The Liesmith Twins

Wanda: I hate this goddamned computer.

Tyene: (exasperated) Then get a new one. I thought you were supposed to be smart!

Wanda: I don't have any freakin' time! There's too much homework!

Tyene: Well, at least Christmas is coming up.

Wanda: I do not own Harry Potter or the Avengers.

Chapter 1

In one time and place, Lily eventually gave in to her suitor James Potter's charms and married him. Midgard remained unaware of the other eight realms until they were invaded by an army of insect like alien monsters. In another time and place, Ragnarok went unchallenged and the Infinity Gauntlet remained as the core of war and struggle in the universe.

This is not that time or place.

"You know what, Potter? I wouldn't date you if you were the last man alive! You're just like the Lestranges, except I can't say for certain if they've sexually extorted Bellatrix Black!"

James Potter was, for once in his life, stunned speechless. Lily glared between him and his two stooges, Black and Pettigrew, before scornfully remarking, "Four against one? Hah. And you're supposed to be Gryffindors."

Lily then turned on her heels and stormed through the crowd, shooting looks over her shoulder that promised death upon anyone who dared follow her.

Upset with Severus's use of a slur against her and furious with the self proclaimed Mauraders, she left in a direction away from her school and out towards the Whomping Willow – the one place where she was guaranteed to be alone.

Lily collapsed against the bark, letting out a strangled sob of anger and sadness. For some reason, the tree never seemed to attack her like it did anyone else; if anything, it seemed almost receptive of her presence. Her mother had always said that her smile could make anyone a friend, but Lily was beginning to doubt that.

"What could a beautiful young girl be so distraught about on such a lovely day?"

Lily jerked her head up in the direction of the voice. At first, she thought it was Severus, trying to apologize. But after blinking, she realized that this person was too well dressed to be the scruffy Slytherin. It was a handsome young man who looked to be her age; with slightly messy black hair and pale skin and piercing emerald green eyes. He was dressed in a long, dark and elegant-looking cloak.

"Who are you?" Lily asked, her voice hoarse from all the shouting she had done that afternoon. "I... those aren't Hogwarts robes."

"Indeed not. I was just passing through." The stranger casually strolled towards the Whomping Willow, examining her curiously.

"Be careful," Lily said urgently when she noticed what he was doing. "This tree-"

The stranger smiled at her. Lily's heart skipped slightly. "Heh. That's sweet of you, but..." He waved a hand at the threateningly swaying tree branches. To Lily's amazement, the infamously temperamental tree shuddered and became still. "...I've been faced with far worse then this."

"How...how did you do that?" Lily asked, unable to help herself. Wandless magic was extremely rare – she had only ever seen McGonagall or Dumbledore use it.

The stranger, still smiling, sat down next to her and said, "How? It's easy. Always has been."

Lily's lip twitched. "How humble of you." She said mildly. The last thing I need right now is another James Bloody Potter.

The stranger seemed to notice this; he raised his hands defensively and said, "Forgive me; I didn't mean to come across as condescending. I have my mother to thank for my proficiency."

"You're homeschooled?"

The stranger chuckled. "So to speak, yes." He leaned back against the tree, still with that calm and easy smile. "I notice you didn't answer my question. Why do you weep, my lady?"

Lily flushed. No one had ever called her that. "Flatterer." She accused. The stranger laughed and made no attempt to deny it.

Feeling strangely at ease, the redhead burst out, "I'm so bloody sick of James Fucking Potter, his two lapdogs and how he won't leave me the hell alone, and my best friend just called me a mudblood when I was trying to help him! They're all so pigheaded and selfish and self interested and – and – ARRRGH!"

She couldn't help it – her magic exploded out of her above her head in a burst of red. Lily banged her nails against her forehead and groaned in frustration.

She half expected the stranger to make an annoying remark, but to her surprise he was silent for a moment. "He called you what?"

Lily looked strangely at him. "You've never heard that term?" When he shook his head, she found herself smiling for a moment before saying, "You should really show me this secret hideaway where you live sometime."

The stranger gave her a perfect flabbergasted look in response. Lily laughed, unaware of the reason for it.

The smile slipped away when she remembered why she was upset."Mudblood means 'dirty blood'. It's a really foul phrase to describe people who aren't born to 'proper wizarding families'. People with non magical parents. People like me." she clawed at her arm, determined to keep herself calm. "It's used by people who think we don't deserve magic at all."

The stranger snorted in contempt. "Then they're twice the fool. Thrice, for that former friend of yours. Magic isn't something that is given to the deserving. It is discovered by those who know how to look."

Lily glanced up at him. His words warmed her. "Thank you. If only more people felt like that."

"Perhaps they need to learn to listen." The stranger suggested. "Valhalla knows, I've had to learn to shout in order to be heard among my brother's friends."

"Brothers and sisters can cause the worst struggles, can't they?" Lily said wryly, thinking of her aggressive older sister. The stranger laughed, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "My older sister never manifested magic. I don't think she's ever forgiven me for that."

The stranger gave her an odd but sympathetic look. "My brother has no magic either. He doesn't think he needs it – says it's the work for crippled or cowardly."

"He sounds like an egotistical little shit." Lily said without thinking. She blushed and tried to apologize, but the stranger just grinned and waved it off.

"Never fear. He won't hear it from me."

The two smiled at each other for a moment. "What's your name?" Lily asked, offering him her hand. "I'm Lily. Lily Evans."

"Loki Odinson." The stranger replied, taking her hand. To Lily's surprise, instead of shaking he kissed her fingers, causing her face to turn almost as red as her hair. Her heart suddenly felt light and quick.

**~Time Skip~**

Lily rested her head against Loki's shoulder, watching the TV. The Terminator had just stepped out of the fire, having shrugged off the blast from plastic explosives, still stalking the horrified Sarah Conner. She felt her lover shiver slightly.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't care for fire." Loki murmured.

Lily glanced up at him; he had a look in his eyes that suggested he was lost in thought. Ever since she discovered he was actually the younger prince of Asgard, he had given these looks less since he could tell her what was on his mind without her thinking he was joking. "Surter?" She guessed.

"Mmm." Loki closed his eyes for a moment. "Every Aseir fears fire."

"I can freeze fire." Lily remarked, smiling mischievously at him. "So this time, I'll protect you."

Loki gave her an annoyed look with softened in to a smile he saved just for her. The two settled into silence again as Sarah and Kyle continued their struggle against the machine. After heading into the machinery plant, Kyle finally met his end trying to protect Sarah.

Loki shook his head. "He failed her."

"How? She survives."

"Aye, to face the future and the machines alone. With the loss of everyone except her unborn son. He should have forced himself to continue; for her."

Lily turned towards him and brushed her fingers through his hair. "That's sweet, but I don't think there was anything he could do."

"I would have survived. For your sake."

"Well, you do have the advantage." Lily noted, giggling. Loki smiled again as Lily slipped into his embrace and kissed him. "I'm not going anywhere." Lily whispered. "You couldn't get rid of me if you tried. I love you."

"And I you," Loki murmured, pulling her closer and kissing her. The credits rolled by unnoticed as the two lovers lost themselves in each other.

**~Later. Post Prophecy.~**

Lily broke into a smile when she heard the rush of bi frost teleportation. The skirmishes in Vanahime had kept her beloved away just long enough for her to have a surprise in store for him. Even in the shadow of the Blood War, she had never been so happy. She couldn't wait to tell him...

Loki stepped in, looking tired but hale. Lily embraced him and whispered, "Someone wants to meet you."

Pulling him into the next room, she opened the door and watched the silver prince's famous impassive facade shattering completely upon seeing the room's contents.

Lily had given birth to twins just a month ago; a boy and a girl. While James was her 'official' husband thanks to some marriage contract bull, she knew who the children's real father was. Thus, she named them herself and kept to her own house as much as she could.

It always amused her when she managed to catch her beloved off guard, especially with how incredible his emotional regulation was. Loki blinked twice, his breath trembling, before turning towards her.

"Are they-?"

"Yes, Loki. They're ours." Lily smiled. "Harry and Fray."

Her lover stared for another moment, honestly rendered speechless. Then he laughed, swept her up in his arms and kissed her, overjoyed. "My queen." He whispered. "Oh, Lily. I don't know what to say."

"Never thought I'd hear that," Lily teased softly.

Loki chuckled, kissed her again and then walked over to the cradles. Both children were sleeping, but Fray smiled and grasped his finger when he touched her. "They're beautiful. I..." He shook his head. "I can hardly believe they're mine."

Lily shook her head. "What have I told you about saying those things...?" She said. "You're going to be a wonderful father...they're going to be proud of you, when they get older."

**~Later~**

And so it was when Voldemort stalked the Evans family on the night proclaimed by the prophecy.

Alice Longbottom and a young muggle woman named Emily Granger were the only ones who knew who the twins real father was.

In the end, while Loki was away dealing with a dwarf rebellion alongside his father and brother, Lily was betrayed by someone she was told she could put her trust in.

Lily died, sacrificing herself for her children. Her magic bound to them, protecting them from death itself.

Dumbledore took the two children – one declared the 'boy who lived' for the scar upon his forehead – from the house, which burned down in the aftermath. He fostered them onto Lily's muggle sister Petunia and wrapped them in enchantments that hid the house from all prying eyes – even those of Asgard.

Loki mourned, unaware of the survival of his children. But in fifteen years, that would change dramatically.

**~Ten Years Later~**

Harry Lokison woke up next to a dumpster. The autumn wind gave him shivers as he straightened up and leaned back against the brick wall. His sister, curled up against his arm, groaned and blinked up at him. "Morning already?" She mumbled.

"Yeah." Harry said, gently shaking her shoulder. "C'mon. Let's go find some breakfast."

Fray muttered something under her breath before stranding up and brushing off her ratty second hand clothes. Her form was so slender you could almost see her ribs. Her dark red hair was messy, tangled and dirty from sleeping on the sidewalk.

Harry got up and gently grasped her bruised hand. His black hair looked little better then hers, but not by much. They had identical green eyes – something they shared in common with their unknown parents."I've got a good feeling about today." He said optimistically. Fray gave him a small smile in return, before turning her head away slightly.

Technically, the two weren't normal street kids – there was a house on Privet Drive where their aunt, uncle and cousin lived; they had their custody. But both siblings preferred the streets for more reason then one.

Fray would pick pocket the money or credit cards while Harry would mislead those who gave chase. After three years, they were getting very good at it. The police, aggravated by this, set up a stakeout approaching the twins birthday.

Harry and Fray were familiar with the police due to the Corner Store Holdup Incident. Five gang members held up the store.

Two were killed and the other three were severely injured. The police arrived, finding the gored bodies and the stage. Fray was collapsed against a shelf, staring blankly at the blood stained walls while Harry held her in his arms and tried to comfort her.

The bodies had been shredded into mulch. It looked like a bomb had gone off.

While neither sibling was charged with anything, suspicion about the 'freakish twins' had remained ever since.

Petunia and Vernon encouraged it, saying that they were delinquents and troublemakers despite their best efforts to 'steer them straight'. Petunia Dursley nee Evans had loathed her sister after she went to Hogwarts without her; even after Lily's death that transferred to her two children. Vernon never liked anything 'abnormal', and their spoiled son Dudley was growing up to be a bully.

Dudley and his gang liked to torment Harry and Fray, by ganging up on them and beating them up. Their cousin also intimidated anyone from befriending them, among other things.

Harry was a quiet, steel-spined boy who preferred to avoid confrontations and attention. Fray, meanwhile, was a girl who was extroverted and had a growing temper. Both children felt emotions quite keenly; though they didn't wear it openly.

At first, Harry and Fray attempted to minimize the abuse they suffered at the hands of their aunt and uncle, both by scraping by on the streets and keeping their head down whenever the were returned to the house by the police.

End Chapter

I have a sense this isn't a new concept, but it wouldn't stop bugging me until I wrote it. I'll be changing canon in some pretty crazy ways, right from Phase 1 and B5, so hold onto your seats.

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