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When Lord Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow on Halloween, he set off a chain of events he had never foreseen. For when he laughingly cast the Killing Curse on a defenseless father, how was he to know that he was playing into the hands of fate. James Potter was not just an ordinary wizard but that of Æsir blood.

When James fell to the ground, the powerful curse triggered the memories his father Odin had locked in his mind as well as his brothers'. Far away at Spinner's End, Severus Snape clutched his head as he sunk to his knees due to the onslaught of his memories as the once famed Trickster.

In the desert of New Mexico, the silent Mjölnir, Thor's trusted hammer, shone as it awaited its reunion with its master.

And so our story begins...

Chapter 3

Imagine centuries' worth of information suddenly exploding within the confines of your mind. Everything you ever knew ranging from your beliefs, your identity, and your very memories – all a lie. A deception rooted so deep that even the God of Lies lay kneeling on the ground holding his head to his chest as his mind exploded. When he gained some awareness of his surroundings, he realized that his left arm was burning and looked to see a snake tattooed on his arm writhing in agony. Loki stared at his arm before his memories as Snape alerted him that some presumptuous mortal had branded him, the ultimate liesmith and trickster.

It took Loki a few moments to realize that the hands before him were indeed his own. His life as Snape flashed before his eyes. Loki groaned before rising to his feet and surveying his surroundings. Why was he on Midgard? His duration was for nearly 20 years (not long according to Æsir standards, but it was close to the lifespan of midgardians). There was only one person who could be held responsible for his current predicament and unfortunately, that person happened to be the King of Asgard, his father Odin. 'Or his estranged father,' he thought. 'What sort of father abandons his son on another realm?'

Loki gnashed his teeth together. He now had proof that his father loved Thor more than him. After all, he didn't see Asgard's favoured prince serving the same punishment. Thor was probably sitting in the golden hall of Asgard sipping on his mead while laughing at his younger brother's foolishness on Midgard. That thought hurt more than he wanted it too. Thor would have probably forgotten all about him by now. He didn't even try to rescue him.

And his mother Frigga, did she even care? Loki clenched his fists. His family never cared for him.

He was suddenly roused from his thoughts when his arm started burning. The Dark Mark tattoo was pulsating but the colour seemed to grow faint. It wasn't long before all he could see was a faint outline where the tattoo once was. Loki studied the mark. Midgardian approach to seidr (magic) was fascinating. They were very primitive in some respects (they still used a wand for Norn's sake), but they were also rather advanced in some. He couldn't believe that he had ever overlooked them for so long. And the Muggle mortals approach to science far surpassed all levels of progress made by their magical counterparts.

He would stay here then, after all, it wasn't like he was missed on Asgard (he thought with a snarl). His family's betrayal was still fresh in his mind.

But what could have caused his scar to painfully disappear? His scar was definitely linked to its master (the presumptuous idiot), so either the triggering of his memories caused his mark to fade or something happened to the mortal parading around as Voldemort. What could have caused the triggering of his memories? The last thing he remembered was arriving at Spinner's End after spending the whole day dancing between two masters. Severus Snape was new to the world of espionage, while Loki Silvertongue probably invented the occupation.

He smiled (a sad smile) at the naivety of the man named Severus Snape, the man that he was until a few minutes ago. The man was young and foolish, untangling himself into the webs of those much lower than him. Now, Loki had to weave himself out of the mess Snape created.

What were Snape's motivations again? Loki frowned, his mind weaved through his recent memories. Lily Potter nee Evans, a mortal girl, of course! Loki shook his head, he had spent his entire life avoiding getting attached so that he would not suffer from such heartache, but as soon as he 'turned into a Midgardian,' he had fallen into the 'love trap.' Plus to add salt to injuries, she preferred a mortal over him.

Another frightening thought entered his mind. Voldemort had targeted the family (because of his, no Snape's, stupidity). Did the disappearing mark have anything to do with the Potters?

The Snape in him shivered and fear filled his heart. Lily!

As he arrived at Godric Hollow, he immediately turned himself invisible blending in with the night around him. In front of him was a horrific sight. He rushed into the torn down house; barely noticing a giant, riding a flying motorcycle, ascend into the sky. He quickly side-steeped the corpse of James Potter and rushed up the stairs.

She couldn't be dead…She couldn't be dead… seemed the mantra which played continuously in Loki's head as fear threatened to consume him. But the sight of her, lying splayed across the floor, confirmed his fears. He fell to his knees with grief. As much as Loki tried to distance himself from the mortal he once was, he couldn't. He was Severus Snape and Severus Snape loved the woman before him.

This was what he was trying to avoid. The eventual heart break which always followed whenever you gave someone else control over that certain beating organ in your body. He didn't hold her to him but kneeled next to her, afraid of even touching her. His magic sought out hers desperately, hoping that he wasn't too late. But there was nothing. With trembling fingers, he closed her eyes. In his mind's eye, he recalled that he as Snape, had begged the Dark Lord to save her life and he had been assured of the same. Voldemort would pay for this, he swore. Lily never deserved to die. A tear left his eye and fell on her cheek. Loki shook his head in grief. Conceal, don't feel. He bottled up his emotions and standing upright, concentrated on the task at hand.

His feet turned to lead as he surveyed the damage around him. He appeared to be standing in a nursery and recalled that Lily had a son (the prophesy child), the one responsible for Voldemort targeting the family in the first place.

'Where was the child's body?' thought Loki for he knew that Voldemort would not have left the child alive, as he looked around. A frightening possibility occurred to Loki. Maybe before Voldemort could cast the Killing Curse on the child, an outburst occurred demolishing the upper part of the house. That would have been the most powerful case of accidental magic. It would also explain the diminishing Dark Mark which stained his hand.

In the absence of answers, he left the room searching the house for signs of what had occurred. He came across the body of James Potter. The Snape in him wanted to ignore the man. But Loki was Æsir and no matter how dishonourable the people in Asgard thought he was, he didn't ignore Æsir's tradition of honouring the dead warriors.

He bowed his head in respect, his magic subconsciously scanning Potter for magic. He got the shock of his life when the familiarity of the magical core hit him.

There were very few people Loki was familiar with. One of these favoured people was his brother Thor (the golden child). For a second, Loki froze. The idea that Thor was truly dead had such a numb chilling effect on him that he could barely move. While he cared for Lily, the loss of his brother would be truly devastating. He always wished Thor ill but not dead. Never dead!

He quickly started to scan for life. Thor had faced fearsome armies and deadly monsters. He couldn't possible DIE. The notion was ridiculous. What in Helheim had Odin done? He quickly caught James…no Thor's hand and pushed his magic into his fallen brother. Sure enough, his magic caught the strands of life his brother was still clinging onto. His brother was alive.

Loki closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose (a habit he had acquired during his time as Snape). He didn't know if the Killing Curse could affect an Æsir. The Æsir's physical composition was more complex as well as more durable. It was strange that while Thor was in a Midgardian skin his actual form was that of an Asgardian. That is probably why he was simply rendered unconscious instead of killed.

James Potter was his brother. The very idea made his head hurt. The Snape in him recoiled as if the very suggestion was poisonous but Loki was used to Thor's ways. 'Of course the two were the same,' Loki thought. But Thor in his Midgardian guise was a black haired scrawny wizard. The very idea seemed preposterous. Thor was proud of his golden locks (as was all of Asgard). The words scrawny and Thor were never associated together, unless you wanted Thor to rearrange your face. The fact that Odin sent his brother to live as a wizard too was alarming.

Loki wondered what his father's reasons were. Why send both his sons to Midgard and leave Asgard defenceless? There was a reason to everything the Allfather did, his mother would say. What was that reason?

Of course, Lily would prefer his idiot brother over him. Everyone did!

He noticed that some wizards had arrived (probably Aurors) at Godric's Hollow. Before they could enter the house, he quickly transfigured a simulacrum of James Potter from the pieces of furniture nearby, which should fool the Aurors. It would be better for the wizarding world to think that his brother was dead. If James Potter survived the Killing Curse, questions would be raised. He still had to solve the mystery of his missing nephew.

But for now, he had no time to waste. He picked up James… no, Thor's wand and holding his brother carefully disappeared into the night.

To Be Continued…

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A/N2 : The next chapter will include Loki meeting a very important character from the Potterverse. Any guesses?