was neither smug nor condescending. On the contrary, the dashing member of the warrior three was very impressed.
"He obviously did a good job. Your stance was beautiful and your sword dance was both graceful and deadly."
Loki shrugged, "He was a harsh taskmaster. He wanted me to learn our fighting style before he died."
"Well, let us see if he has turned you into a proper warrior then. Would you honor me with a trial?" Fandral grinned; hopefully, this will cheer the god of mischief up. Right now, he was getting better, and he wished to see that he did not regress back to the state of despair.
Loki smiled. It had been a while since he used a sword. Besides, he wanted to see how he ranked against Fandral the fair.
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Hela was in a bad mood. Well, she was always in a bad mood, but right now, she was feeling particularly murderous. For five years, she had been seeking out Tom Riddle, a man who dares to defy her and harm her family; the same one that still hunts her family. Riddle had disappeared from her sights again, only this time he covered his track astonishingly well. She had no clue where he was now or how he even did it.
First she could not claim him, now he was out of her sight. It was as if the fates were mocking her. She just wanted one soul! One stupid soul! Was that too much for a goddess of death to ask for?
'I will find him. So help me; he will know my wrath. I will command him for disappearing and evading me for so long, but he will suffer deaths a thousand times...' she thought as a vicious grin formed on her green lips. She walked out of hr ream to visit her brother. She wished to know if there had been any news while she had been gone to Midgard. Perhaps she might even ask on how her father was today, hopefully doing better.
She sighed. She wished to say that there were good and bad days, but instead they became bad days and worse days. Sometimes, he refused to sleep, other times, he did nothing but sleep. Sometimes, he would wail and sob, others he would go so silent and still, she thought he had gone catatonic. But those days were preferable to the days where he would be suicidal.
'Hopefully, he is only having a bad day and not a worse day.' she thought.
Then she heard an unfamiliar sound as she neared where her brother dwelled. It sounded like laughter?
"Yes, yes, yes. Laugh at my expense. You understand I am a giant wolf, correct?" she heard her brother say in what sounded like aggravation and... affection.
"No you're not. You're a puppy." Hela raised an eyebrow and wondered who had the impudence to call the wolf god Fenris a puppy?
"You will be eaten." Fenris flatly stated.
"I'll tell!" the voice whined.
"Not if I digest you first." Despite this, Hela could hear amusement in her brother's tone. How strange, it normally took a great deal of effort to amuse her brother. He simply did not laugh as much as he used to, then again, neither then she. Even her father rarely laughed these days.
She growled as her bad mood came back. This was the reason she was seeking out Riddle's soul with zest. That creature had all but destroyed the man she... tolerated. It would have been easier if she could hate her father, but she did not. She supposed that deep down; she would always be the little girl who looked up to the god of mischief, the man who taught her magic.
As she stomped closer, she spotted the giant wolf god with what looked like a tiny wolf cub gnawing and pulling at his ear. Fenris looked annoyed, but not angry. He seemed somewhat bemused by the situation.
"Who is this, Fenris? One of your children?" She asked as she approached the small puppy. While she was not soft-hearted, Hela always did have a small spot for children, especially those related to her. It was probably due to the fact that she did not have any of her own.
"Change back, Pup." Fenris drawled at the small puppy. The puppy immediately morphed into a small princely boy with the greenest eyes she had ever seen.
Harry looked upon the new friend that came to visit. She was the tallest woman he's ever seen. She was even taller than his daddy, but she wasn't a giant. She didn't look like she was a warrior, but Harry felt like she could wrestle bears and win. She wore nothing but green from head to toe, which looked really tight, like what superheroes wore. she even had a black cape that seemed to move like the shadows around strange thing was her mask. It was very large on the sides and hid her top face, where he could only see her pale face and green lips. Harry wondered if she was really beautiful without it.
"Dear sister, this is..."Fenris began but Hela gasped as she took in the boy's face.
"Harry Potter?!" she gasped at the sight of the mortal son of her father and the mortal woman who eluded her even more than Riddle.
"... you've met?" Fenris raised an eyebrow. This was new, his sister looked shocked. Nothing could ever shock hi sister; she was always on top of things. Even when it didn't seem like it.
"Aye, I was there when father returned to his true form. He was a babe at the time." Hela clenched her fist. The night had been the most emotional that she had ever felt. When she had arrived that Halloween, she had arrived to see the strange sight of a dead wizard and a dead Lily. But Lily's soul was not there, simply Riddle's. She had been in near tears at the sight of her father howling in anguish while cradling the dead witch. So deep in his misery that he did not even notice her presence. Riddle did, however, and she had chased him all Halloween before he gave her the slip.
"Harry Potter, we meet again." She gave an exasperated sigh. "How lovely to meet my last family member, at least as far as I know." She said sarcastically. "Really, father; how many brothers and sisters do I have out there?"
"You're my sister?" Harry was stunned. Hela looked at him with an impassive look.
"Aye, I am your older sister. I am Hela, goddess of death, queen of NiefflehiiAAAHHHHH" She screamed as Harry suddenly jumped up and did a flying hug, tackling her around the neck and knocking her flat on her back. Fenris blinked at the laughing Harry sitting on Hela, who had her feet comically up in the air. The Wolf god threw his head back and released a series of barking that many could swear was laughter.
TBC
And now Harry meets Hela. Meanwhile Loki is getting along with Fandral. Don't worry Thor lovers. He wont hate Thor forever. Just until he gets his issues straight.
(1) Harry's anger seems too sporadic to get a good measure of. In years one through four, his temper was cool and cold. Fifth year shows that even with his major anger issues, they don't last and he's less moody. He just lets it all out in one go. Sixth year was a combination of paranoia and frustration over Draco. Of course, finding out Snape had told Voldemort. His anger at Snape didn't last when he learned about his parents and Dumbledore's murder. He still allowed Snape his final wish of looking at him and then viewing the memories.
My guess is that the Black blood started kicking in along with puberty. You have to admit, Harry can sometimes be unreasonably angry sometimes.
(2) Enchantress. In my opinion, she is selfish, plain and simple. Fact is, she never does anything for the goodness of her heart or because it is the right thing. She covets Thor and that is the only reason she bothers to save him at times. She has many times been responsible for so many disasters and even those on earth. While Loki has his own reasons, Amora is not someone who had suffered from the hatred of Asgard due to being both pure Asgardian, important, and beautiful. everything she did was to either have power or Thor's love all to herself.
Even Loki showed he loved Sigyn when he was at his worst evil and proved it when he ignored his thirst for revenge against Thor to get him to save her from Hades' wrath. It was one of the few instances where he thanked Thor sincerely.
Part C has Loki finally learn that Ragnarok was over and done with, while Harry gets to know his sister Hela, who is picking up strange vibes from Harry's scar.