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Chapter Eleven

Harry sighed (again), while Fenrir leaped to his feet and growled. Unfortunately it was more adorable than fierce.

"Loki Odinsson, we have you surrounded. You can choose to come peacefully, or we will employ force." One man barked, and Thor blinked at him while Harry reared back.

He said the first thing that came to mind, of course. "Seriously?! Here too?! I thought being mistaken for Loki would have at least stopped when we left Asgard!" He shouted.

Thor ignore his outrage, instead his face broke out in a large grin. "Son of Coul! I did not expect to see you at all, much less so soon!" He boomed at the speaker.

The balding human seemed unsure what to address first, Thor's outburst, or Harry's. Then again, getting a better look at the man who their scanners said looked a hell of a lot like Loki (he wasn't sure how they worked, but he was always more action than technology based anyway) did not look much like the god of mischief up close. But that was definitely Thor he was with.

"Thor, are you working with your brother?" He asked, his voice neutral while he held his gun steady on the green-eyed, dark-haired man.

Thor drew himself up. "I promised that I would help Earth should you need it, Son of Coul! I would not go back on my word, even should it mean siding against my own brother!"

Harry crossed his arms. "Will no one let me introduce myself before they start pointing weapons at me?" He groused. "I'm not Loki! Hell, I'm not even originally from Asgard!" He gestured Sleipnir to move slightly to the side so that the god-horse was out of the line of fire between one of the other agents and Harry. Harry could survive a bullet. He had the feeling Sleipnir would not. Turning back to the only agent who had spoken thus far, meaning he was probably the leader of this little platoon.

"Can we start over? Hello, my name is Harry Potter, transportation for the big guy here." He deadpanned, gesturing to Thor.

Phil Coulson had heard a lot of strange stories over the past several years working for SHIELD. He had also heard a lot of incredible things. The story the young man who claimed he was not Loki was both strange and incredible.

'Harry Potter, transportation' calmly explained himself while petting what Agent Coulson had originally thought was a puppy, but upon closer inspection was a young wolf.

The black-haired young man told an obviously heavily edited story about an ability he called 'jumping' in which he moved from world to world, and how he was asked to bring Thor here by Odin.

There was no doubt more to the story, but Coulson, trained as he was, could tell that nothing that came out of the young man's mouth was a lie. Just a lot of half-truths. And if this was only half the story, he was really looking forward to the whole thing.

After about thirty minutes of careful words and slow gestures so that no one got an itchy trigger finger, Harry finally managed to convince the man, Agent Coulson, that he was not Loki. The rest of the agents soon melted into the shadows cast by the trees at a hand signal the balding man made.

It was then that Harry noticed that, aside from them, the park had been emptied of people. Of civilians. Probably some sort of roadblock mixed with government bluster to keep the innocents out of what would have likely become a war zone had he actually been Loki.

Finally standing up, as he'd been sure doing so before would have him looking like Swiss cheese, Harry walked over to the antsy Sleipnir, who had been growing anxious during the confrontation, sensing danger from the surrounding people. He left Thor to talk with Coulson, because apparently they had been acquainted before and the man likely knew how to find Loki.

"Shh." He whispered, rubbing a soothing hand down the animal's spine. "It's fine, the bad people are gone. There's no more need to worry." Fenrir, who was back in the pocket designated his, yipped in agreement and licked his half-brother's muzzle. The tension in the horse's shoulders slowly eased. Before, he had almost looked ready to bolt, and probably would have either been shot, or mowed down a few agents in the process.

"World-traveler! I have news!" Thor boomed. Harry grimaced. The man seemed to only have two volume settings. Loud, and louder. He looked at him, and nearly blanched.

Standing an the oblivious Coulson's shoulder was Death. He was sure it was her, even though her cloak and scythe were no where to be seen. She noticed his gaze, and waved merrily before fading into nothingness again.

He wondered if there was some significance to Death choosing to stand by Coulson. Maybe it was a warning of some sort. His mind spun with the possible implications.

"-walker! World-traveler! Time-jumper! HARRY!" The wizard jumped, and realized that Thor had probably calling him all the names the man could think of to get his attention.

The dark-haired man shook his head, and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Thor, what was that?"

The thunder-god looked at him oddly, a little worried, probably thinking of his fainting spell in the Bifrost, before answering. "Son of Coul has a way of tracking my brother! We just need to follow him onto his invisible airship!"

... Invisible... airship? Harry shrugged it off. He had never been good with technology in the different worlds. For all he knew 'invisible airships' were fairly common here. No, the only problem was that it was most likely a government vessel. Which was probably filled with more agents. Who would all likely mistake him for Loki. And this day just keeps getting better and better. "It it's not horse accessible, I'm not coming." He told them blandly.

He had almost wished it wasn't. But apparently, during construction of the massive ship that seemed like it was not streamlined enough to stay airborne as it was, the man who now stood before them had thought of everything. Even doorways big enough to accommodate horses. Harry sent scowls at the woman who tried to 'check his bag' when they first got there. She was now standing at the large, fierce looking man's shoulder. He had quickly cast a slight wandless Confundus on her when her insistence got too annoying so she thought he had checked it. Of course, there were spells on it so that the contents were invisible to muggles, but that would probably just make the government monkeys suspicious. Hm... monkeys...

Harry decided with a mischievous grin that if anyone here tried to pull a gun on him or his companions again, or even just annoyed him, they would find themselves a couple steps back in their evolution chain.

"My name is Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD." The dark skinned man introduced himself, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. Like that was supposed to mean something to Harry. This 'Nick Fury' fellow could be the janitor around here, and it would matter just as much to the wizard. Thor shook the man's hand enthusiastically, probably almost breaking his arm. Fury took it stoically. When his arm was released, he said, "Thor Odinsson. I've heard a lot about you." He then turned to Harry with a speculative look in his eye. "But you, on the other hand..."

"Harry Potter. Transportation." The wizard said with a grin.

Fury smiled in that infuriating, all knowing politician way. "I doubt that's all you are, Mr. Potter." Even after taking several political roles in several different worlds, Harry still hated politicians. Especially ones who thought they were omniscient.

Raising one eyebrow, Harry crossed his arms smirked. "Maybe, maybe not." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But for the moment that's all that matters."

Fury's expression darkened slightly. "I thought you were here to help capture Loki."

Sleipnir, who seemed unsure of what to make of this whole 'in the sky' business pressed against Harry's side for comfort. "He's here to help capture Loki." Harry pointed to Thor, who had been distracted from the interaction between the Director and the wizard by Coulson. "I'm here to get them back to where they belong. And talk to a snake, actually. Hey, you guys seem pretty much on the up and up with what's going on around here, you wouldn't happen to have heard anything about a snake big enough to encircle the world living somewhere in the ocean?"

Fury looked slightly thrown off by the sudden change in topic. It did not escape his notice that the man had said 'talk to a snake'. "I can't say that I have. I assume you're talking about Jormungand, right?" At Harry's look, he explained, "After Thor's last visit, I made sure to brush up on my Norse Mythology."

Harry nodded, and they fell into a debate over whether or not the myth could match reality, or if it was going to be as hard as he imagined to find Loki's son. Harry knew that the other topic was not permanently dropped, of course.

Fury was not the kind of man to quit.

And Harry was not the kind of man to give in easily. This could get interesting. He was quite looking forward to it.

So Harry meets Fury! Sorry I have Harry didn't turn any of the ninja agents into chinchillas or anything, but there's hope yet! Monkeys in monkey suits... heh.

Lionna