Sirius Orion Black: crafty trickster, lovable rogue, willing troublemaker, steadfast fighter, Family Outsider...hmm, why does that sound familiar? (All affinities are welcome: Super/OP Harry: Super/OP Sirius: Sirius is actually Loki, banished from Asgard like Thor once was and made mortal, Wixen and a baby: when Sirius gets his memories back is up to you: even if Sirius is evil, he does NOT turn on Harry as his godson's strength amuses him: as part of his love for his pup, Sirius MUST use Asgardian magic to claim Harry as his son and heir: how this affects Harry is up to you: if Marvel/MCU Crossover, Sirius MUST use his Loki visage on Earth: bonus points if Thor somehow gets involved and becomes a friend to Harry)

James Potter was Charles and Dorea's miracle child: almost right. He was a miracle as they didn't find him. He found them...after appearing in a flash of lightning and rainbows (Light/Grey Super/OP Harry: Light/Grey Super/OP James: Good-guy Loki: James is actually Thor, who was made a baby when he was exiled from Asgard: he doesn't regain his memories or powers until Harry is born: when Voldemort attacks, James goes nuclear on the Death Eaters following Lily's death - he does the 'thunder eyes and full body' thing Thor did in Ragnarok and following movies: as an Asgardian, James survives the AK while Harry's half-Asgardian heritage gives him a powerful resistance to Midgard magic: intrigued by his nephew, Loki MUST dote on Harry as a loving Uncle and second Father figure: if a Marvel/MCU Crossover, James MUST ask Doctor Strange to help train Harry: if a Riordanverse crossover, James MUST tell Zeus where he can stick his rules since Harry's NOT a Grecian Demigod: bonus points if Loki also reincarnated as one of the Marauders

Chapter 1

The Lightning That Struck Twice

1980 July 31st

The air sparkled with magic and surging power as Lily Potter lay within Potter Manor, protected and safe from the war waging outside. And yet as he stood back and watched on, Charlus Potter knew that today was one of reckoning.

Twenty years it had been since the skies blessed him and his darling Dorea with the child they had prayed for. It had been untraditional and unexpected, it may have been, to receive a child from a single lightning strike and a swash of rainbows. A blessing from the gods, though they knew not the origins of the child, they accepted the blessing and the once blonde and blue-eyed child their own. Through magic and blood, the child was theirs. Their bloodlines continued.

And Charlus saw the effects of two powerful bloodlines merging every day for the last twenty years. However, he never questioned this blessing of the gods, and raised the boy as his own. Loved him, cherished him, scolded him, nurtured him, and helped him become the proud father and respectable warrior he was today. Would society forever shun him for his youthful misdeeds? Perhaps, but he was a man that considered one's youth a mere stepping stone into the man or woman they would become.

And yet as his grandson was born, he felt a disturbance in the air. He watched on as James began to get antsy, wincing uncontrollably and appearing a strange mixture of agitated, happy, and proud. He almost didn't hear it, but when James named his son Harry James Potter and picked him up for the first time, he heard him whisper lowly, as if with whispering winds themselves "My little Asgardian,"

This set off caution in the middle-aged wizard and returned him to prayer. He needed answers. It was a humbling realization, as months passed, that his prayers would be answered by a booming clap of thunder on a cloudless day and the sky visibly displaying a chiseled face- for but the split of a second- which nodded at him.

That same night, he would stumble upon his son, gazing into the storms and speaking in a tongue he did not recognize but completely understood. "You sent me here, Odin Odinson, to learn something vital. And I have. My home is in Midgard now. With the Wixens. You look upon me with reproach if you must, Father Odin, but my family is here with the Potters. I am Thor as much as I am James Potter now. I await Harry's seventh birthday, so you may meet your grandson... but do not show and I'll shall make the nine realms quake,"

The cloudless night sky flashed with a sea of lightning, the heavens above hearing his declaration and his threat. For a moment, Charlus was conflicted, his son was Thor, Norse God of Thunder, but when he heard the heartfelt declaration that he was still James Potter, he realized that would be forever.

His heart swelled with happiness and bravery with that thought

Clapping a surprised James on the shoulder, Charlus made a foolish but brave declaration himself. "And the Potters will fight for their kin. He is one of us now, and we refuse to let him go," James turned to look at him, surprise and worry in his eyes that quickly turned into warmth and pride. "Yeah, my family has my back," A somber flash of lightning followed this softer declaration, and the storms retreated.

The first to notice the difference was Sirius. It made Charlus laugh that it would be his boy's best friend for years before his own mother to notice the sheer difference in his eyes, how he held himself, and how casual he had become, well, everything.

Then he had to make a very Sirius-like comment.

"Hahaha! Yes! Take that mother! I befriended an Asgardian! Not good enough to be in the same airspace as the Black heir my arse!"

Perhaps it was tempting fate. Perhaps it was his Asgardian arrogance showing, but James decided it was time to the halls of Potter Manor to all once again. Not done since the days of Grindelwald, when the Dark Lord attacked and took the life of his grandfather, he planned to jolly up the country he called his homeland.

The common and the aristocratic were invited, from the Weasley Clan to the infamous House of Black. He spared no invites, everyone was invited. Standing front and center were the heads of the House of Potter. James and Charles displayed a strong front that intimidated many. Father and son. A duo none wished to duel.

Raising his arms, James welcomed all. "Welcome to my family's home, one and all! Today is a day to be remembered! Today we shall show those that bask in the darkest corners of our world that they cannot snuff out the light in our lives!" With a single snap of his fingers, the once lit up hall exploded with light, and even got an approving nod from Albus Dumbledore.

Sticking behind in the back, Sirius and Remus were on guard duty. "Tell me again why I shouldn't throttle Pete for ditching the party for his aunt Gertrude?" The Son of Black demanded, annoyed as he kept a close eye on Dorea. Due to history, James wanted him to protect his mother, who he believed would be an equally high-stakes target. Remus will go full wolf for Lily and Harry, he remembered his brother in all but blood's words clearly.

And they still felt stupid.

Dorea Potter was formerly Dorea Black. She needed no protection. But whatever. He'll just do his job and maybe protect both. Yes. Yes, that sounded good.

The party commenced and it was a joyous occasion. And when it was noticed that it was sunny outside, people began to flock outside to the stone courtyard. "Turn up the music!" Fabian Prewett shouted, laughing as he danced like a loon with Marlene McKinnon, mirrored by his brother Gideon and his partner.

Everyone began to dance, except those of higher stature and status in society. "This is hippogriff shit! I have orders, Black! The Dark Lord expects the call tonight! He expects a jubilee of bloodshed!" Rodolphus Lestrange hissed to Arcturus Black, who cuffed him on the head with a dirty fiery glare.

"And I say nay! I told the Dark Lord no blood would be shed tonight! Not on a night of peace and jubilee! This is good for everyone, not just himself! The country needs it! And tradition-"

"Ba! To hell with tradition! I'm not getting tortured, or killed, for disobedience!" Rabastan Lestrange snapped angrily, his face an ugly shade of purple and red. However, before they could do anything else, a sharp scream pierced the air.

The whole party halted as a green skull and snake rose high into the sky, right above Potter Manor. Eyes widening in horror, James flew back into the manor just as Sirius came rushing in covered in blood. "Someone Imperiused Rem- NO! LILY!"

There lying on the floor, lifeless and unmoving, a marinet with its strings cut, Lily Potter lay dead on the tile flooring of Potter Manor. A look of absolute betrayal etched on her face and immortalized in her eyes. Then he heard it.

His voice.

"Come on out, Potter! Bring me the boy and I shall spare your life!"

He growled like a feral beast. He could hear it. The sounds of battles. The cries of loss and those fury. Of vengeance and those of hatred. Potter Manor was being bathed in blood once more. An electric blue glow overshadowed his eyes as lightning started to dance across his body.

"I am Thor," He whispered, eyes darkening with wrath untold and a fury the world had yet to see. "God of Thunder!" Bellowing, he bursts from his place in the halls of his ancestral home and lands upon four or so Death Eaters, killing them instantly with his lightning.

Every witch and wizard caught a glimpse of James' change, and those on his side shared a haunting laugh. "This bloody war ends tonight!" Gideon shouted, taking out a Death Eater with a hex to the hex.

Unlike his Wixen brethren, the way James fought was brutal and physical. When he was not launching bolts of raw lightning at Death Eaters, saving his comrades' lives, he was carving a path of death towards Voldemort, who was being stalled by the combined efforts of Charlus and Albus.

"Avada Kedevra!"

Out of the blue, a streak of green light hit him square in the face, and Charlus cried out, thinking his only child was dead. But James did not fall, instead he stared upon the one that had attempted to kill him, and held his son in his grasp.

Severus Snape stood there, eyes long lost into the dwells of insanity, holding the son of James and Lily Potter with a death grip. The baby squirmed, discomforted but unable to break free. "Your death will be slow and painful, Severus!" James could put the pieces together, and there was only murder and hatred in his eyes, his wrath momentarily turned from Voldemort to the man that had slain his wife and stolen his child.

"I hold the cards, Potter. If you want to see your child alive, you will adhere to my demands-" Snape was cut off by a searing pain across his back.

"Tranche Noire!" Sirius Black shouted, slicing open Snape's back, and behind him stood, much to the shock of the Order and the Death Eaters, the House of Black. "Accio Harry!" The godfather shouted again, and caught his sailing godson from the air as Arcturus and Orion captured the greasy-haired wizard in smoking black chains.

"Deal with that monster, Potter. We got this," Orion shouted, starting to duel several Death Eaters himself, a crazed grin on his face.

Turning back, he leaped into the air and came back down to earth harder, faster, stronger. Voldemort raised a shield above his head to protect himself from the sheer might of the lightning and James Potter's sudden physical strength. The look in the young wizard's eyes reminded him of a predator's, of his eyes when at his most wrathful, and as bolts of lightning rained down upon his shield, shattering it slowly,

"This. Ends. TONIGHT!" James bellowed, his eyes as inhuman as possible with their electric blue glow, raising his hands into the air. That was when Voldemort felt it. The cool, unearthly touch. The inability to see the being that stood behind him, but he could feel the hand sink inside his chest.

Death had held his soul tight.

"Get back!" Charlus shouted, everyone hearing it and seeing a bolt of lightning far larger than any other coming down from above. It was a split second reaction, they barely got out of ground zero in time, but in there Voldemort's body was vaporized and James Potter stood there, panting as he let the adrenaline and the rage wear off.

Raising his hand, from his pocket his wand flew to it, and instantly he slashed the air, slicing open Snape's face. The man screamed in agony. Grabbing his hair and looking at the sea of bodies decorating his ancestral land, he eyed the remaining Death Eaters.

"Bow or die," He kept his voice deep and guttural, laced with pure power, and they slowly bowed onto one knee, acknowledging their defeat. Yanking on Snape's head, he made a decision that marked a change that would see the Prophet's newsletter quickly.

"Let's go, Snape. It's time that you never see the light of day again,"

Far away, high in the clouds, a group of fifteen beings watched the battle take place. It was nothing short of entertaining. Amongst them was one relieved deity, who wanted this threat to her domain dealt with for awhile, and another, the eldest brother, had wanted to see his favored descendants finally clean up the mess that particularly son of three had left behind.

"Earth is supposed to be our domain!"

If there was to be somebody upset about this, it would be the youngest brother. Especially since this was his Asgardian equivalent.

Zeus had a fierce rivalry with Thor, if not fiercer than the one with his brothers.

The middle brother shook his head. "Leave it be, little brother, else you bring us unneeded strife. He is in England, we are in the United States. We are separated by my domain. I doubt he cares to come here," His words were sage and wise, something that always threw the other gods through a loop because they remembered his rash and brash youth.

Grumbling, Zeus made his decision on the matter clear. "Hekate, Hades, go tell that blowhard that I demand an audience with him within in two days time. I will not wait any longer," With that he flashed out, leaving Hekate huffing and Hades sighing. "Let's go then. Gives me a chance to meet my descendants," With that, both deities seeped into the shadows and traveled thousands of miles to England.