AN: Not much happens in this chapter except Loki getting his punishment for what he did in Thor and Avengers, and during There is also mention of people being intimate and drinking and having a hangover, and threats of violence, during Odin's story, there is a very brief mention of someone taking their own life.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or HP.
Chapter 68: Loki's Sentence and Odin's Secret.
Harry ran his hand through his hair as he walked alongside Thor down the corridor from Loki's chambers, heading towards the infirmary. Loki allowed Harry to sleep in his chambers last night since he refused to leave Sirius' side, and Thor had just come into the room and woke him up about ten minutes ago; he then waited while Harry changed out of his borrowed pajamas and into the black jeans and white t-shirt he had arrived on Asgard wearing yesterday. Harry and Thor turned a corner and almost bumped into Regulus, who had just turned a corner from a different corridor. Harry frowned when he looked at his uncle. Regulus looked awful. His hair was a mess; he smelled funny and was rubbing the side of his head, looking like he might be sick.
"I thought you would be in the healing rooms by now," Thor commented.
"I got lost," Regulus replied. "This place is harder to navigate than Hogwarts."
Thor chuckled and patted Regulus' shoulder. "Walk with us, my friend. I'll show you the way," Thor continued walking down the corridor. Harry fell in step with Regulus, walking behind Thor, and looked closely at him.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, frowning deeper when Regulus continued to rub his head.
"Yeah, kid, it's just a headache," Regulus replied but gave no further details. Harry didn't ask because Regulus looked like Sirius after one of his drinking spells. He was pretty sure the smell coming from his breath was some Asgardian alcohol because it smelled similar to Fire Whiskey; Harry had a feeling Regulus' headache was due to him being drunk the night before. When Regulus got drunk or where he got the alcohol, Harry had no idea, but he hated it whenever Sirius drank, and he didn't want Regulus to start doing the same. "Hey, what's with the look? I'll be fine once the headache passes; there is no reason to worry."
"Yeah, okay," Harry mumbled.
"How do you feel?" Regulus asked to change the subject off of him, and Harry glanced at Thor before turning back to Regulus to answer.
"Weird," Harry admitted, "I don't feel myself and don't remember much after boarding Makekith's ship; I think I passed out for a bit, and then my magic—" Harry paused. "Never mind; I shouldn't be bugging you with my problems when you're sick."
"No, it's fine. Go on," Regulus said, sounding concerned. "What's wrong with your magic?"
"Nothing. It just feels different, almost wrong. I can feel it stirring, and my fingers even feel tingly, like it wants me to use it," Harry replied. "I don't know if that makes sense; it's hard to explain."
"How long has it felt that way?" Regulus asked.
"Since the Aether came out of me," Harry admitted, and Regulus frowned.
"Did you tell Loki?" Regulus asked; Harry shook his head.
"I haven't had the chance, not with Dad's injury and everything, and I didn't want to worry Mum further, not after going through all that with Dad," Harry explained.
"Once you get the chance, you tell Loki. He might know why your magic is acting that way," Regulus said. "It might be because of the Aether."
"That's another thing," Harry said. "I never want to see the Aether again, but my magic wants it back. I can feel it reaching out for it, my magic wants to feel that power again, or maybe that's me, I don't know, but I don't like this feeling."
"Mention that to Loki." Regulus replied, "But I wouldn't worry too much. It's probably just a side effect of having that thing inside you. Hopefully, you'll be fine after a while."
"Hopefully," Harry mumbled, popping his knuckles. "Who has it now?"
"Loki, or at least I think he does; he put it in that container and then made the whole thing disappear. I'm not sure where it went," Regulus said. He'd seen Loki do that plenty of times, but he always assumed he was summoning stuff from somewhere and somehow sending it back.
"Loki probably sent it to his pocket dimension," Harry said.
"His pocket what?" Regulus asked. They were almost to the infirmary, and Regulus hoped they left for home soon. He wanted to see if Ted was home, and hopefully, he'd have a potion for a hangover.
"I'm not exactly sure how to explain it, but it's where stuff usually goes when he makes it disappear," Harry answered. "It's almost like having an invisible pocket following you around. Loki can put anything in it or take anything out whenever he needs it."
"So, does that mean anything in it is always near Loki?" Regulus asked.
"Yeah," Harry replied, switching to popping the knuckles on his other hand, and Regulus wondered when he had picked up that bad habit.
"So, that means the Aether is close, which is probably why your magic is reaching for it," Regulus said. "When we return home, I will tell Loki to put it somewhere far away from you."
"One good thing came out of being possessed by that thing." Harry said, then lowered his voice as he glanced at Thor, "I am no longer a Hocrux; I am positive that piece of Voldemort's soul is gone."
"Good," Regulus said, "I'll check when we get home to be sure, but it's one more down, and you don't have to worry about making a choice no kid your age should have to make."
"And no more research," Harry added; after all, he was still a kid, and to him, more school-type work was the worse.
"And you don't have to go through the torture of hanging out with me anymore," Regulus added, thinking that now the Horcrux was gone, Harry would go back to ignoring he existed.
"Torture?" Harry frowned. "I don't mind hanging out with you; it was the work I didn't like." Regulus grinned as they followed Thor into the infirmary. He had thought Harry acted grumpy during their research because he still didn't like him, but Regulus was glad to know that wasn't the case.
"There you guys are," Sirius said when they entered the room. He was sitting up in the bed, one leg folded in front of him, the other hanging off the side onto the floor; unlike Harry, he was not wearing his muggle clothes from yesterday, but grey trousers made from a cloth material and a maroon color tunic. Sirius looked pale and tired but better than he did last night. Loki was standing on the side of the bed, brushing Sirius' hair and wearing black leather trousers and a dark green shirt.
"What are you wearing?" Regulus demanded, sitting in a chair by Sirius' bed.
"Reigny wanted me to be comfortable," Sirius shrugged. Loki finished with Sirius' hair and made the hairbrush disappear, and Harry leaned over and hugged Sirius. The outfit wasn't very appealing, but it was comfortable, and Sirius couldn't care less about how he looked at the moment.
"How do you feel?" Harry asked, looking at Sirius in concern. He felt warm, meaning he still had a fever, and his breathing was uneven.
"I'm still a little weak, can't do much without getting out of breath, and am slightly feverish, but other than that, I'm fine. Eir said it would take a bit for the Phoenix tears to heal me completely because of how much damage the poison did," Sirius answered. "But, I'll live, so can't complain."
"Your food is over there on that table; once you eat, we'll go home," Loki said. Harry went over to the table Loki pointed to, picked up one of two bowls of something that almost resembled oatmeal, and picked up a spoon; he walked back over to Sirius' bed. Thor had taken the chair on the other side of the bed', so Harry chose to sit at the foot of Sirius' bed, crossed his legs in front of him, and started to eat.
"Reg, aren't you going to eat?" Sirius asked, looking at his brother.
"I can't eat; just the mere mention of food makes me want to vomit," Regulus replied.
"Are you sick?" Sirius asked. "You look like you've been dragged through Hogsmeade by a hippogriff."
"I'm fine, Siri. It's just a headache," Regulus said. "And a little nauseous."
"Are you sure?" Sirius asked, reaching out to touch Regulus' forehead, but he slapped Sirius' hand away.
"Do not hit him," Loki demanded, as Sirius realized what was wrong with his brother.
"It's all right, Reigny; Reg doesn't mean anything by it," Sirius said. "Though, I would like to know who gave my brother enough alcohol to give him a hangover."
"Thor," Loki glared at his older brother, and Thor raised his hands in defense.
"It was not me, brother." Thor denied, "It must have been Sif; she was in his bed when I woke Regulus up." His face turned a little red at the last part.
"I'm sorry….what?" Loki demanded while Sirius looked at Regulus with a shocked look.
"Don't look at me like that, Sirius; I'm not a child; I can do what I want," Regulus said, his face red at his business being told to the world. He needed to remember to get Thor back for that.
"I wasn't saying anything, Reg," Sirius said, looking amused.
"Loki, you need to teach your brother how to knock," Regulus said, rubbing his head again.
"I apologized for that," Thor said. "I did not mean to walk in when you were unclothed."
"You also need to learn not to tell everyone other people's business," Regulus said. "Merlin, my head hurts."
"That's what happens when you drink too much," Sirius said. "It might be fun while you're doing it, but by the next day, you regret everything."
"Not everything," Regulus mumbled, smiling a little, then made a face. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"Reigny, can you do something for him?" Sirius asked. Loki laid his hand on Regulus' forehead. Green magic came from his fingers, and a few minutes later, Regulus sighed in relief as Loki pulled his hand away.
"Thanks," Regulus said, "I feel much better."
"And you stink," Loki replied, wrinkling his nose.
"Don't be mean," Sirius said.
"I am not being mean; I'm telling the truth; your brother smells," Loki said, and Regulus glared at him.
"You are so kind," Regulus said sarcastically, and Loki grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.
"Come, " Loki demanded, "You are taking a bath because I'm not taking you home smelling like an Asgardian brewery. Harry, keep an eye on your father, please."
"Sure," Harry said as Sirius laughed at Regulus being dragged out of the room while being lectured by Loki.
"Poor, Reggy, he woke Reigny's mothering side." Sirius chuckled. "I've already dealt with that this morning." Sirius ran his hand through his neatly brushed hair, purposely messing it up.
"Dad."
"Yeah. Kiddo?"
"I'm done. I can't eat anymore of whatever this is," Harry said, holding out his bowl.
"It tastes a bit weird, doesn't it?" Sirius asked. "I couldn't finish mine either." He took Harry's bowl and sat it on the table by the bed.
"Yeah," Harry said, as he popped his knuckles again.
"You alright?" Sirius asked, and Harry shrugged.
"Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess," Harry said. Sirius patted the spot beside him, and Harry crawled up the bed, sat next to Sirius, and laid his head on his shoulder.
"You can go back to bed once we get home," Sirius said, "I imagine you didn't get much sleep."
"It felt like I had just fallen asleep when Thor came into the room and woke me up," Harry replied, closing his eyes.
"I know yesterday must have been pretty traumatizing, so when you're ready, Reigny and I will be here if you need to talk about anything," Sirius said. Harry nodded, though he didn't know if he ever wanted to talk about his father almost dying. He knew he would have to talk about what happened with the Aether and confess he was a Horcrux and that the Aether destroyed it. It was one less they had to find.
"Yesterday, when the Aether was controlling me, there were people there video-typing everything," Harry said, "What if it gets back to our news? It's likely been all over the muggle news. What if I'm recognized?"
"We'll tell everyone a powerful force possessed you and put all the blame where it belongs on Malekith," Sirius replied.
"I nearly-"
"You nearly did nothing, you hear me?" Sirius said, "Nothing that happened yesterday was your fault." Harry didn't argue even though he didn't quite believe that; if he had just stayed home, he wouldn't have almost destroyed the planet, nor would Sirius have gone through all that pain and nearly died.
"Do you think Andromeda heard about what happened?" Harry asked.
"She likely did," Sirius said. "Don't worry, though. Annie will understand it wasn't your fault, but prepare yourself for a lecture for leaving the house."
"When we went to Hogwarts, Dumbledore's office looked like he had recently been there but had left in a hurry. The lights were on, and there was a fire in the fireplace, and I just realized that had to be why Fawkes was there."
"I do believe he checks on the school during the summer. He was probably doing that, and news of what happened on Midgard must have reached his ears. He likely left to call an emergency Order meeting," Sirius guessed.
They fell silent, and Harry started thinking about the conversation he and Thor had when Thor showed him Loki's chambers last night; it was about Jotunheim and how Helbindi wanted to meet Loki and Harry during his and Thor's conversation. Thor accidentally let slip that Loki had a son who was half-Midgardian. Helbindi seemed happy to have a nephew and said the only other family he had left was his other brother, Byleistr. Helbindi also claimed he and his brother did not care much for Laufey, nor did most of the other Jotunn. The only ones loyal to him were the very few killed when Loki tried to destroy Jotunheim because apparently, Laufey hadn't only been a bad father, he was also a bad King, and Helbindi and Byleistr had always resented Laufey for throwing out their older brother like rubbish and were both happy when they found out Loki was alive. Harry wanted to believe Helbindi like Thor did and wanted to meet this giant uncle of his; if he was sincere in his claims, then perhaps they would be willing to fight on their side when the final battle against Voldemort happened. If the Midgardian giants were fighting on his side, having the Jotunn on their side would even the odds.
"Your brother is in the bath," Loki said, entering the room. "I also ensured he cleaned his teeth and found him some clothes to put on." Loki sat on the edge of the bed. "He is a bit cranky."
"Hopefully, he'll be in a better mood when he returns," Sirius said.
"Perhaps Regulus has been around you too much, brother; he's caught your grumpiness," Thor said, and Loki gave Thor a dirty look.
"If that were supposed to be funny, brother, I would not seek a job as a comedian," Loki said. Thor did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at Loki, who narrowed his eyes at Thor, and Sirius started laughing.
"Two nearly fifteen hundred-year-old gods acting like children is hilarious," Sirius said, grinning. He was feeling better than when he first woke up this morning, and Sirius felt a lot better than he did last night when Harry had poured the Phoenix tears into him. The poison had spread throughout his body, he was in enormous amounts of pain, and Sirius was minutes from death. Sirius will be forever grateful for Harry saving his life.
"Is he asleep?" Loki asked, nodding towards Harry.
"I think his eyes are just closed, " Sirius replied. "Poor kid didn't get much sleep last night."
"It would seem your brother didn't either, but for different reasons." Loki said, "I saw Sif. She was wearing Regulus' shirt. I think she misunderstood my warning her not to get Regulus drunk as telling her to stay away from him because she threatened me with pain if I didn't learn to mind my own business."
"You'd think spending the night with a pretty lady would have put Regulus in a good mood." Sirius said, "It always -"
"Sirius, our child is sitting next to you; that is a highly inappropriate conversation," Loki said.
"Harry's not exactly a child anymore, Reigny; our baby will be an adult next year," Sirius said, "by the way, happy birthday, kiddo."
"Thanks," Harry replied. He opened his eyes and raised his head off Sirius' shoulder. After everything that had happened yesterday, Harry almost forgot today was his birthday.
"Yes, happy birthday, Harry," Loki said, "but please, do not mention Harry being an adult next year."
"Does it make you feel old?" Sirius teased.
"I am not old." Loki said, "I am only fourteen hundred and ninety-six,"
"Only," Sirius said, giving Loki an amused look.
"I am still quite young for an Asgardian," Loki said. "But isn't your age considered old on Midgard?"
"If I'm old, why do you always want to -"
"Sirius," Loki snapped, his face turning red. He could hear Thor chuckling, but before he could scold him, the infirmary door opened, and Odin walked in. Like always, he had his spear in his hand and was dressed head to toe in gold armor, but unlike the last time Harry saw him, Odin was now accompanied by a giant grey wolf. Loki immediately stood and faced him; Thor, too, stood up. Odin ignored them both and looked at Sirius.
"I heard you recovered," Odin said. "You may not believe me when I say this, but I am glad you did not die." Sirius gave Odin a look that clearly stated he did not believe him.
"Why are you here?" Loki demanded.
"You should be able to guess why I am here," Odin replied.
"I have no idea where the Aether went after I killed Malekith," Loki replied, which was a lie. Odin's look showed he knew it was a lie but didn't care. His focus was on something else.
"That is a discussion for another time; I am here on other business," Odin said, "I am here to give you your sentence; the crimes you committed can not go unpunished."
"Of course not. I am not Thor," Loki replied, scowling; he reached one arm behind his back, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Odin demanded.
"Do not tell me you already forgot," Loki demanded. "Thor tried to kill the Jotunn days before I did, and what was his punishment? He was banished to Midgard, where he spent only three days."
"I also stripped him of his powers, and what Thor did was because of your manipulations and tricks," Odin said, and Loki couldn't deny it. He had tricked Thor into going into Jotunnheim by replanting an idea Thor had back into his head after he had listened to Odin and let the matter drop.
"Is it my fault Thor is so gullible?" Loki asked, smirking when Odin scoffed.
"It's not fair that only Thor got punished," Harry said, thinking the same thing he did when he first heard the story of Loki and Thor's trip to Jotunheim.
"I beg your pardon?" Odin demanded.
"Thor isn't the only one who went to Jotunheim to pick a fight." Harry said, "Mum, those three warrior guys, and Lady Sif all went, but only Thor got in trouble."
"I…..that is not what I came to discuss," Odin snapped, and Sirius stood.
"Hey, now, there is no reason to snap at my son," Sirius said. Odin said nothing to Sirius and turned back to Loki.
"Loki, just listen to what I have to say," Odin said. Sirius scowled and raised his hand, palm up, ready to bring out his magic, and the wolf by Odin's side growled in warning.
"Why should he?" Sirius demanded, "It doesn't matter what punishment you give Loki. I will not allow him to be locked in the dungeons."
"This is between my son and I; do not interfere," Odin warned.
"Your son?" Sirius said, "Please, you never cared about him."
"Do not pretend to know how I feel about my son," Odin said. The wolf growled more, showing his long pointy fangs. Loki stepped in front of Sirius, blocking him from the wolf, and pointed his dagger at him. Odin laid his hand on the wolf's head, getting him to stop growling. Loki lowered his arm, pointing the dagger at the ground.
"Go ahead and tell me my punishment," Loki said. "But like Sirius said, I will not be locked up in any dungeon, and I assure you, there are three people in this room who will not allow me to be beheaded."
"What?" Harry asked, jumping out of bed and trying to stand in front of Loki. But he put his arm around Harry and pulled Harry to him.
"I do not plan to behead anyone," Odin said. The wolf next to Odin stepped forward and started sniffing Harry, causing Loki to pull him closer and point his dagger at the wolf.
"Get back, Gerki," Loki warned, but the wolf only started licking Harry's hand.
"That's gross," Harry said, pulling his hand back. Gerki moved closer, using his large head to bump Harry's other hand. Harry started stroking the wolf. He grinned and sat down to pet him more. Gerki licked his face; Harry pulled away laughing.
"I am glad you like him; his brother will be accompanying your grandmother to Midgard," Odin said, and Harry looked up at him as he scratched Gerki behind the ear.
"Grandmother is going to Midgard?" Harry asked.
"She is," Odin replied. "Since our sons keep getting in trouble down there, one of us should be there to watch them, and Frigga decided it should be her. I am sending Freki to act as her guard."
"You said, sons," Thor said, walking over to Odin, who glanced at him.
"Indeed, I did," Odin said, then turned back to Loki. "Your mother and I talked throughout the night about your wrongdoings, and we both agreed that the best punishment is to force you to protect the very realm you tried to destroy."
"I'm sorry?" Loki replied. He was not sure if he heard right, but he had his dagger disappear anyway, and Harry stood, which made Gerki whimper and moved closer to him.
"For the crimes you committed in Asgard, you have been banished to Midgard for ten years." Odin said, "And for your invasion of Midgard while serving your sentence, you must protect the planet from threats. If you refuse this punishment, you can spend one hundred years in the dungeons. Which do you prefer?"
"Midgard," Loki replied, still feeling a little surprised; his punishment was Odin sending him to where Loki wanted to be.
"You have a few rules you must obey while down there." Odin said, "You are not to leave Midgard unless summoned here or I permit you. During your ten-year banishment, you are forbidden from trying to take over the realm. You are to live among the wizards; you may not leave their community unless accompanied by Thor or one of the Avengers. The only exception is to protect the realm from a threat. You can only harm those threatening the planet, you, or your son; you can not harm or kill anyone just because you find them annoying or they make you mad, which includes your habit of stabbing your brother. I will send Hugin to Midgard to watch you; I will know if you break any of those rules. If you do, I will come to Midgard and arrest you myself, and you will be sent to the dungeons for eternity."
Odin didn't allow Loki to reply, so he turned to leave the room but paused at the sight of Regulus standing by the door. Harry hadn't heard him return, but he looked much better than before his bath and now wore an outfit similar to Loki's, except his top was blue. Odin stood there staring at Regulus, who crossed his arms and stared back.
"What's your deal with Regulus?" Sirius demanded as he stepped out from behind Loki, ready to defend his brother. Regulus dropped his arms as a look of realization crossed his face.
"You keep looking at me like that because I look like him," Regulus noted.
"Look like who?" Sirius asked.
"Canis Blackheart," Regulus answered. Sirius still had no idea who his brother was talking about, but apparently, Harry did because he gasped and stared at Odin in shock.
"Who?" Loki asked. He, too, was feeling confused, and he glanced at Thor, who shrugged.
"Sigrid's husband," Odin said, which did nothing to clear up Loki, Sirius or Thor's confusion,
"I ask again. Who?" Loki said. Odin looked at all four of them before answering.
"Sigrid was a Midgardian warrior who fought alongside Asgard during the first war with Malekith. She was a great fighter, beautiful and fierce." Odin said, "I fell in love with her."
"Did she return your feelings?" Loki asked out of curiosity; Odin rarely talked about his past personal life.
"I thought she did," Odin replied. "Sigrid helped us beat Malekith's army; Bor was so impressed with her that he agreed to allow me to give her one of Idunn's' golden apples. Sigrid gladly accepted the chance to become almost immortal, but she declined when I asked for her hand in marriage. Sigrid preferred to be a warrior; she could not see herself settling down and becoming a wife or a mother."
"Go ahead, tell them what you did," Harry said, shocking Sirius and Loki, who looked at him in surprise.
"What did he do?" Loki asked, and Sirius wondered how Harry knew what Odin was talking about.
"Let him tell you, he's the one who did it," Harry replied.
"What did you do?" Thor asked.
"Sigrid continued to fight whenever her help was needed. Even long after Bor passed the throne to me, Asgard could still count on Sigrid. But then years turned to centuries, and the Nine Realms became peaceful for the most part. With nothing to fight for anymore and most of her friends and family long dead, Sigrid became lonely and bitter until she met and married Canis Blackheart."
"The bloke that looks like Regulus?" Sirius asked.
"And you." Odin said, "It was over a thousand years later when I heard the news that Sigrid had finally married and settled down; I went to visit her out of curiosity and was told to get lost by her husband; I would send Hugin to check on her every once in a while, she seemed happy, though she never got over the death of her third son, and once her two remaining sons became adults, and her husband started aging, and she did not, Sigrid came to realize she'd eventually have to watch her family grow old and die, unable to go through that pain again, Sigrid took her own life."
"Tell the rest." Harry said, "Tell us what you did to her."
"I did what I did out of hurt and anger," Odin said. "I never imagined one of Sigrid's descendants would be my grandson."
"Do you mean Harry?" Loki demanded as Sirius' eyebrows raised. He had never heard of any Sigrid, but Harry and Regulus must have. They were the only ones who didn't look shocked by Odin's words, but Odin ignored them and kept his attention on Loki.
"History, in a way, has repeated itself," Odin said. "I was in love with Sigrid, and you, my son, are in love with one of her descendants—a man who has never had a normal life." Odin looked at Sirius. "I am sorry; I am to blame for that."
"How?" Sirius demanded.
"Siri, you need to research our family history," Regulus said. "Our family tree is generations of bad luck, dying young, unable to bore children, and going crazy. Think about it, Siri: You spent twelve years in Azkaban, causing Harry to grow up in an abusive home; I spent seventeen and a half years trapped in a cave; you almost died yesterday, Sirius; it's all his fault."
"How?" Loki demanded, a deadly tone to his voice.
"When Sigrid refused my hand, even though I gave her immortality, I was humiliated, so I cursed Sigrid. I told her if she were ever to marry, she, her husband, and any of their descendants would never be able to live a normal life; why do you think it took her over a thousand years to marry and have children? I assumed she thought the curse had worn off by then or forgotten about it, or maybe she was just lonely and decided to take the risk."
"My son and lover are cursed because a Midgardian turned down your hand in marriage?" Loki demanded, balling his hands into fists, magic flowing from them. He looked like he might attack Odin at any moment.
"So, my shitty life was your fault," Sirius said, "Being locked up, missing out on my son growing up, my brother spending half his life in a cave, everything is your fault."
"I do regret what I did." Odin said, "I will not ask your forgiveness; I do not deserve it, but I will not forbid you from being with Loki, and you and my grandson will be welcomed on Asgard any time you wish to visit."
"I challenge you," Sirius said, ignoring what Odin said. "To a duel, I win; you must lift my family curse so we don't have any more bad luck and lessen Harry's chances of being murdered by Voldemort."
"Duel?" Odin demanded, "You want to challenge me to a duel? You cannot win, even if you were in top shape."
"Darling, that is unwise in your condition," Loki said, turning to Sirius. "Let me fight for you. I am your lover. I adopted your last name as my own. I am part of your family."
"I know, babe, and I appreciate the sentiment, but I am the Head of the Noble and Ancient House of Black. It's my job to protect the family, " Sirius said.
"Even if you won, it would be for nothing," Odin replied. "I lifted that curse last night after Frigga left my chambers."
"I do not believe you," Loki said.
"Believe me or not, it will not make it less true," Odin said, "I was not going to allow a curse of mine to affect your child, Loki, especially not when Frigga was already getting attached to him."
"I believe him," Harry said.
"I do, too," Sirius said. "I appreciate you taking this curse off my family, but I don't think I'll ever forgive or forget what you done to us."
"I understand," Odin said. An idea started to form in Harry's head. If they were going to beat Voldemort and Sinthea, they could use all the help they could get, and having Asgard on their side would give them a significant advantage.
"I forgive you, grandfather," Harry said, shocking Odin. "I forgive you for your curse affecting me, but I can not forgive what happened to my uncle and father. If you are sorry, you can show me by doing me a favor."
"What do you wish me to do?" Odin asked, curiosity mixed with suspicion in his voice.
"Thor mentioned yesterday that Helbindi wanted to make peace between Asgard and Jotunheim," Harry said.
"Yes, Thor told me about that," Odin said, "I have yet to make my decision."
"I want you to meet with Helbindi, and when you do, I want to go to Joutnheim with you," Harry said.
"No," Loki immediately said, "Definitely not."
"I will do as you ask and speak to Helbindi," Odin said. "I am willing to allow you to accompany me and will send word to Thor when I arrange the meeting, but Thor can not bring you along unless your parents have allowed it."
With those words, Odin turned and headed toward the exit, whistling for Gerki to follow him as he left. Sirius was going to ask Harry how he knew about Sigrid, but Loki had turned to him and started asking questions first.
"Why do you want to visit Jotunheim?" Loki demanded; Harry shrugged.
"Thor told me all about his talk with Helbindi, and he said Helbindi seemed sincere about wanting to make peace and get to know us, and I thought I should go along to make sure Odin doesn't say anything stupid and get Helbindi to change his mind."
"Why does it matter so much if we make peace with Jotunheim?" Loki asked. "Or meet Helbindi?"
"Well, whether you want to accept it or not, they are our people," Harry said. "And…well, if we make peace with them, they are giants and powerful, and they might help in the battle with Voldemort when it happens. Voldemort has giants on his side; perhaps we should, too."
"You want to use them?" Loki asked, looking surprised, and Harry shook his head.
"No," Harry said. "I truly want to befriend them or at least Helbindi, if he's being truthful, but…well, friends help each other when they need it, right?" Loki smiled.
"You are starting to sound more like me the older you get," Loki said, sounding pleased.
"That's a scary thought," Sirius said, then laughed at the expression Loki gave him.
"Loki is right," Thor said. "Harry may have Sirius' looks, but he is like Loki. I just hope he does not decide to stab me, too." Thor grinned, "Although it does not hurt when Loki stabs me with his puny knife." He was tasing Loki, but instead of laughing, a dagger appeared in Loki's hand.
"Would you like to repeat that last bit, brother?" Loki asked as Thor held up his hands.
"I was only joking," Thor said; he stepped back when Loki stepped toward him. "Remember, Father said you can not stab me anymore."
"What are you so afraid of?" Loki asked. "I thought this puny knife didn't hurt. How about this one?" Loki's dagger disappeared from his hand and was replaced with a longer, sharper-looking one.
"Unm.." Thor kept backing up until he bumped into Frigga, who had just entered the room with Kelda and another giant wolf Harry assumed was Ferki.
"Thor." Frigga scolded, and Thor turned around.
"Sorry, Mother," Thor said, then went around Frigga and hurried from the room. Harry, Sirius, Loki, and Regulus laughed, and Frigga turned to Loki.
"What has gotten into your brother?" Frigga asked, which only sent Harry, Sirius, and Regulus into another round of laughter. Loki made his dagger disappear and tried to keep a straight face, but he lost the battle and started laughing again.
"They have gone mad," Kelda declared, concerned for their sanity. This only caused the four magic users to laugh harder.
AN: I'm not sure about the ending, I thought it needed to end with joking because of how serious some things in the chapter were, and that's all I could come up with, and no Loki would not have stabbed Thor this time, not with what Odin said would happen if he did, when Odin mentions Midgard or dungeons for hundreds he was given a choose, the entirety part was what the punishment would be if Loki broke the rules he gave him.
Regulus was grumpy because of his hangover, if it wasn't for that then yeah, he probably would have been in a good mood, and yes, Loki healed him when he touched his forehead.
I know Odin is a jerk in canon, and a lot of fics keep him close to canon or make him even worse, but I kind of like it when it's changed to him trying to be better, so, that's what I'm doing in my fic, I redeemed him a little in my fic with him punishing Loki by sending him to the place he wanted to be, but I ask took a little of that redemption away with his past secret, I'll try not have him too OOC on the rare occasion he's shown, but he's not going to be an asshole either.
When Sigird helped beat Malekith, it was before Odin met and married Frigga, but by the time she married Canis, and Odin went to Midgard to visit, he was married to Frigga, and Thor and Loki would have been very young, possibly still children.
I know Loki being banished to Midgard and forced to help keep it safe is used a lot, and I had originally had Loki locked up and Sirius winning a game of chess against Odin to get Loki sent free, but I just couldn't get that to fit right in the story, so I changed it.
I just want to think everyone still reading, and liking my story, and those giving me reviews I really appreciate it.