An Earthborn Asgardian

This is a Harry Potter, The Avengers Crossover by Kefalion aka. Frida. This is a story with focus on Harry Potter and Loki, but also on the relation between the wizards of earth and the Asgardians. This is Loki/Harry.

As you very well know I don't own the plot or the characters that you recognize.

Part 5: The Rabbit
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Loki and Harry sprang apart when they heard the door to the cell slam open and the subsequent exclamation.

"Potter, what is the meaning of this?" The Director of SHIELD, Nicholas Fury was standing just inside the door, the eye that wasn't hidden behind a patch was wide open.

"It is exactly what it looks like," Harry answered the furious man, with an ironic tilt to his voice.

"Then would you care to explain what it looks like, 'cause I'm not sure I want to consider any possibility at all."

Loki was smirking openly.

"Well I..." Harry began to say.

"How do you know him? Where you helping him out all along?"

Harry gaped, incredulous. "What? No! I didn't know he was back on Earth until yesterday! And we met about eight years ago."

"I did an experiment when I was young," Loki began to explain, grasping the chance to annoy the one-eyed director. "Harry here is the result."

"What the hell is he talking about? Potter?"

"I'm not human."

The trench coat wearing man froze. "Oh for Gods sake!" Fury really didn't need this. At least he's human, he should have known that the thought would come back to haunt him, as if it wasn't enough that the man was a wizard. "Then pray tell what the hell you are!"

"I was human until I was seventeen. The change happened gradually in the years following. I suppose you could say that I was a demigod with extremely diluted blood before, having one or several distant ancestors who like Thor and Loki were of Asgard. What Loki's experiment did was to awaken that blood, transforming me into one of them."

"No."

"Yes," Loki's smirk broadened, "he is. You cannot conceive what he has become and what he now has the power to do if he wishes."

"You're not helping," Harry said exasperated.

"Who ever said I was trying to? It is a shame that you're dead set on not using that power."

"Well, that is better than what you've been doing with your considerable magic."

"Perhaps."

Fury growled, having gotten enough of the Asgardian who had threatened to ruin their world and seeing him talking familiarity to a man he had considered an ally did not help, not to mention walking in on them with their lips locked together. "Potter, you're coming with me. There'll have to be an end to this madness."

Harry snorted. "Fine," he said. "Though I'm telling you right now that it won't be so easy. Madness might as well have been my middle name, or so I've been told."

Now it was the other dark-haired male who snorted. "I should think so," he muttered, "you make me look positively sane."

Harry gave the other man a half-hearted glare. "You know what, I'm not coming with you," he said turning back to Fury.

"What?"

"I need to speak with Thor."

That response made Loki hiss. "You want to speak with him? What use would that be off?"

"I thought we had already established that."

"No, we have not. I gave you my word, yet you would go to him?"

"You'll have to return to Asgard, you know this, and I need to speak with him about keeping in contact. I'm not allowing you to disappear out of my life again, and so I need to know about what is going to happen."

Loki glared. "It will not be so simple. You should keep as far away from him as possible."

"Why?"

"How you have remained so ig- innocent," Loki changed his choice of words, "I will never understand. You will not simply be allowed to walk away. As you have associated with me you'll be called as a witness at best, but it is far more likely that you will be forced to travel to Asgard where they will keep you for an undisclosed amount of time, awaiting a trial of your own."

Harry looked unconvinced. "What crime could they possible accuse me of? And why do you think people would like to hurt you? Your father is their leader."

"Odin may call himself my father, but he is not a lenient man. He sent Thor to Earth, stripped of his powers and I need not remind you that he was the favoured son. What the Allfather will do to me I can only guess and the rest of the people would rise up against him if he allowed his family undue mercy. Oh no, the people will not stay out of this matter and they are as imaginative and narrow-minded as any people you will find on this planet. I am certain that they will come up with something to accuse you for, as getting to you will hurt me. I suspect that operating outside of awareness, in a realm not granted access to, to be a likely indictment."

"Really?" Harry still looked sceptical.

"There are restrictions for how Asgardians are allowed to travel outside of our realm. Anyone who leaves is under strict observation and the punishment for any transgression can be unjustifiably harsh."

"I will not allow them to treat me however they please."

Fury who had kept his peace for a while chose this moment to speak up. "I cannot have you causing a galactic scandal Potter, if you are required to go you will do so."

"Don't I get a saying in this?"

"If you are at all the man I thought you were you will do whatever it takes to keep the people of this world safe."

Harry frowned. "Is finding me here with Loki enough to make you question all you know about me, Nick?"

"Potter-"

The wizard glared.

"Harry," Fury said, placating the Englishman somewhat. "I am in a situation where I am not sure what to believe anymore. I have to think about the best for the people of this planet, and if that means that I have to reassess one man I will do so."

"Fine, I get it." Harry sighed and turned back to Loki. "I must speak to him either way. Perhaps going to Asgard will not be such a bad thing."

The Trickster opened his mouth to protest.

"I am not a secret anymore, we knew that we would have to deal with things eventually, it will just be a bit sooner than we had planned."

"You could still run, you could keep hidden, there are ways to stay out of Heimdall's sight even with him knowing what to look for."

"It is better that I show that I am willing to cooperate. We can deal with things when they come, if they come."

"They will come."

Harry gave him a look.

"Very well, I'll see you soon then." Grinning in Director Fury's direction, Loki pulled Harry close and drew the wizard into a passionate kiss, knowing that it would aggravate the African-American man while at the same time succeed in giving him another taste of the only being he'd do anything for.

Loki wished he could take it further, but restrained himself, even as the promise of so much more pleasure hiding beneath the clothes of the wizard beckoned him. He drew back and smiled fondly as he saw Harry's dopy expression, though to others it might look like an ordinary smirk.

Harry drew himself back up, and cleared his throat. "Where do you think I'll find Thor?" he asked.

"Likely at Stark Tower, together with the rest of those wayward heroes."

"Those, wayward heroes," Fury said, scowling, "put a stop to you."

Loki sneered in turn, but kept silent.

"Okay. Fury, do you want to come along?"

The Director of SHIELD didn't look happy at the prospect. "I am unsure if it would be to your advantage, Potter. I am not their favourite person at the moment."

"But you do want to keep an eye on me don't you?" Harry asked, his tone a bit teasing.

"I don't appreciate being made fun of."

"What? Oh… I just said," he cleared his throat awkwardly, while Loki had backed off, enjoying the free show. Harry had a talent for causing mischief; it just happened to be accidental rather than planned, though he had made his best, and would continue to encourage Harry to use the gift he'd inherited from his father.

"I just meant to say that I believed you would want to make sure everything passes accordingly, I never meant to stir up any trouble."

"Yet somehow you always do. I'd better come with you. Shall we go then?"

"I'm not going to ride in a car when magic can take us there much faster."

"Magic? Right, I forgot about that, not that I understand how I ever could forget. You and your people give us more trouble than anyone else"

"It is what it is," the Englishman said with a small shrug of his shoulders. "And we do clean up most of our own messes. Shall we go?"

"I'd rather not take my chances with this magic of yours if you don't mind. I still remember last time; I think I told you to never do that to me again."

"My apparition is hardly as jarring any more, more power helps."

"I still think I'll take the car."

Harry shrugged again. "Fine by me. I'll see you in a bit then?"

Fury, looked at the pair of dark-haired males in the cell, staring briefly at them as if he had a hard time understanding what he was seeing. He then clenched his jaw, grunted lightly in what Harry supposed was affirmative and left the way he'd come.

"Alone at last," Loki said, "I think I'll say good bye to you one more time."

"Not good bye," Harry murmured as they stepped closer once more, "simply a I'll see you soon."

The Asgardian smiled gently, his hand on Harry's cheek. "I think I can agree with that."

.:oOo:.

At Stark Tower, a few floors down from the penthouse, where there was a large living space that was still habitable, the members of the Avengers Initiative had been gathered around the screen showing the feed from Loki's cell for the last hour or so. It was rather ironic that Harry Potter had appeared in the room just as they were speaking about him. After some time most of them had grown a bit bored and turned their attention to other things.

The punch had gotten their attention, but after that the two men that they could see on the screen just appeared to be engaged in conversation, even if it was of the heated kind from time to time. The entire group had also enjoyed seeing the Director barge in on them, but their attention had once more shifted when Potter and Loki engaged in another make out session.

Tony had diligently been working on trying to make the audio work, since it disappeared as a result of Potter's magic but it was to no avail. Yet he wasn't one to give up, having been able to built a suit ready for warfare in a cave in Afghanistan had showed him that as long as he kept working and was a bit resourceful he could get things done, and when someone less stubborn would have given up he kept entering codes and running hacking programs through Jarvis.

Thor was torn between wanting to know what his brother was saying and feeling uncomfortable with looking in on a private conversation. He wasn't usually one to put much stake in the word or concept of privacy, but watching his brother speak so familiarly with a man that for him was a stranger, confiding in him rather than in his family made him ache, and feel the need to look away, allowing them the freedom to truly be alone as it was what his brother surely desired. For all that had happened between them, Thor still cared, and he didn't want to do anything more to enhance his brother's disdain for him.

Watching them kiss had strangely enough managed to embarrass him. He wouldn't have thought such a thing possible after that one time when Lady Sif, the Warriors Three, his mother and Loki had found him naked in the Palace kitchens, climbing on the shelves to get to a cookie jar that was placed at the top.

After that incident, Thor had come to the conclusion that embarrassment was not an emotion that was to his advantage, or perhaps he'd simply run out of mortification once he sobered up from the inebriation that had clouded his mind at the time and was told what had happened. One thing was certain; none of his friends had ever allowed him to live it down.

Natasha had kept her eyes looked on the screen and nobody doubted that she was following the conversation without problem, reading their lips whenever the two people in the cell had their faces turned to the camera. Tony and Thor could once in a while be seen glancing at her, looking as if they were thinking about asking her to tell what was going on, only to change their minds.

Clint and Steve were talking about baseball, Clint catching the Captain up to some of the games he'd missed and Bruce had closed his eyes, dozing lightly with his head against his shoulder, an expression of deceptive calm on his prematurely lined face.

When Harry Potter disappeared from the cell it is no surprise that Natasha was the first to react. When the man, half a second later, appeared in the room with a crack, the red-haired agent, immediately moved, a knife appearing in her hand, and in the next instant the blade of the knife was resting against the newly arrived man's throat.

Before any of the others had the chance to see Natasha move, Harry had moved in turn, instincts guiding him and when the five male Avengers had turned to the commotion it was to see Natasha on her back, a dark haired man sitting across her stomach with a thin stick of wood pointed under her chin and from what they could make out, the woman was paralyzed, unable to even blink her eyes.

The man turned his head and looked at them, seeming to come out of a daze. "Damn," he swore under his breath when he saw their hostile expressions. None of them had any weapons at hand, though Clint's hands were twitching and if you knew anything about them you knew that weapon weren't a necessity for a few of them.

"What did you do to her?" Clint asked hissing. His muscles were tense and he was ready to attack at the smallest twitch from the man who had downed Natasha. He obviously recognized him as Harry Potter and though the information SHIELD had on the Englishman should make him an ally he was together with Loki and that made Clint wary.

"A simple petrifaction spell, nothing harmful, I assure you," the Potter answered calmly. With slow deliberate motions, he removed his wand from Natasha's chin and got up from the floor still moving slowly. "Sorry," he said, and while he kept an eye on the Avengers he made a small flick with the wand.

The on looking men took half a step forward, but when they noticed that Natasha was moving now, getting up from the floor, her face expressionless and her movements fluent, they backed down.

"You've got some good reflexes," he complimented her, looking a bit bashful as he tucked the stick into the sleeve of his red hoodie.

"Same," she said, giving a small nod of recognition.

"I'm surprised I took you by surprise, considering that you've been watching all along," Potter murmured next.

"You knew we were looking?" Tony asked, eyes gleaming with both suspicion and excitement. "How?"

"Well that large screen over there, showing Loki would be a rather big clue." Potter cleared his throat. "How much do you all know about me?"

"My brother has informed me of your association and I have told the others in this room," Thor began.

"We know that your name is Harry James Potter. You are thirty years old, going on thirty-one. You have a godson named Teddy Lupin. You've been working with SHIELD and several different branches of both the US and UK military. When you were seventeen you stopped a so called Dark Lord from taking over the England, oh and before you became a god," Tony made quoting marks in the air, "you were a wizard." He stopped taking a gulp of air, having said all of that very fast.

Harry blinked. "That's not creepy at all," he said lightly. "Do you know what kind of cereal I prefer for breakfast too?"

"You prefer to eat oatmeal or toast for breakfast," Tony answered.

The wizard's green eyes grew in size. "Right, creepy," he muttered.

The other Avengers looked at Tony.

"What?" he said. "It says so in an interview I found in SHIELD's archives, it's from some tabloid called Witch Weekly."

"No, not creepy at all," Harry continued. "Just as it isn't creepy to know that you've been watching me and Loki as we…" he blushed not ending the sentence. "I didn't think I actually needed to put up the silencing ward. And now I feel at a disadvantage, you know all that about me, and I know nearly nothing about you. I should have taken the car with Nick."

"Nick?" Steve asked. "You mean the Director?"

"Of course he means the Director, we saw the picture of them shaking hands," Tony said. "Now I have a few questions. You're a wizard, is that wand waving, I noticed the stick, potion making, cloak wearing wizard or what?"

"Eh, yeah, I suppose you could say that. The stereotype is rather accurate. Pointy hats are common, so are cloaks and robes, we use wands and ride brooms."

"Uh-huh, so how does this magic thing work? I've tried to talk to the large lump of a Norse Deity over there, but he doesn't know much about magic, and I don't really fancy sitting in a cell speaking to Reindeer Games."

Harry gaped. "Are you talking about Loki?"

"Course, you've seen the helmet, right, you must have, makes me wonder what goes for fashion on Asgard. So what can you do with magic? All I've seen your beau do is to conjure up illusions and then using that fancy stick of destiny."

"Can someone else please take over this conversation?" Harry asked, looking a bit wary at Tony who was advancing on him with a manic glint in his eyes, making Harry think about Hermione when she'd found something she desperately wanted to study.

"Jarvis, you've been running the scans, right?"

"Of course, sir," the artificial intelligence said dryly. "Mr. Potter is giving off readings similar to both Thor and Loki, tough with some difference. The results will not be complete until more readings on actually performed magic have been tested."

"Okay. So Potter, would you be averse to doing a bit of magic, for instance could you make a rabbit appear inside a hat?"

Harry began to back away slowly, looking to the other people in the room. "Please can someone else be elected as spokesperson?"

Just then the elevator doors down the hall opened with a light ping.

"Jarvis, you are supposed to keep people wearing eye-patches away from here."

"It is not Director Fury, sir."

The sound of high heels against the parquet floor was soon followed by the appearance of a smartly dressed woman with strawberry blond hair. She had her arms full of files, and a mug of takeaway coffee in her hand. She paused when she saw all the Avengers standing up and Tony well on his way to cornering an unidentified man against a wall.

"Tony, do I want to know what's going on?" Pepper Potts asked.

"Just grilling, Loki's boyfriend."

AN 26th August 2013:

I had some fun writing this chapter. I struggled a bit with the first part, but after going over it a couple of times I believe it turned out rather good.

It's a little bit tricky keeping order of all the Avengers and it will continue to be so, but I'll figure something out.

I have no idea where the story about Thor naked in the kitchens came from, so don't ask. We know the Cap must like baseball a little as he once attended a game and I can see Clint liking it somewhat too. Natasha is a brilliant spy/assassin it's no stretch of the imagination to think that she has some skill in lip-reading.

Sorry for ending it so abruptly, but I was struggling again and as it was of decent length I thought that I might as well post, and not keep you all waiting.

I hope you enjoyed Part 5. Let me know what you thought, and feel free to tell me what you want the guys to talk about come next part!