1,508Disclaimer: Sadly I do not the Avengers or Harry Potter.
Also the events of Harry Potter have been moved up several years to fit in with the timeline of the Avengers.
Chapter 1: Revelations
Loki watched the boy from the cover of the bushes. His newly acquired, not entirely willing servant, Agent Barton formerly of SHIELD, stood guard. He had brought Barton along because Loki couldn't help but lose himself in watching, and he didn't want any enemies sneaking up on him whilst vulnerable. Loki wanted to know everything about the boy because the boy was his son. The child from his forgotten time as Lily Evans Potter.
And oh what a shock getting those memories back had been. Loki didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand he had discovered that he had a wonderful little boy, and he had truly enjoyed his life as Lily so retrieving those memories had been wonderful. His parents had been good, caring people who had raised him with love. More than Odin had ever shown him. He'd had friends, and at school he had been someone others had looked up to. He'd been admired for his magical gifts. On the other hand he now remembered that his beautiful child was also Thor's child. It seemed the universe was conspiring against him. Could he have nothing of his own? Was he forever doomed to lose everything to that blonde buffoon?
Of course Thor just had to find him whilst he had been Lily Evans, and the two of them just had to get along. Even without his memories how could he have allowed such a thing to happen? The situation was utterly humiliating to think that he could have fallen for Thor. He didn't have his memories at the time but how could he have found the idiot charming? It left Loki feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
It was a double-edged sword for he loved his little boy but hated Thor with a passion. The thought of sharing his son with him left him seething. For this reason he was going to make sure that no one ever found out about it. He could only imagine Thor and Odin's horrified reactions were they ever to discover the truth. Odin would no doubt seek to take control of the boy while Thor… Loki wasn't quite sure what Thor would do. Loki had to admit that Thor's time on Midgard had changed the great oaf for the better. He was no longer quite so arrogant or brash. He was, however, still very much an idiot, and Loki didn't want that idiocy affecting his son.
Loki had located Harry as soon as he was able to, and had been checking in on him as often as possible. He was well aware of Harry's fame in the wizarding world, and what had caused it. Harry had of course survived the Killing Curse because he was an immortal. Loki as Lily had died from the curse because at the time his powers had been taken from him. Once his powers had been restored to him he had come back to life. Just as Thor had done after his run in with the Destroyer. If Harry hadn't been Thor and Loki's son his chance of survival would have vastly diminished for the children of mortals and immortals were mortals themselves. For that reason alone Loki was grateful that Harry was Thor's son.
For the past two weeks he had simply watched over his son. As much as Loki wanted to, he didn't dare approach him. Not now, not while there were so many out there who were after him or wanted things from him. Once his position was secure he would came back for his son. He would take him far away from those insipid mortals, and ensure that the Dursleys were appropriately punished. But for now it would have to wait. The Other, and the Chitauri wanted him to move quickly in using the Tesseract to open a portal to allow their armies passage. Loki had managed to put them off for now, and buy himself some more time watching over his son and getting to know him.
Harry had just returned from Hogwarts for the summer. He had already gone through two years at Hogwarts, and Loki was saddened to realize that he had already missed so much of his son's life. His Harek would be thirteen in just a month. The boy was already starting to have a more adult look to his features. When he was born he looked a great deal like Loki's male form with his black messy hair, and finer more aristocratic features. At the time Loki as Lily, and James weren't certain where he had gotten the black hair from considering Thor was blonde and as Lily he had been red haired. Loki knew now of course. But at the time they were simply pleased because his dark hair served the purpose of making it more plausible that he was James's son.
The only things that they had needed to hide were his eyes, which were a bright blue just like Thor's. This was easily hidden with a simple glamour charm something Lily had excelled at. Now he knew why, Loki had always excelled in crafting his illusions. It was what he had been best at. Now that Harry was getting older it was easier to see more of Thor in him in the shape of his jaw and brow. If you were looking for it. He was tall for his age but still slender with youth. Loki wondered absently if he would grow to have Thor's more muscular build or Loki's own leaner one.
Loki wanted nothing more than to approach his son, and everyday he tried coming up with a reasonable excuse to approach him. Loki felt more grounded when he was around his son. The fogginess that lurked in the corners of his mind lessened when he was around his son. It made him feel more like himself. Day after day he watched as his son came to the park in the evening to simply sit alone on the swings. He knew during the day the Dursleys had him doing a ridiculous amount of chores. They treated his son worse than a slave, and it made Loki seethe with rage. He knew that Petunia had been jealous of him but he had never expected her to treat his son in such a vile manner. They would be appropriately rewarded once Loki had control of Midgard.
Loki was preparing to leave for the day when Petunia's morbidly obese offspring, and his gang of loyal followers walked into the park. This was Loki's first up close look at the massive boy. Loki had always thought of Volstagg as the largest person he knew but Dudley Dursley far surpassed him. He was nearly as wide as he was tall, and resembled a pig so strongly that Loki nearly believed he had some latent shape shifting abilities. Loki really didn't like the look in the rotund boy's beady eyes as he caught sight of his son alone on the swings. It was the look of a perpetual tormentor, and Loki loathed the look of panic on his son's face as his eyes darted about for an escape route. It all spoke of years of bullying.
"Hey, Potty," Dudley greeted.
"Go away, Dudley," Harry sighed in defeat.
"I don't think so think, Potter. This is our playground, you need to scram before I rearrange your face," Dudley said.
"Why? So you can smoke?" Harry taunted. Loki felt pride that his son's will wasn't entirely broken by these idiots.
"It's none of your business, Freak, now get lost before I make you. I'm on the boxing team now so I can beat your skinny arse even worse now," Dudley boasted.
"You tell 'em Big D," a thin rat faced boy encouraged.
Loki wanted to wipe them all from existence. It would hardly take any effort on his part. He barely managed to restrain himself.
"I'm shaking in my boots, Dudley. But I think I can take you," Harry muttered.
"You couldn't lay a hand on me, Potty, not without you-know-what, and dad would kill you if you did and then you'd get expelled from your freak school," Dudley taunted.
"I think you've forgotten, Dudley. I grew while I was at school. I could take you in a fight now," Harry finally stood up from his swing. He was indeed taller than the pig masquerading as a boy. From the look on the pig's face it was a fairly recent development, and he wasn't used to Harry being the taller of the two of them.
Dudley's pause was only momentary. Soon the rotund boy was taking a swing at Harry's face. Harry was prepared and easily caught Dudley's meaty fist. Dudley's face turned red as he exerted as much pressure as he could to try and break free of Harry's hold. But no matter how hard he tried Harry was able to hold him as if it were nothing.
Loki frowned. Harry shouldn't have been exhibiting signs of his physical strength just yet. Along with the glamour on his eyes James and he had discovered a way to suppress his Asgardian abilities to better hide him from those that would seek to abuse his powers. The spell should have lasted at least until he came of age, and was capable of hiding his abilities from others. But it seemed that it was beginning to weaken now. This could be because of the fact that Harry wasn't really half Asgardian, half human as they had believed when casting the suppressing glamour. He was half Asgardian, half Jotun making him fully immortal. The spell must not have been strong enough to subdue all of his abilities especially with him beginning to mature. Loki panicked. Harry believed himself to be the son of Lily and James Potter, two mortal magic users. The sudden increase in strength and power would no doubt terrify and confuse his son. Harry would need some sort of guidance before he inadvertently drew attention to himself with his abilities.
Harry had dropped his cousin's hand. The larger boy glared at Harry before motioning to his cronies. They surged up to shove Harry to the ground where Dudley landed a few harsh kicks to Harry's side. His son could have fought them off. But Harry was intelligent enough to realize that one little display of strength was more than enough for one day. Anymore and it would become suspicious. It would draw far too much attention to himself if he was capable of fighting off an entire group of boys. Loki couldn't stand by and watch his child being harmed. He was going to break his cover. Loki may regret it later but at this moment he did not care. He wanted to smite the little fools who dared lay their hands on his little boy but he would settle for scaring them away.
"Boys, is there a problem here?" he called in a smooth dark voice that promised pain as he stepped out into the park.
The bullies all shot panicked looks at Loki, terrified at being caught in the act, before running away like the cowards they were. The fat oaf made a valiant effort to keep up with the rest. It was only Loki's centuries worth of control that kept him from giving chase so that he could strike down the great ball of lard. Loki turned his attention back to his son. Loki had faced countless terrors yet coming face to face with his son for the first time was somehow even more terrifying.
His son was dabbing at a small cut on his wrist. Taking a chance Loki leaned down.
"Here, allow me," with a wave of Loki's hand the cut was gone.
Harry gaped, his fingers running over his healed skin in shock. "How did you do that?"
"Let me help you up and then I can explain," Loki said, offering his son a hand.
Harry ignored it and pulled himself to his feet. It was a sure sign that his son was used to relying on himself. Loki could certainly relate.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked again staring at him suspiciously.
Harry took a few steps back and watched Loki warily. Feeling irrationally hurt, Loki drew back his hand. A part of him knew he shouldn't feel hurt. He was a virtual stranger to Harry. Of course he would pull away from a strange man who had just performed unfamiliar magic on him without his consent. No matter how much he rationalized it, it still hurt. He hated being a stranger to his son. Harry was truly the only thing he had in his life. The only thing that truly mattered. He certainly wanted his revenge against Odin for manipulating his life, and ruling Midgard would be a great start. But what good was revenge if he didn't have his son?
"Magic," Loki finally replied.
A small amount of tension left Harry. "You're a wizard?"
"Not quite, but I am practitioner of magic," Loki explained.
"I don't understand. You can do magic but you're not a wizard? And you didn't use a wand or say a spell to heal me. What are you?" Harry frowned.
"I think you'll find that the world is a much larger and diverse place than even the wizarding world is aware of. There are whole other worlds out there beyond the stars, entire other races capable of performing what you know as magic in ways you never thought possible, Harry," Loki said purposely using his son's name to force a reaction from him.
"Worlds? Wait, how do you know my name?" Harry demanded, once more on guard. Loki was proud that he had caught the slip.
"I mean you no harm. I simply would like to tell you a story, Harry. The story of Loki, God of Mischief and Magic and how he became Lily Potter," Loki replied, steadily holding his son's gaze.
"Is this some sort of joke? Who are you!?" Harry cried.
"I am Loki, formerly of Asgard, and once I was Lily Potter," Loki stated calmly.
"You're mad, is what you are," Harry declared backing away slowly.
"Harry wait, let me explain. Your strength and speed has increased, even your senses, and durability. I can tell you why," Loki persuaded.
Harry paused, and looked on with cautious interest. His need for answers was warring with his natural wariness of strangers.
"It is because you are my son, and I am a god. Please, just allow me to explain. Afterwards if you wish, you may leave. But simply give me the chance to tell you the truth," Loki requested knowing that he had caught Harry's attention.
"Talk," Harry demanded.
Loki did, and for once in his life he was completely honest. The conversation lasted far longer than either of them expected, and the two of them migrated to sit on the benches. Harry had become less wary in his presence. He was still slightly on guard but he had unwillingly become engaged by Loki's tale.
"Wow," Harry murmured once Loki finally finished explaining everything. Harry had of course wanted to know all about the nine realms and Loki had created a magical diorama of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life to show him. He had told him all about the various races, and about Loki's own place in it all.
"Yes, it is quite a lot to take in," Loki agreed.
"I'm not saying I believe you about the being my mum thing. But all of the other stuff is amazing. I mean there are whole other worlds out there with all sorts of magical creatures and people. Although it really shouldn't be all that surprising considering all of the things I've seen in the magical world," Harry's eyes were wide with delight.
"I can prove to you that I am… for lack of better word, your mother," Loki said.
"How can you do that?" Harry questioned.
"There are several methods. The easiest, however, is to go straight to Gringotts to have a lineage test completed as I'm sure you would trust the results that they would give us. We can go now if you wish. I will have you back before Petunia ever notices you are gone," Loki signaled to Barton that he could take off. He was confident that SHIELD wouldn't sneak up on him while he was in the wizarding world.
"I'm not going anywhere with you," Harry said.
"How about a more public mode of transportation?" Loki changed his clothing and Harry's to wizarding robes, and let out a shot of his magic to call their ride.
"What did you just—" Harry was cut off by the arrival of the Knight Bus.
The door to bright purple triple-decker bus swung open for Loki and Harry to board. Loki loathed the thought of taking the Knight Bus but if it would get Harry to trust him than he was all for it.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus the only mode of emergency public transportation for the stranded or displaced wizards and witches. Just stick your wand hand out, step on broad, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. I'm Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor this fine Sunday afternoon. Where to gentlemen?" asked the young wizard who greeted them jovially at the door. He wore a purple uniform, and had large ears with a face full of pimples. It was a different person from when Loki had taken the bus as Lily. The little old man who sat behind the wheel with the thick glasses, however, was still the same. Well, his glasses looked even thicker now.
"Diagon Alley," Loki replied with forced cheerfulness.
"That'll be eleven Sickles apiece. Unless you'd like yourself an 'ot chocolate then it'd be firteen?" Stan offered with a grin.
Loki summoned the appropriate amount of coins and handed them to the conductor.
"'Ot chocolate it is then, find yourselves a seat and 'old on tight. We'll 'ave ya to your destination in no time," Stan waved them in.
Loki led Harry to one of the sofa chairs, and made sure he was appropriately settled in. The chairs were sturdier than the beds they put out during the night run. Loki placed a holding spell on Harry just to be safe. He remembered just how wild a ride the Knight Bus could be. Harry was too busy looking around the interior of the bus with wide eyes so Loki accepted the cups of hot chocolates Stan offered them. Once Harry had pulled his eyes off the décor Loki handed him his cup. Harry gratefully took a gulp.
"All right, take 'er away, Ern," Stan called.
The older man mumbled something incomprehensible before the bus shot off with a loud bang. Harry gave a quiet exclamation of surprise as they were slammed back into their seats. His eyes darted out the window to see that they were already passing through busy intersections, slipping between cars, and flying along sidewalks.
"How aren't the muggles noticing?" Harry gasped.
"I think you'll find that mortals don't often notice things outside their own little lives," Loki replied trying to keep himself looking as dignified as possible while being whipped around on the Knight Bus.
"What are your names?" Stan asked conversationally.
"I'm Lucas and this is my son Evan. We're on our way to do some shopping. But I'm afraid Evan isn't particularly fond of apparating thus the need for the Knight Bus," Loki smiled.
"Can't say I blame 'im. Never passed my own test. It's a pretty awful way to get about," Stan said just as they took a jolting turn that caused some of Harry's hot chocolate to spill.
"Are you all right?" Loki asked in concern.
"'M fine," Harry assured him.
"I think it'd be safer to finish that after we arrive safely at our destination," Loki took the hot chocolate from him to prevent further chances of being burned.
Harry shot him an odd look. Belatedly Loki realized he sounded like an overprotective mother hen especially considering his son was an immortal. A bit of hot chocolate wasn't going to kill him. Nevertheless Loki found himself holding the cups faraway from his son. Thankfully no one was there to witness his worrisome behavior.
Loki was grateful when they finally arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. He'd had enough of the Knight Bus and hoped that he never had to use that particular mode of transportation ever again. Loki led the way into the Leaky Cauldron. He cut through the crowd quickly. Loki didn't want to take the chance of anyone recognizing Harry. For this reason he also employed a repelling charm as well as quick movements. The two of them arrived at Gringotts completely unimpeded.
Upon entering Gringotts Loki went straight to the teller and asked to see Ragnok. The goblin frowned at the demanding request until he sensed Loki's power. Goblins were intelligent creatures, and knew of the other realms. They also had a sixth sense for recognizing the powerful and wealthy so of course the creature recognized that there was something more to Loki.
The goblin teller brought them to a private office to meet with the head goblin of the bank, Ragnok.
"Prince Loki or shall I call you Mrs. Potter?" Ragnok questioned his shrewd beady eyes fixed on Loki.
"Loki will be fine," he said giving the goblin a tight smile. Loki wondered just how the little beast had figured it out. He had given a sample of his blood when he had married James so that he would have complete access to the Potter vaults. Although, he had been stripped of his powers at the time it did not change his blood. He was still a Jotun at his core, and the goblins must have known the truth all along.
"What brings you to Gringotts, Loki, and… guest?" the goblin looked between the two of them, amusement in its dark eyes.
"A genealogy test," Loki replied.
"A genealogy test for you and Mr…."
"Potter," Harry answered.
"Harek Potter, so nice to finally meet you," Ragnok's gaze swept over Harry in an assessing manner. Harry squirmed uncomfortably. Loki fought the urge to shield him from the goblin's gaze.
"Yes, well, we would like this to be cleared up as soon as possible. So if you would be so kind," Loki requested returning the goblin's attention to himself.
"Would you like a complete genealogy test for Mr. Potter or are you looking for just a paternity—I apologize— maternity test?" questioned Ragnok.
"Careful, goblin, you are testing my patience," Loki warned in a low dangerous voice.
The goblin looked slightly contrite. The creature recognized the power Loki wielded and that Loki could destroy him if he so chose, "My apologies Prince Loki."
Loki nodded his acceptance of the apology, and glanced at Harry to see if he had an opinion on the type of test he wanted to take. Loki wasn't too keen on the idea of the complete test. He didn't want Harry to find out about Thor. The look on Harry's face was one of confusion, and uncertainty. This was a lot for Harry to take in all at once. Loki's presence was very sudden, and he was bringing up information that was quite unbelievable and unreal. Ragnok had also addressed him as Mrs. Potter that had to throw some doubt into his beliefs.
"What's the difference between the two?" Harry asked.
"A complete genealogy test would provide you with a list of your genetic ancestors for the past ten generations. While the paternity test would be to determine a familial connection between two people," Ragnok informed him promptly.
"Can you do both of them?" Ragnok nodded. "What do I have to do?"
Loki was feeling a little panicked. He didn't want Harry to know the truth about his father. But if he stopped him from taking the test he wanted to take then he would undoubtedly think he was hiding something, which he was. However, knowing the truth about his origins would just complicate matters. Then again, Harry would need to know eventually. Perhaps just getting everything all out in the open at once would be preferable. He didn't want to lie about Harry's origins as Odin had lied to him. It would only cause mistrust and hatred to build between the two of them.
"A drop of your blood, Mr. Potter, on the parchment is all that is required to complete the genealogy test. It can take a couple of minutes to complete so it is best if you do that first. And a drop of blood from both of you in this bowl will sufficiently complete the paternity test. If the blood in the bowl turns black there is no connection. If it turns white there is a close familial connection specifically that of a parent and child," Ragnok handed both Harry and Loki thin golden knives with ornate symbols. He placed a piece of the specially crafted, goblin made parchment, and a glass bowl in front of both of them.
Harry gently pricked his finger, and allowed a drop of blood to fall on the parchment and then a drop into the bowl. Loki placed a drop of his own blood into the bowl. They all watched with baited breath as the blood in the bowl swirled together to become a pure snow white.
"It's all true. You really are one of my parents," Harry breathed in shocked awe.
"Yes, I was once Lily Potter. I'm your mother," Loki smiled encouragingly, enjoying the cautious look of happiness on Harry's face.
"I don't know what to think about this. My mum is alive and she's…I mean you are a god. That means I'm half god. I guess it explains a lot of what's been happening to me," Harry muttered.
"Well, you're not—"
"The second test has just completed itself," Ragnok inserted motioning to the parchment.
Both of their gazes instantly locked on to the parchment. Loki easily located Harry's name down on the bottom of the parchment. From there it was simple to follow the lines that branched off from it to the two names that sat directly above it. He knew when Harry had done the same for the boy gave a slight gasp of denial, and abruptly sat back in his chair. All of the blood drained from his face and his gaze darted to Loki's.
"Is this true?" Harry questioned desperately.
"Yes," Loki replied simply.
"Payment?" Ragnok reminded.
Loki flashed a dark glare at the goblin and dropped the appropriate amount of coins onto the desk.
The clever little creature grinned as he snatched them up. "It was a pleasure doing business with a Prince of Asgard."
"I'm sure. Good day," Loki nodded curtly and climbed to his feet.
Loki guided the stunned Harry from the bank. The dazed boy still clutched the parchment in his hand, and Loki carefully removed it from his grip lest anyone else catch sight of what was written on it. Loki moved them quickly down Diagon Alley. He wanted to get Harry to a place where the two of them could speak in private. The revelation had caused Harry to slip into a state of shock, and Loki wanted a quiet place to calm him down and explain everything. Knowing he would find no such place in the alley Loki decided to bring them both back to the empty park. Harry was in no position to argue making it easier to teleport them both.
"Harry," Loki gently touched his shoulder. The boy didn't respond. Loki placed both hands on his shoulders and turned Harry to face him.
"Neither of my parents are who I thought they were," Harry still refused to look directly at him but at least he had finally spoken.
"No, they're not but this doesn't change who you are. You're still the same Harry you were when you woke up this morning. I know how challenging this can be. You are not who believed yourself to be. Your heritage is not what you thought. I myself went through such a revelation when I discovered Odin and Frigga were not my parents. I have come to realize since then that my blood does not change who I am. However, I care for you a great deal and wish to be a part of your life. I never would have kept my true identity from you if the choice had been mine. But unfortunately it wasn't. For twenty years I was unaware of who I truly was, and as I explained it has only been recently that I regained my memories of my time as Lily. I came for you as soon as I remembered. I wish I had been given the chance to raise you," Loki pleaded.
"I understand that you're my mother, well as much as anyone can understand that their mum is really a Norse God who got turned into a woman by their adopted father as a very strange and severe punishment. What I don't understand is that my father isn't James. It says on my family tree that my parents are Loki Laufeyson and Thor Odinson. You are Loki, you were Lily but now you're back to being your true self. You are my mum and no one knew that you were a Norse God in disguise, not even you, so that makes sense. But why is my father listed as Thor Odinson when everyone believes that James Potter is my father?" Harry stared at Loki accusingly.
"It's not what you think. Yes, Thor is your father but James was well aware of that fact. James and I were not in a relationship at the time I met Thor. However, after Thor returned to Asgard, and I realized I was pregnant James come to me offering me a place to stay. I never intended to rekindle our relationship that wouldn't have been fair to him when I was carrying another man's child. But James didn't care; he was kind, and understanding. He wanted to be your father, and I cared for him. We decided to get married, and raise you together. James and I knew Thor was an Asgardian. We thought you would be a demi-god because at the time I believed myself to be a mortal witch. If the Death Eaters discovered you they would have certainly come after you. Wizards revere Asgardians even though only the older families still hold to the belief that we exist. They would have wanted to take and raise you to accept their own ideals. We wanted to protect you from that in any way that we could, and so James proclaimed that you were his biological son. No one knew any differently, only his best friend and your godfather knew the truth," Loki explained softly. He regretted Sirius's fate. Once he had completed his mission he would get Sirius out of Azkaban.
"So Thor is from Asgard, too?"
Loki nodded. Harry's brow was creased with a slight frown.
"He's the God of Thunder, right? He's a prince, and the goblin called you a prince. Wait… aren't you brothers?" the blood had once more drained from Harry's face and he looked truly distressed.
"No, we're not," Loki insisted pulling out the parchment with Harry's genealogy on it. "Remember what I told you? Odin and his wife Frigga adopted me. Thor is their biological child as you can see on your family tree. My biological parents are Jotuns. My father Laufey was their king and my mother was one of his concubines. Thor and I share no blood so you need not worry."
"But you were raised together," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, we were. But at the time of your conception we were unaware of one another's identities. I did not have my memories of my past, and Thor was unaware that I had been turned into a woman. If we had been aware then I assure you, you would have never been born. It was truly happenstance that Thor and I would end up finding one another. Perhaps it was the norns that arranged our meeting, ensuring that you were born. Mayhaps you have a great destiny ahead of you," Loki cajoled.
"Just what I need." Harry shrugged, and looked away.
"I know this is a lot for you to take in. It is a very strange situation. I admit even I have trouble wrapping my mind around it. It is almost too fantastical to contemplate."
"I'm not human," Harry said with sudden realization. "I'm not even half human."
"And that is the reason you are growing stronger and faster. James and I placed a glamour on you that changed the color of your eyes and suppressed your Asgardian abilities to better hide you from Voldemort's followers. But of course we did realize that you were not just half Asgardian. You are half Asgardian, half Jotun. It is for this reason that I believe the glamour is breaking down quicker than it should have, and you are gaining the strength and power of an immortal. Your immortality is the reason you survived the Killing Curse. The children of mortals and the Aesir are mortal as well, and therefore you should have never survived it."
"What color are my eyes?" Harry wanted to know. Loki knew how distressing it could be to wake up and discover that the image you looked at in the mirror everyday was not your true appearance.
"Your eyes are the same as Thor's own stormy bright blue," Loki replied.
"What's he like? Thor?" Harry asked tentatively.
Loki couldn't blame Harry for being curious about his father. It didn't mean that Loki wanted to talk about him. However, Loki wouldn't speak ill of Thor in front of Harry. No matter how much he hated Thor at the moment he wouldn't color Harry's opinion of him. It wouldn't be fair to his son. At the moment Harry was timidly pleased to discover that both his parents were really alive. Loki didn't want to crush him by revealing just how poor his and Thor's relationship was. He didn't want Harry thinking poorly of himself.
"He is very brave, and at times brash. Thor has a good heart. He cares for others, and is very determined to protect the ones he cares for," Loki made sure to hide away any trace of his discomfort at saying such kind things about Thor.
Harry was silent as he mulled over Loki's words.
"So you're both princes?" Harry asked looking a little unnerved.
"Yes, Odin is the King of Asgard. Thor as his only biological child is his heir. Laufey was King of Jotunheim but he is dead. His oldest son Helblindi is his rightful heir so I hold no claim to either throne," Loki said disparagingly.
"I don't have any claim to the throne of Asgard, do I?" Harry asked nervously.
Loki couldn't help but note the differences between them. Harry looked utterly terrified about the prospect of being in line for the throne while Loki wanted nothing more than his chance to rule, to prove himself to Odin that he was capable of ruling. But Loki had been raised expecting that one day he might rule. Harry had never even entertained the possibility that he might have a claim to the throne.
"You were born out of wedlock. The only way you would come into the direct line of succession is if Thor were to acknowledge you and proclaim you his heir," Loki explained. There was a very large possibility of this happening considering Thor's infatuation with the mortal woman Jane. The two of them would only ever have mortal children, and a mortal could never take the throne of Asgard. Loki's son would be the only one left to inherit. The thought brought a smile to his face.
"Do you think he would? Claim me, if he knew about me?" Harry questioned. Loki understood what he was really asking.
"Thor would be pleased to have a son. Once he got over the shock of it all. He would be proud to claim you as his child and heir," Loki assured Harry and it was the truth. Thor would love Harry even if Loki was his mother.
"So he wouldn't mind?" Harry persisted. His eyes were carefully averted, attempting to appear as if he didn't care what the answer would be. Loki knew differently. He knew how important it was to boys to make their fathers' proud.
"No, he would delight in having a son to teach and share things with. He is very much still a child himself so I'm sure you would enjoy your time spent together," Loki said already envious of imagined bonding moments between Thor and Harry. He could see Thor dragging Harry off on quests and endangering his life without realizing that he was in fact endangering his life. The man had never been around children, and wouldn't understand that he couldn't haul his young son off to fight dragons in Vanaheim.
"Right, so what happens now?" Harry was looking around the park, taking note of his surroundings for the first time.
"I have some things that I need to take care of. It shouldn't take long and I will try my best to visit often in between. But afterwards I would like you to come live with me. We can be a family," Loki hoped he was hiding just how much he truly wanted that.
A cautious look of hope entered Harry's eyes. His son was as desperate as he was to have a real family.
"I don't want to leave you with Petunia and her husband but unfortunately I have no other choice at the moment. You are treated well besides the obvious fact that they are horrible, loathsome people to live with?" Loki questioned.
"It's nothing I'm not used to," Harry shrugged.
"That does not give me confidence in your treatment," Loki frowned.
He'd already risked a great deal revealing himself to Harry, and he couldn't imagine taking him with him at this time. The Other and SHIELD would discover him, and seek to use him against Loki. But if Harry wasn't safe with the Dursleys then he would try and make other arrangements for him. If worse came to worse he would reveal himself to them and threaten them with his wrath.
"They're fine. They leave me alone as long as I leave them alone," Harry replied. "Well, Dudley's annoying."
"I myself was teased as a child. There's nothing better than putting a bully in their place," Loki commented.
"Yeah, true. But Dudley isn't worth it."
"You must never let them see how much you hurt," Loki said firmly.
"I know and it doesn't bother me anymore," Harry told him and Loki believed him. His son was strong, and forgiving in a way that Loki never would be. "I really have to head back. It's gotten late and even the Dursleys will be wondering where I am by now. But will I see you again?"
"Of course, I will be back, Harry. I am so glad to have gotten the chance to speak with you, and to reveal the truth to you. I want nothing more than to spend more time with you," Loki assured.
"Right, well, bye for now then," Harry smiled
"Till next me meet," Loki smiled back.
Harry turned to leave. Loki's eyes followed him until he made it safely home. Loki wished for nothing more than to take his child with him. After being separated for so long it was painful to just let him walk out of his life again. He would be having words with Dumbledore about his son's placement as soon as he'd finished taking over the world.