AN: Sorry it took me a little bit to update, writing down what you imagine to happy isn't easy, I kept having to redo it, because I wasn't happy with it, but I finally got it. Warnings for this chapter there's a little fighting, so, some violence, and Odin says something a bit cruel. I have added a new character to this story in this chapter, she's from the comics though I did make her a lot younger than she probably is in canon. Enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter or Marvel.
Chapter 63: Asgard.
Harry suddenly jerked awake when he felt a jolt. Harry opened his eyes and realized Thor was holding him, so he started to squirm, trying to get down.
"Thor, put me down," Harry ordered, even though he felt a little weak and lightheaded. Thor listened and sat Harry on his feet. He stumbled a bit, and Thor gripped his shoulder to steady him. Harry reached up to feel his scar; he was pretty sure it had stopped bleeding, but there was dry blood on his forehead and even some that had run down the front of his face. Harry put his hand down and looked around. His jaw dropped, and after a long moment of staring in shock, Harry turned to Thor and narrowed his eyes, which looked even more frightening than usual due to the blood on Harry's face.
"You brought me to Asgard?" Harry demanded. "Are you mental?"
Someone chuckled, and Harry looked around Thor to see a man standing there, completely dressed in gold armor and helmet.
"Hemdall," Thor greeted the guy, "I'd like you to meet Harry."
Heimdall gave a slight nod. "Hello, Harry, nice to meet you. " He then spoke to Thor, ignoring the blood on Harry's face as if it were normal, "I was surprised to hear your call; you disappeared from my sight not long after returning to Midgard." Harry could hear a hint of suspicion in Heimdall's voice.
"I…yes, sorry about that." Thor stumbled through his answer, "I…"
"He's been in the magical community," Harry answered, "Just in case Loki was hiding there."
"I see," Heimdall replied, and Thor wondered if Loki was giving Harry lying lessons or if he inherited the ability naturally because he sounded so truthful that Thor almost believed him; he thought about what Loki once said: the best lies are spoken with the truth. Thor now knows what Loki meant.
"Can you send us back to Midgard?" Harry asked.
"I can," Heimdall answered.
"Good, because we need to go before someone-"
"No, Harry," Thor said, turning Harry towards the bridge. "You are ill and need to be looked after; you will see a healer."
"I'm not ill," Harry denied, "I feel perfectly fine." which was another lie; Harry felt weird and tired as if something was slowly draining his energy.
"We do not know what that stuff is that went inside you; we need to get it out before it causes damage; plus, you fainted; we need to make sure you are okay," Thor argued.
"Thor, me being on Asgard is not a good idea," Harry said as Thor guided Harry down the rainbow bridge. "I'm fine; we don't even know if that thing went in me. It could have just disappeared."
"We both know it did not just disappear," Thor replied, knowing his protest was useless. Harry gave up trying and allowed Thor to lead him down the Rainbow Bridge, which was a long walk. After they got off the bridge, Thor led Harry through a village, where people stared at them as they walked by, then up a long walkway and into a giant gold castle Thor called the palace. Harry was exhausted when they made it inside; his feet and legs almost felt like they did the time he walked from Surry to London. Finally, Thor reached his destination, and he and Harry entered an infirmary. Thor called the healing rooms. Harry looked around as Thor called for someone named Eir.
"Odin's bread, what happened to this child?"
Harry turned his head to see an older woman dressed in an Asgardian-style dress hurrying over; she raised Harry's head back and started looking at his scar while Thor explained to her about the reddish liquid energy that had gone inside Harry. She ordered Harry to climb up onto an exam table to be looked at and called for some more people to help. Soon, Harry was lying on the table, surrounded by women pulling down what looked like transparent computer screens while a silhouette of his form rose and floated above him. A nurse carried over a bowl of water with a washcloth. She removed Harry's glasses and started washing the blood off Harry's face.
"Ooch." Harry moved his head when the washcloth raked across his scar. His headache was gone, but his scar was still a little sore and likely still an open wound at the moment.
"Be still," the nurse ordered. She turned around and got something out of a cabinet, then turned back to Harry, and he jerked away with another ooch when she dropped a couple of drops of a clear liquid in Harry's scar a second later it closed. Harry was starting to get the feeling that these healers were worse than Madam Pomfrey when the nurse held his head down and insisted on finishing cleaning the blood off his face.
"This is not of Midgard," Thor said, glancing up at the screens, "What is it?"
"We do not know," Eir answered. "But he will not survive the amount of energy surging through him."
"Then get it out of him," Thor demanded, almost panicked; Eir and the other healers ignored Thor's demand and continued working on their screens.
"Thor," a new voice called out, and Thor turned from Harry, stepped over, and started talking with someone. Harry didn't even bother to look to see who; he just stared up at the screens, wishing he could see clearer and knew how to read them. Harry was a little unnerved by Eir claiming he wouldn't survive the energy running through him.
"Here you go, child." The nurse said, handing Harry his glasses.
"Thank you," Harry said, slipping them on his face.
"What are those?" A voice close to Harry's ear asked. He jumped a little startled, and whoever spoke giggled. Harry turned his head to the right and was met with a pair of ice-blue eyes staring at him curiously. They belonged to a girl who looked around his age; she had curly hair that fell to her waist and was white blonde, and reminded Harry of snow; it even sparkled a little when the light hit it; she was thin, looked to be an inch or two taller than Harry, with high cheekbones, full lips, and pale skin. She was dressed in a light blue dress that looked to be made of some silky material and had on a bronze breastplate.
"These?" Harry asked. "They are my glasses."
"Why do you wear them?" she asked.
"I have bad eyesight; they help me see better," Harry explained.
"Really? You need them to see?" she sounded surprised like she had never heard of anyone needing an ad to see. "That is too bad; you look more handsome without them."
Harry didn't know what to say, so he turned his head to face upward as Thor chuckled at Harry's blushing face.
"Kelda, I do hope you are not upsetting our guest." A soft voice said as someone stepped up beside the girl. "You must forgive my student; she has yet to learn manners."
Harry turned his head again to see who was talking to him and froze in surprise; standing there was Frigga, the one parent Loki always spoke highly of. Harry had secretly wished he could meet his grandmother, but never thought it was possible, yet here she was giving Harry a kind smile as she walked around the exam table to the other side and started talking to Eir; Harry's eyes followed her, he wanted to speak to her, to say something, anything but no words would come to his mouth.
"You do not know what the energy is?" Frigga asked. She was dressed similarly to Kelda, except her dress was teal, and she wore a gold breastplate and had part of her hair up in a fancy bun.
"No, ma'am," Eir answered, "Prince Thor said some kind of a red liquid and had just appeared out of nowhere and entered the boy."
"Strange," Frigga mumbled as she began to look Harry over, his mind on how Eir had just called Thor prince, which meant Loki was likely known as Prince Loki when he was on Asgard; Harry never gave much thought to how Thor and Loki were royalty, it was hardly ever acknowledged by anyone on Earth. Was Harry royalty? For some reason, Harry didn't like that thought. He didn't want to be called prince.
"I feel familiar magic on this jewelry," Frigga said. Harry raised a little to see Frigga was talking about his bracelet and watch; she waved her hand over them and frowned, then her eyes fell on the dagger strapped to Harry's leg. She pulled the strap to get a better look at the dagger, and by the look on her face, Harry knew she instantly recognized it.
"Mother-"
Frigga silenced Thor with a stern look. "Eir, would you give me a moment with my son?"
"Of course, Allmother," Eir said as she gave Frigga a little bow, and she and the nurses closed the screens and hurried away; all the while, Frigga never took her eyes off Thor.
"Kelda, whatever you hear in this room, does not leave it unless I say otherwise," Frigga said.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Thor, " Frigga said, "Who is this child? How do you know him? And what is his connection to Loki?"
"Harry is the son of a good friend," Thor said, purposely not answering Frigga's last question.
"A good friend?" Frigga answered, "Thor, I have suspected all along that you lied about Loki escaping a second time, and since Hemdall could not see either of you, I have suspected Loki has been hiding out in the magical community of Midgard."
"Mother-" Frigga held her hand up, silencing him.
"Thor, why does this child have jewelry covered in Loki's magic? And can you explain to me why he has Loki's dagger?" Frigga demanded. "A dagger Loki told me he wished to pass down to his child if he ever was blessed with one."
"Well…am..see..there is a good explanation for that."
"You said this boy is the son of a friend?" Frigga said, "Tell me what this friend's name is, and do not lie to me."
"Sirius," Thor said, looking a bit relieved because, technically, he wasn't lying. Harry was Sirius' son and Thor considered him a friend; unfortunately, the name Sirius didn't seem to stop Frigga's questioning; no, it seemed to surprise her more than anything.
"Sirius?" Frigga repeated, "As in Sirius Black?"
"You know my dad?" Harry asked, surprised, as he sat up, while Thor stared at Frigga in shock.
"Met him once, very briefly," Frigga answered. "He seemed like a kind man if not a bit of a flirt and very arrogant." Harry smiled that sounded like Sirius.
"How did you meet Sirius?" Thor asked, confused, and Frigga turned back to him.
"Years ago, when Loki had gone to Midgard on a mission from me, I had decided to visit, and when I appeared in my old cottage where Loki was staying, Sirius was there; I warned Loki it was not a good idea to get too involved with a Midgardian wizard, I was afraid of Loki's heart being broken. You know how your father is with things like that; he would have never allowed Loki and Sirius to be together, just like he's against you and Jane now. Unfortunately, Loki did not listen to my warning and fell hard for Sirius, and when Loki returned to Asgard, Loki grieved over the loss of a lover."
"Mother?" Thor asked because Frigga's eyes had grown big, and her mouth dropped open.
"Thor, how old is Harry?" Frigga asked, turning to Harry, her eyes looking over his features.
"He'll be sixteen tomorrow; why?" Thor answered.
"Because Sirius Black is not the only one Loki grieved for, is he?" Frigga said. Thor opened his mouth, then closed it again; his silence confirmed to Frigga she was right. She turned to Harry and was about to say something when the door was thrown open, and Odin entered the room; he was dressed in gold armor and wearing the most ridiculous helmet Harry had ever seen. Odin gripped a gold staff in his hand, and the amount of power radiating off him was more than Voldemort and Dumbledore combined; Harry understood then why some people found him so intimidating.
"Talking to you is like talking to an unruly child." He said, glaring at Thor with his one eye.
"Father, I-"
"You never listen," Odin repeated, speaking louder, "I tell you one thing, you do another." Odin paused what he was saying when he noticed Harry; he turned back to Thor, confused. "I heard you brought a Midgardian here, I thought-" He shook his head. "Who is this boy? Why did you bring him here?"
"His name is Harry," Thor answered. "He is ill, Father, so I brought him here to be treated."
"He is Midgardian. Illness is their defining trait." Odin replied, "That and betrayal."
"Hey," Harry cried; Odin looked at him but spoke to Thor.
"Take him back to Midgard; they have healers called doctors; they can deal with him," Odin said.
"Our healers can help him," Thor argued.
"I hate to agree with Odin," Harry said, turning to Thor, "but yeah, take me home, Thor, before my parents find me gone and, " Harry raised his arm, showing Thor his watch, though he had no idea if Loki could trace him to Asgard, he was bound to find out where Thor and Harry were either way, what happened was going to be all over the news and internet, and he was sure someone caught Thor calling the Bifrost on video, somehow, someway, it'll get back to Loki.
"Harry, whatever went in you-"
"Let his doctors figure it out." Odin interrupted whatever Thor was about to explain to Harry, and Thor turned back to Odin.
"Whatever is in him is not of Earth," Thor said, "Eir said he will not survive the energy in him; if we do not find a way to help him, Harry will die," Frigga gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes looked a little watery.
"And that makes it our problem?" Odin demanded.
"Odin," Frigga snapped, giving her husband a surprising look. "He is a child."
"You will not guilt me into allowing him to stay and allowing our healers to heal him just because he's a child; he is a Midgardian. Therefore, he belongs on Midgard." Odin said.
Harry was hardly listening to their argument now; he was thinking about what Eir had said about his inability to survive the energy surging through him. If he couldn't survive it, could the piece of Voldemort's soul that was in his scar? Did it already kill the soul piece? Is that why he felt all that pain, and is that why his scar had busted open? Was Harry no longer a Horcrux?
"Thor," Harry said, reaching out and pulling on his arm. "I need to go home; I need to speak with Regulus; it's important."
"Harry, whatever you need to speak to him about can wait." Thor refused. "Getting the red energy out of you is more important."
"For Bor's shake, Thor, even the child wants off of Asgard," Odin said, "Stop being stubborn and do what I tell you."
"We can not allow Harry to die," Thor argued, "You do not understand if he-"
"It is not our place to save him," Odin shouted, "He is a Midgardian; he belongs on Midgard; why is that so hard for you to understand? The child belongs on Asgard, no more than a goat belongs at a banquet."
"Did you just compare me to a goat?" Harry demanded, feeling angry.
"Odin Borson," Frigga scolded, "Do not speak of this child that way."
"Guards." Odin called out, "Come get this boy off my realm."
Immediately, three guards appeared; they wore gold armor, held spears, and had swords hooked to their sides. They hurried over to Harry. One went to grab his arm, but energy burst out of him, causing the guards to fly across the room. Harry stared at them in shock as Odin stepped up to Harry and waved his hand over his arm, causing some of the red energy inside of him to rise to the surface of his skin briefly and then disappear.
"That's impossible," Odin mumbled.
"What is it, father?" Thor asked. Odin looked between him and Harry, then to Frigga.
"Odin, do you know what is inside the child?" Frigga asked.
"There are relics that predate the universe itself," Odin said. "What lies within him appears to be one of them. The Nine Realms are not eternal. They had a dawn as they will have a dusk, But before that dawn, the Dokkalfar reigned absolute and unchallenged-"
"Born of eternal night, the Dark Elves come to steal away your light." Thor finished, "It's grandfather's war with Malekith; you taught Loki and me this tale when we were children."
"Malekith made a weapon out of the darkness," Odin said.
"The Aether," Harry said; Odin turned to him, surprised. "Malekith made the Aether. He wanted to use it to bring eternal darkness throughout the Nine Realms, but Asgard was able to stop him."
"Yes," Odin replied, still looking surprised, if not slightly impressed.
"Is that what you think went inside me?" Harry demanded. "The Aether?"
"Yes, while the other relics often appeared as stones, the Aether is fluid. Malekith sought to use its power to return the universe to one of darkness. But after eternities of bloodshed, my father, Bor, finally triumphed; he killed Malekith and the other Dokkalfar, and the war was over."
"But, if the Aether is so powerful, why has it not killed me yet?" Harry asked.
"The Aether always sought to host bodies, and it slowly drains the host's life force until nothing is left," Odin said, and Harry felt a shiver go down his spine, "By tomorrow or the day after, you will be dead."
"Odin, you will frighten him," Frigga said, laying a comforting hand on Harry's back.
"Are you certain the Dokkalfar were all killed?" Thor asked, "The Aether was said to have been destroyed, but that was not the truth."
"The Dark Elves are dead," Odin said, "And the child must stay on Asgard."
"What? Why?" Harry demanded.
"I can not allow you to return home, not with the Aether inside you," Odin said.
"Then get it out, and let me go home," Harry said. If he was no longer a Hocrux, Harry wanted to live and help stop Voldemort so he could have a normal life.
"There is no way I know of to get it out," Odin said, "I am sorry, child, you must stay on Asgard until you take your final breath. Then, once gone, the Aether will come out and be captured, and I'll allow Thor to take your body back to your family so they can grieve you."
"Father," Thor said, voice full of surprise, while Frigga looked at Odin as if she couldn't believe he would say such things.
"My words are not meant to be cruel." Odin said, "I know he is just a child, so I will allow Eir to search for a way to save him, even though I know it'll be useless." Odin looked away from Thor, who seemed too surprised to reply and headed towards the exit.
"You can't stop me going home," Harry said. The only thing that would get a worse reaction from Loki finding out Harry was on Asgard would be if Loki found Harry was on Asgard and Odin wouldn't allow Harry to leave because he was waiting for him to die.
"I can, and I will," Odin said, not even turning around.
"How are you going to do that?" Harry demanded. "Lock me in your vault with all your stolen relics?"
At Harry's words, Odin paused and stood there as if frozen. Then, after minutes of silence, Odin slowly turned around and stared at Harry. He had no emotions on his face, but Harry could see the surprise in Odin's eye as if he had heard words similar to Harry's before. Then he turned to Thor.
"How do you know this child?" Odin demanded.
"His father helps the Avengers," Thor said. It was not exactly a lie; Sirius is currently helping the Avengers, or it is more like they were helping him take out Voldemort. And Thor isn't lying about who Harry's mother was; he wasn't mentioning it. No matter what Loki said about not caring if Odin found out Loki had a son, Thor didn't tell Odin or Frigga about Harry during his last visit to Asgard. He couldn't when he led them to believe Loki had escaped capture a second time. They would have known Thor had lied to them.
Odin said no more; he just turned and left the room. Once he was out of sight, Thor looked at Frigga, but she spoke before he could.
"I never understood how you could do it," Frigga said, smiling, "But you always had a way of finding out your brother's secrets, and of course, he had a way to talk you into keeping those secrets to yourself. "
"Are you mad at Loki?" Harry asked.
"Mad at Loki?"
"Yeah, for having me and-"
"Oh, sweetheart, of course not," Frigga said, not letting Harry finish his question. "Of course, I am not mad; I could never be mad over being blessed with a grandchild, though I am slightly hurt. Loki never told me about you, but I am happy to know now, if not a little worried."
"Worried?" Thor asked, and Frigga's attention returned to him. Harry was glad because he felt slightly embarrassed and disappointed; even though her attention was a little embarrassing, Harry enjoyed it.
"If that is the Aether in him, they may be drawn here looking for it; Harry's life might be in danger," Frigga said. "I will warn your father of this; we must prepare and protect Harry."
"I don't think Odin will care about protecting me," Harry replied.
"Do not worry about your grandfather, Harry; you leave him to me," Frigga said. She turned to Thor, but before she could even say anything, there was a loud bang, and the palace shook a little.
"What is that?" Thor asked, just as there was a loud sound like something flying overhead; they all turned to the large window, Harry jumping off the exam table to do so, and dozens of flying ships were flying overhead, shooting down on the village and heading towards the palace. There were sudden shouts, and the four turned and saw guards running past, shouting about Asgard being attacked; Thor looked at Harry worryingly.
"Go," Frigga said, putting an arm around Harry's shoulder. "I'll look after him."
"The Allmother and I can keep him safe," Kelda added; just as the palace shook again, Thor pulled Mjolnir from his belt and hurried from the room.
"But I-"
"No, child, you stay with me," Frigga said, "Whoever that is is likely after the Aether and your uncle can take care of himself; no need to worry."
Harry didn't say anything; he felt conflicted feelings. On the one hand, he felt like a chicken, staying back in this room and hiding while there was a battle going on, if the attackers were after the Aether. He brought them to Asgard; it was Harry's fault Thor's homeworld for being destroyed right now. Harry should be out there defending it, but on the other hand, he was just a kid; the guards and Thor were trained warriors. Harry had no idea how powerful the attackers were, and it felt nice to have an adult who seemed to care enough not to allow Harry to rush off and join the battle, to leave it to the adults. That second thought was making Harry feel guilty.
There was a loud crash from outside, and Frigga, Harry, and Kelda looked toward the widow to see Thor flying around, knocking the ships out of the sky while other Asgardians were on the ground fighting; it looked as if they were holding their own, which made Harry feel better about not helping.
"See, we Asgardians are pretty good fighters; no need to worry," Frigga said, squeezing Harry's shoulder; just then, there was a loud bang, and the palace shook worse than it had done before, nearly knocking them off their feet.
"What is that?" Kelda asked; Frigga frowned in worry.
"I believe the protection barrier around the palace has been broken through," Frigga said. Harry looked back towards the outside and realized none of the ships had been able to get to the palace, but now there were, and Thor had disappeared somewhere. Harry turned back around and heard footsteps coming their way. "You two hid."
"But-" Harry frowned as he watched a double of himself appear next to Frigga; he didn't want to hide and leave Frigga to fight whoever it was alone.
"Come on, Midgardian Prince," Kelda said, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him with surprising strength behind an exam table on the other side of the room; a sword appeared in Frigga's hand just as a man appeared in the doorway. He was tall, pale, even paler than Kelda; he had a white face, long white hair pulled back in a braid and large pointy ears; it was a Dokkalfar, so Odin was wrong; they all weren't dead.
"Stand down, creature, and you may survive this," Frigga said, walking towards the elf. Harry's double-fled to the other side of the room, looking scared.
"I have survived worse, woman." The elf said.
"Who are you?" Frigga demanded.
"I am Makelith, and you have what is mine," Makelith replied as he and Frigga circled each other.
"Nothing here belongs to you," Frigga said, "I give you two choices: you can leave or die. Choose wisely."
"You do not scare me, woman," Makelith said. Frigga gave Makelith such a Loki-like grin that Harry briefly wondered how she was only his adopted mother.
"I'll have to fix that," Frigga said, then went towards Makelith with the sword. Harry stared in surprise as Frigga started beating Makelith with the same moves Harry had seen Loki use in battle, and he realized that's why he fought so differently than Thor; Frigga was the one who trained Loki to fight.
Harry heard someone stomping towards them, and then a large-looking creature entered the room and headed towards Frigga and Makelith. He made it to them just as Frigga had pushed Makelith against a pillar and was about to slit his throat; when Frigga saw him, she went to strike him, but he grabbed her arm, causing her to drop her sword, then the creature grabbed Frigga by the neck and lifted her in the air.
"No," Harry shouted, pulling his dagger out of its holster. He ran towards the creature and drove his dagger into his chest; the creature let go of Frigga, grabbed Harry by his shirt and tossed him across the room. Then he pulled the dagger out of his chest, tossed it onto the ground, and stepped towards Harry, but Makelith held out his arm, stopping him.
"Wait, Algrim," Makelith said, looking at Harry on the floor and then over to the clone of Harry still standing in the same spot it had run to and hadn't moved. Malekith stepped over to it and reached out to touch it, but Harry's double dissolved with a shimmer of green magic; Malekith turned back to Frigga and shouted. "Witch!" like it was an insult.
"There's nothing wrong with being a witch." Harry defended Frigga as he stood, and Malekith's attention returned to him.
"You have something that belongs to me, child, and I want it back," Malekith said. He started moving towards Harry, who got ready to fight, holding his hands up, magic swirling around them, but before Malekith even got close, ice began forming on the ground under his feet, causing him to slip and almost fall; Malekith had to grab onto an exam table to stay on his feet, surprised Harry looked toward the direction the ice came from, to see Kelda touching the ground. Harry hurried over to her when Algrim's and Malekith's attention turned to her.
"You can freeze things?" Harry asked as Kelda stood; he had only ever known of Jotunns to have that ability.
"Of course, I am the goddess of winter," Kelda replied, "The Allmother has been helping me learn to control my abilities."
"Witch!" Malekith shouted at her as he stood up straight.
"That's goddess, actually," Kelda replied.
"Algrim, get her!" Malekith cried. Algrim started towards her; Kelda thrust out her hands and froze him. Unfortunately, he broke free of the ice, growled, and then charged toward Kelda again. Harry pushed her behind him and held up his hand, ready to start shooting off whatever spell he could think of, but Frigga beat him to it and hit Algrim behind with a blast of magic. He turned around and headed towards Frigga. Harry took off running and jumped on his back, a lot like he had the troll in his first year; wrapping his arms around Algrim's neck, he grabbed the back of Harry's head and flipped him over, tossing him onto an exam table, where he slid off onto the floor. Harry lay there for a moment in pain.
"Harry," Frigga cried, trying to run to him, but Algrim blocked her path.
"Enough of this." Malekith snapped, heading towards Harry. "You have the Aether; give it to me now."
"Even if I knew how to get it out of me, I wouldn't give it to you," Harry said, raising his head to glare at Malekith. Kelda conjured an icicle and went to throw it at Malekith, but Algrim elbowed her in the face, and she cried out, dropping the icicle as she fell to the floor and holding her cheek. Frigga rushed to her side while Malekith continued walking towards Harry.
"They are just children," Frigga shouted as Malekith held out his hand and Harry rose into the air.
"Once I have the Aether back, your world will be dark again," Malekith said. Harry wanted to fight him off, but he couldn't move; he wanted to stop Malekith from getting the Aether, but he had no way of stopping him; all Harry could do was hope Malekith didn't have a way to get the Aether out of him.
"Put him down," Frigga yelled, standing; she wanted to go to Harry, but Algrim once again held her back.
Just as Harry realized Malekith might get his hands on the Aether, a dagger suddenly flew past Harry and struck Malekith on the shoulder; he groaned in pain, stumbled back, and lost his concentration, and Harry fell to the ground, then another dagger flew through the air and struck Malekith on the arm, causing him to stumble back towards the window, then in a shimmer of green magic Loki appeared in front of Harry, two more daggers forming in his hands, as someone grabbed Harry's arm, pulled him to his feet, and then wrapped their arms around him.
"You scared the hell out of us, kiddo," Sirius whispered in his ear.
"I have no idea who you are, but you messed with the wrong god's son," Loki said. Algrim let go of Frigga and came charging toward Loki; Sirius waved his hand and sent one of the exam tables flying at him, it struck Algrim, knocking him against the wall. Sirius let go of Harry and moved to block Loki from Algrim, holding up his hands while magic swirled around them.
"Nope," Sirius said as Algrim stood, "You do not touch the God of Mischief unless you want one pissed-off wizard to deal with."
Algrim stared at Sirius for a moment, then took a step; Sirius raised his hands, more magic flowing from them, but Algrim turned and ran towards Malekith, wrapped one arm around his waist, then cashed through the window, taken Malekith with him.
"What the hell," Sirius mumbled, his magic disappearing as he ran over to look out the broken window in time to see a ship rise in the air and take off. "Chickens."
"You sure do get yourself into the craziest situations, kid," someone said next to Harry; he turned to see Regulus standing there.
"Blame, Thor, he brought me here," Harry said, and as if saying his name summoned him, Thor came charging into the room. Mjolnir in his hand, ready to fight; he was followed by four people, three men, and one woman; they all paused, looking around confused.
"You're too late, blondie," Sirius told him, pointing behind him with his thumb. "The chickens fled."
"Who are you?" One of the guys with Thor demanded. Thor looked surprised to see Sirius standing there, then turned and spotted Loki, who made one dagger disappear and tossed the other at his brother. Thor dodged it, and the blade struck the wall.
"Brother," Thor said, holding his hands up in surrender as Loki walked toward him.
"You idiot!" Loki shouted, pushing Thor, "Why would you bring Harry here?"
"Brother, please, I can explain." Thor tried.
"Where were you while Harry was just being attacked?" Loki demanded, shoving Thor again. "You swore to me you would protect him."
"I will…I do." Thor said, "That's why I am here, Harry-"
"How is bringing Harry here protecting him?" Loki demanded, shoving Thor again, "Why would you even leave the house with him?"
"If you stop shoving me, I can explain," Thor said. Loki scowled and took a step back from Thor, and everyone else just stood watching, knowing better than to intervene in a disagreement between the brothers.
"Well, I am waiting for your explanation, brother." Loki snapped impatiently, "Please give me your excuse for bringing my son to Asgard."
"What did you just say?" Odin had entered the room without being noticed, and everyone who didn't know about Harry being Loki's son, stared at Loki in shock. Sirius hurried forward and stood next to Loki, glaring at Odin, and Harry stood at Loki's other side. Odin's eye went from Sirius to Loki, to Harry, then back to Loki, who looked Odin in the eye.
"You heard me," Loki said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. "I said Thor brought my son to Asgard."
AN: Loki traced Harry to Asgard, that's how he found out he was there when he teleported Regulus, and Sirius there, they appeared behind Harry, and Loki immediately started throwing his daggers at Malekith once he saw what he was doing to Harry.
Kelda is the goddess of winter in the comics, she only appears in the Siege comic book series, there is a side story with her, she has cool abilities, is pretty powerful, and just a sweet character, unfortunately her story is sad, but I really like her character, she's one of my favorite Asgardians, I did change her backstory (she never actually has a backstory in the comics) and made her a lot younger, and changed the hair color, in the comics, she's drawn with more of a yellow blonde, but I thought giving her white hair like snow would fit her character, and she probably acts a little different, but she is a kid not an adult in my story.
The reason the Aether didn't blast Algrim away from, Harry like it did everything else was because Harry attacked him, he never got the chance to do anything but throw Harry, hopefully that makes sense, and Malekith wasn't blasted away from Jane in the movies, so he wasn't Harry, plus never actually touched Harry, so, that's a good reason also.