Plot: Harry Potter is reborn in the Marvel world, but he is not an ordinary boy. No, he was born as the son of Thor.

Scene 1:

Harry let out a deep sigh as he crouched low, making his way to the strange source of power that was calling out to him. He wasn't sure what it was, but it had been a massive headache, disturbing his nearly eleven years of peace. He swore to Merlin that if he ended up joining another magical world then someone was going to get decked in the face, hard!

Going as his luck usually does, he ended up stumbling upon some military camp where hundreds of people were walking around in various types of clothing. Generally, there were those with suits and those that looked like security. It was tough, sneaking past them, but he managed it, especially when a lot of them were called away by some disturbance. He slowly and carefully made his way to the source and discovered exactly what it was, doing his best to ignore the crap-ton of rain that was coming down on him.

A hammer.

A large hammer was what had been calling to him. It looked like the ground itself had made it as it was standing on a small hill that came out of the ground, it took him a moment to realise that he was actually inside a crater that was around the hammer. It looked like more than just a large silver block with a handle, it looked far too grand to be simply used to hang a painting or to fight in a war. And it was powerful, he could feel it calling to him. He walked over, keeping an eye out in case any guards popped out. Gingerly, he reached out, grabbed the handle and picked up the hammer.

Power! Power anything he had ever experienced shot into him, into his very blood, riding up and down his veins. He could feel it in his head, his body, his skin, even his very soul!

"Who are you?!" A voice demanded angrily. He turned and saw a large blonde man with shoulder-length hair. The man was not only handsome but he was built with an impressive physique that seemed to barely fit into his plain-looking clothes.

"I am who I am, I am who I was and I am who I will always be," Harry stated matter-of-factly.

"That's not an answer!" The man said furiously.

"What other answer is there?" Harry asked innocently. The man looked stunned for a moment before he blinked hard and raised a muscled arm, holding out his hand as if he wanted to wandlessly summon the hammer to him. The stunned look came back with full force.

"What did you do?"

"I just got here!"

Scene 2:

"So, you're supposed to be a mini-Thor?" Tony asked, staring at Harry with interest.

"Tony, you know that we're supposed to be working, right?" A tired Bruce Banner asked.

"I'm multi-tasking," Tony said dismissively. "Besides, the programs are doing all the work for me, leaving me free enough to question this teenage son of a thunder god."

"I'd rather not be questioned and examined like a flying chimp," Harry said, glaring at the billionaire.

"Would you say yes if I offered a chocolate?" Tony asked hopefully..

"I'm a bit past the chocolate phase and that's kind of creepy, to be honest," Harry told him, slowly backing away.

Scene 3:

"Well, this is interesting," Harry said, sitting between Thor and his mother, Freya, while Odin himself sat on a chair after his wife. Asgard itself appeared to be some magical world that looked remarkably similar to a rich man's version of paradise, nearly everything was gold if you looked at it from the Bifrost. Thankfully, soon after he realised that the closer you got, the more subdued it was. Right now, Harry was currently sitting in his second feast since coming to Asgard, the first had been to welcome him, but recently he had just gotten his own dwarven-made weapon.

"So dear," Freya said with a motherly smile as she reached over and patted down a few stray hairs on the back of Harry's head. "How are you enjoying Asgard?"

"It's...well...big," Harry said awkwardly. "But nice," He quickly added.

"I suppose it would be considered such for someone who had only recently come here," Freya said on an understanding tone.

"Tell me, young Harold," Odin spoke up. "Did you have any trouble with the dwarves?"

"Not at all," Harry shook his head. The dwarves were quite nice to him, probably in part due to the fact that he hadn't questioned why a group called dwarves were big enough to stomp on him.

"You've yet to show me this new weapon of yours," Thor said, placing his hammer on top of the table. "I've heard it's a weapon that will rival my own," He added with a curious look directed towards Harry.

"I don't know about that," Harry frowned before raising his hand and revealing what seemed to be a small toothpick.

"That's it?" Thor frowned.

"Not quite," Harry said, shifting the toothpick slightly. A small mental command later and the small stick turned into a large staff. The middle was a rather plain black with a small white rune in the shape of an owl in the middle. Each end had a different design, one end had a spiralling gold dragon while the other had a gold phoenix. "It changes it's size to whatever I like," Harry revealed before tossing the staff up in the air. It flew around in a figure eight before retreating back to Harry's hand. "Pretty cool, huh?"

A.N: Yes, I based the staff off of Sun Wukong's staff. I haven't completed the game yet as I don't get much time to play these days. I have heard that the game is really hard and it's a 'soul's' like game, whatever that means (I think it just means that you die a lot) and can confirm that I have died far more times than I'd like to admit.

This isn't a story I suspect I'll ever do, it'd be fun to write Thor and Harry, the Avengers and Harry and so on, but I'm not the most knowledgeable when it comes to norse mythology or even marvel thor as most of what I know comes from god of war, marvel tv shows, films and a couple of comics over the years.

Besides, I have no idea who I'd pair him with. Perhaps Sif? I don't know.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.