When Harry woke up the first thing he noticed was the pain. Harry sucked in a breath in pain as he moved a fraction of an inch and had to force himself not to cry out.

Harry had to take a moment to make sure through the blazing inferno of pain he was in was only centered around midsection where the spear ran him through. Sensing that was the only injury he had, he tried to channel his magic there to start the healing the wound.

Harry panicked when he couldn't get his magic to work. He could feel it flowing through his veins, but it wasn't responding to his commands.

"My son's monster of a child is good for something." The deep voice that impaled him said from behind Harry.

Harry focused and pushed the pain to the back of his mind and he forced his eyes to open and turned his body to face his attacker.

"Careful boy, those few who survive the venom of Jṏrmungandr have had severe side effects." The voice chuckled.

Harry got the first look at his attacker, and any color he might have had in his face drained away. Mother fucking Odin rammed his fucking spear in his back.

"It's nice to know I can get a reaction like that from a god killer. I take it you know I am in a different league than that sweaty lizard?" Odin chuckled from his golden throne on a raised stone dais. His simple green tunic and pants showing how much of a threat he though Harry was. His golden spear in his left hand, still covered in Harry's blood.

Harry forced himself to stand with a pained grunt, his wound burning in agony as he forced his hands to push him up against the rough stone floor.

"No words for me? I've heard through the grapevine you have a smart mouth. Have I scared it out of you boy?" Odin said darkly as he leaned forward on his throne, staring intently at Harry, waiting for his reaction.

"Your spear is so long to compensate for how small your dick is." Harry forced out before he was blasted with a beam of energy knocking Harry into what he discovered, was one of the many pillars in the room.

Harry fought to keep from screaming as his trip into the pillar opened his wound even further, and now he had some broken ribs to go with the stab wound in his abdomen.

Harry was roughly grabbed by two guards and hauled to his feet and dragged before Odin, Harry barely comprehending what was happening, the pain was so great.

Odin stood and forcefully grabbing Harry's hair and making him look him in the face. "You say something like that again I'll feed you to Fenrir myself." he said furiously, a look of terrible anger crossed the ancient beings white bearded features, the pale blue eyes promising pain.

"You first." Harry whispered. He promptly received a backhand from the king of the Norse Pantheon for his troubles. Only the two guards grip on him preventing from being knocked down.

"You still defy me?!" Odin thundered in absolute fury at the mention of his fate by this whelp of an immortal.

Harry remained silent as his mouth was filled with ichor from the blow. He was sure there was a tooth or two now floating in there as well.

"Take him away." Odin commanded the guards holding Harry. "Have him healed to where we can have a nice long civil conversation. His actions of late have greatly offended me."

As they were dragging Harry away, he said, "Baby?" as his ichor poured out of his mouth and one of his molars going along for the ride.

"I am many things," Odin said, "but I am no child killer. The babe of the whore still lives."

Harry sagged in relief that the child was still alive.

"When you are healed more, we shall discuss your punishment for aiding that wretched devil spawn."

The guards dragged Harry out of the throne room into a dark stone corridor, Harry's life essence dripping from his various wounds onto the ground. After many twists and turns, the semi coherent Harry could never retrace he was deposited on a rough cot in the medical bay.

"Heal him." One of the guards told the woman who came rushing to Harry's side. "He is to be presented to Lord Odin for punishment in three days' time."

"By the looks of it he's been punished enough!" she yelled out as she saw the extent of Harry's injuries.

"Not even close." The other guard muttered softly as he avoided the angry glare of the healer.

"It will be as the king demands. Now get out! I have a lot of work to do." She demanded as she grabbed a knife and started cutting his shirt off. She paused when it hit the armor underneath. Gently she turned Harry to find where it clasped and unfastened it and as painlessly as she could, removed and threw it to the ground.

"You poor thing." She cooed as she saw the gaping wound in his abdomen that was bleeding. She saw the bruises forming on his back where he hit the pillar, and the distortion in his ribcage where he had broken a few of them.

"It'll be better for the both of us if you weren't awake for this." She said softly to the barely conscious Harry, as she waved her hand over his face and he knew no more.

When Harry awoke, his body ached as if he was trampled on by a herd of unicorns, and then sat on by Gwarp. He tried to remember how he got here and recalled he got stabbed when he got home, blasted in the throne room, and the rest was fuzzy.

He tried to sit up but groaned in pain as he tried to shift his torso. Apparently, the Norse weren't as nice at healing as wizards or the Greeks, or it was just because he was a prisoner. Harry decided he would put his money on that answer.

"I see that you're up." The healer said as she came over to check on him.

Harry looked at his healer and saw she was a beautiful woman with the darkest red hair he had ever seen, it was the same color as clotted blood which he had seen plenty of during his life. She had a figure that could rival Aphrodite that he could see under her formfitting white nurses uniform. Her face was as if Leonardo himself carved it out of marble, every detail was perfect, and her sky-blue eyes reflected her concern for her patient.

After clearing his parched throat, Harry croaked out, "How bad was it?"

Her perfectly pink lip formed a thin line before she said tersely, "You had a very large stab wound in your abdomen that perforated your liver. You had four broken ribs, a collapsed lung, a bulging disk in your lower back. You also suffered a broken jaw and had 2 missing molars."

"Feels like I got ran over by a truck." Harry grumbled a she helped him sit up in his small cot.

"You wouldn't be in any pain if it wasn't for offending Odin."

"So, who exactly are you?" Harry asked as she handed him a glass of water that he eagerly started to drink.

"Eir, Goddess of Healing."

"Thank you, my Lady, for healing me as best as allowed." Harry said as he bowed his head as best as his stiff neck would allow to her.

"Think nothing of it. I have never been a fan of the way he deals with punishments. It always exceeds the crime." She said as she patted him on the shoulder gently.

"So, what happens next to me?" Harry asked with a feeling of dread in his stomach.

"Now that you are awake I am to report it to the guards stationed outside the door. They will take you to be judged before Odin. What did you do to anger him so?" she asked.

"I have no idea." Harry said honestly. "I've only ever had dealings with Hela as part of my responsibilities as the Master of Death." he said with finger quotes causing Eir to laugh.

"Well a couple days ago one of his ravens brought him some news that made him angry enough to shake all of Asgard. There was panic in the streets as they thought the Frost Giants were invading again." she replied thoughtfully.

"Could he be angry that the curse he put on Hela could be broken?" asked Harry looking at Eir.

"That would certainly do it. He hates her above all Loki's children because of how his father is imprisoned in her realm." she replied.

"Fuck me sideways." Harry muttered.

"Did you have something to do with breaking Hela's curse?" Eir questioned at seeing his reaction to the declaration how angry Odin was with Hela.

"I gave Hela the means to break her curse in exchange for information on the enemies of my Pantheon.

"I believe the mortal expression is 'you are up the stream without an oar'."

"Yes, I certainly am." Harry said as he lay his head back on the pillow, not having the heart to correct the goddess.

They chatted for a few more minutes before the same guards who brought Harry to the medical bay roughly grabbed him to the protests of Eir and dragged him before the mighty All Father.

"Shall we have any of the same problems we did at our last meeting? Odin asked Harry as he fingered his still bloody spear.

"I think I will keep those comments to myself for now." Harry said looking Odin in the eye.

Chuckling, Odin said, "We shall see. For what you are about to experience, well. Let's just say you won't like the results."

"What do you intend to do with the child? She is innocent with your problems with me. Return her to her mother." Harry pleaded. His problems with the Asgardian king didn't need to involve a baby.

"I cannot have the Greeks looking to Asgard. She will remain here and given to a caretaker to be trained in field of respect. She is the child of a goddess, even if her mother is a whore. She will be well cared for."

That was all Harry got out of Odin on the subject as he was taken outside the throne room and got his first glimpse of Asgard. It was beautiful in Harry's opinion. Buildings designed in the Gothic style, mead halls made of bronze, training grounds filled with warriors, and beautiful parks dotting the landscape.

There they were met by a fearsome warrior clad in heavy armor that covered his whole body and wore a helmet in the shape of a wolf's head with its jaws opened and, as Harry saw, only one hand. Harry knew the man was important from one of the Norse myths but couldn't recall which one.

"Must we do this All Father?" The man asked shooting Odin a worried look. "The beast has been very restless lately."

"Fear not Tyr. This must be done. I had foreseen this event many years ago." Odin said softly as he placed his hand gently on Tyr's shoulder.

"If it must be done. I wonder how he'll take to the changes." Tyr mused.

"Well enough."

"What changes?" Harry asked. "What are you going to do to me?"

"You will see when we get there." Odin said as he was brought Sleipnir, the most wondrous pure white horse Harry had ever seen, even if he had 8 legs. He was sure the only horse who could match his beauty was the original Pegasus.

Harry was then loaded into a rolling cage as they set out for an unknown destination. No one would talk to him or answer any of his questions during the many hours long ride. All he got was silence, and it unnerved him. Especially when they got to a very dark forest that caused the guards to jump every time a noise was heard.

Eventually they made it to a small clearing in the forest that had all the guards nervous.

"Bring him here. Tyr and I will escort him to the beast." Odin said to the relief of the guards who brought a shackled Harry to his captors.

Seeing the relief on their faces that they wouldn't have to go anywhere near this creature set Harry's imagination into overdrive. What monsters did the Norse fear so much? He remembered hearing about the children of Loki from Hecate during one of their chats during their training. She had said if his father had any patron god, it would have been the Norse Trickster. This led to a discussion about the things he had done, and the children he had sired.

It hit Harry like a sack of bricks. Holy fuck! They were taking him to Fenrir! The wolf who will start Ragnarok by eating Odin! Oh, he was in some deep shit now.

They entered another small clearing with a towering stone pillar in the center with many different runes inscribed into the rock. There at the base was, in Harry's opinion, a small wolf cub tied with what appeared to be a golden ribbon.

"Odin and Tyr. How wonderful to see you again. Are you hear for your yearly visit already?" the cub said in a surprisingly deep and raspy voice as it turned its head to survey the new arrivals.

"Take head beast! You speak to the All Father!" Tyr shouted.

Fenrir laughed before he lunged at the group, growing in size until he was as big as an elephant, he looked every bit as a snarling feral best the myths made him out to be.

"The All Father will be my dinner soon enough!" he growled out, his voice so deep, it caused the ground to tremble. To Harry's surprise he shrunk down to about the size of large dog and looked at them with a bored look. "Who's the new guy?"

"He is Harry Potter." Odin said to his future killer.

"Cool. What's a guy like you doing with those assholes?" Fenrir asked curiously looking at Harry with the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen, it was like the clearest blue sky on a summer day.

"I'm was stabbed in the back and kidnapped by the bearded guy." Harry replied dryly, earning him a backhand from Tyr for disrespecting the All Father again.

"Seems like something he would do." Fenrir agreed with a nod. "I mean look what he did to his grandchildren. Some serious issues with his parenting skills."

"Silence you beast! You are in the presence of the king of Asgard!" shouted Tyr pulling out and brandishing his massive sword out of his scabbard at his side.

"I'm the beast?" Fenrir asked with a deep chuckle. "I've heard what you've done to your own people Lord of Justice." mocked Fenrir.

"It was your curse! Not me!" he screamed in denial as his grip on his sword tightened so much Harry swore the leather and metal groan in protest.

"Truly? Did I kill my own kin? Did I kill my wife? Did I have to be stopped by Odin after slaughtering my way through Asgard?"

"Enough!" shouted Odin placing a hand on Tyr who ripped off his helmet and looked ready to attack the wolf.

"You've brought him here to receive my gift have you not? To use him as a weapon with your latest campaign against the Frost Giants." Fenrir said as he looked Odin in the eye getting a nod in return.

"Tell me. Have you seen how this will end for the Asgardians? How this ends for you? And how this gift will affect Harry here?"

"I have." Odin said seriously.

"Then you know this will bring nothing but ruin for you." Fenrir said seriously.

"Perhaps." Odin agreed. "I will have to face the consequences of my actions sometime. I do only what is best for my people wolf."

"And to the ruin of others." Fenrir said seriously eyeing the ribbon holding him in his prison.

"True. Asgard will always take priority over everything else." Odin confirmed

"Harry Potter," Fenrir said turning to a nervous Harry, "I'm sorry. I have a feeling you will make the best of what is going to happen to you, eventually."

Before Harry could ask what he meant Odin pushed him towards the wolf who lunged and bit Harry on his left shoulder.

Harry screamed in pain. He had never felt anything like this before. This made getting stabbed and being tossed around by Odin seem like a relaxing massage. He felt as if his whole body was melting and twisting. He barely noticed when he dropped to the ground and started writhing around.

Before Harry thankfully slipped in to sweet oblivion, he heard Odin yell, "Quickly! We must get him back before he loses control." Harry slipped into unconsciousness soon after.

When Harry regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed besides that he seemed to be chained to a bed, was that he had a broken spear sticking out of his right shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Harry muttered as he tried to take in his surroundings and wonder where the hell he got stabbed by a spear again. He saw that he was in a small tent by himself, bare of anything but the cot he was very tightly chained to.

Harry had no idea where he was, or how long he waited before someone showed up. He was surprised that it was Eir who was the first to visit him.

"Eir, where are we?" he said to her shock, if her dropping her basket of supplies was any indication.

"You're back!" she said excitedly.

"Back?" Harry asked confused. "Where did I go? I remember getting bit by Fenrir and pain and then nothing."

"We are in Jotunheim. It's been 8 months since you were bitten." she said sadly as she picked up her supplies and set them on the cot.

"What's going on? How did I get here? Why do I have a spear in my shoulder?" Harry asked starting to panic.

"Asgard is once again at war with the Frost Giants. You've been fighting them for the last 7 months. Apparently, you strike fear into their hearts. There are rumors they call you the Greek according to some of the wounded soldiers."

"Why do they call me the Greek? I'm English." Harry said as Eir gently removed the spear. He was concerned when he couldn't feel it at all. He was expecting a lot of pain.

"It is the way you fight. While it has been many centuries, the Giants went to war with the Greeks. They remember their powerful foes and how they fought." she replied as she placed a salve on the wound and bandaged it up.

"Why couldn't I feel that?" Harry asked worriedly, not liking the way Eir wouldn't look him in the eye.

"You might not be able to feel anything besides emotions ever again."

"What? How is that possible?" Harry shouted.

"Tyr cannot feel anything. It's part of the curse placed on him by Fenrir when he was bitten." She replied sadly.

"What curse?"

She stopped to think how best to describe it. "I would compare it to lycanthropy in a sense. From what we have observed from Tyr, you have enhanced strength and durability."

"That doesn't seem so bad." Harry mused. "Do I transform on the full moon?"

"There is not a physical transformation that was observed. It's an emotional transformation." She struggled to describe what came next. "It would seem that the curse in situations of intense stress causes the bearer to lose their mental facilities and become an enraged beast in a man's body."

"So, I become a strong guy who just kills everything in front on him." Harry tried to summarize her statement about his affliction.

"It goes deeper than that though. It also affects physical sensations as you've experienced. Tyr has not been able to feel any physical sensation since he was similarly cursed."

"Fenrir was mad when he did that." he tried to rationalize. "He was sort of sad when he did it to me. Could that make it different?"

"I have no idea." Eir confided. "You've been a walking body for months. You didn't speak, barely ate or drank, slept, or any other function a living being does. You did however kill many Giants. It seems the only time you became animated was during battle."

Harry didn't say anything as she tended to the wounds he received from the battle he had no memory of participating in. She was escorted out by guards when it was discovered Harry was aware of his surroundings.

It seemed like hours before the tent was entered by someone. To Harry's dismay it was the last person he wanted to see.

"It seems you have come back to your senses." Odin said as he sat on a chair provided by one of his bodyguards.

"It seems that way." Harry said quietly. The rage he felt at this immortal in front him was squashed and pushed to the deepest recess of his mind.

"So, would you like to know where you are?" Odin asked completely aware of the hatred the prisoner in front of him had for him.

"Fighting Frost Giants in their home realm." he replied.

"Not just the Giants anymore it seems. The fire demons of Muspelheim have joined the battle."

"Wonderful."

"You have fire demons in your pantheon?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Indeed. Surtr has lead his forces against us." Odin agreed.

"What does that mean for your war on the Frost Giants?"

"It means that we will retreat to Asgard and set up a defense against her enemies." Odin said solemnly.

"So, let me get this straight." Harry asked quickly. "You are retreating from a war you caused because fire demons joined the fight, even though you have other realms allied to you?"

"They outnumber my forces four to one. I will not fight a battle where my people are at such a disadvantage!" Odin yelled angrily.

"So why start the battle with the giants here if you didn't want your other enemies rallying against you? Seems like you should have left them alone." Harry stated.

"The Frost Giants have been trying to free the beast who bit you. They have been trying relentlessly for the last year. I fear Loki has given them a method to break the chain that holds that beast."

"So, you were trying to prevent the release of Fenrir by the Giants by wiping them out, so the wolf doesn't go on a rampage of revenge and murder throughout Asgard."

"Indeed. Since the war began there has been no attempts to free Fenrir from his prison."

"Why don't you just move him somewhere else? Wouldn't that make sense to hide him from your enemies?" Harry asked.

"Because the band that holds him place is woven into the very ground he rests upon. I could no more move that than I could the cosmos."

Before Harry could offer a rebuttal, shouts rang out among the men outside.

"Sire!" a guard ran into the tent breathless. "We are being attacked by the Frost Giants and Surtr! The guards are being overrun at the gate!"

"What of the evacuation to Asgard of the wounded?" Odin shouted to the guard who flinched at the sound of his yell.

"It's complete sire! We were just sending the troops back before they attacked."

"Finish the evacuation. Gather my party to me. We will hold the line until everyone is gone."

"It will be done at once!" the guard said before bowing and running to fulfil his orders.

"So, we have to fight to run away?" Harry asked skeptically?

"We are making a tactical retreat!" Odin yelled as harry was suddenly engulfed in a white light before he was suddenly clad in simple chainmail armor and his sword was in his right hand. The comfort of holding something familiar, even if he could no feel the leather grip of his sword, was a very welcome moral boost before going into battle to help his captor.

Harry followed Odin out of the tent knowing if he tried to run now, he would most certainly regret it. He had him mind working, hopefully the battle lust of his curse wouldn't cause him to lose his mind for another eight months.

He got his first view of a Frost Giant as soon as he stepped out as its skull was crushed under the mighty swing of Thor's hammer. Harry thought the red cape was a nice touch, made all his movements very dramatic.

Harry thought they looked very similar to the giants in the wizarding world, only they were slightly taller, and used metal armor and swords to fight.

Odin jumped right in and started to stab or blast any giant that appeared in his path. Harry could believe he was a terrible force of death to his enemies as an incarnation of war itself. He was the type of god Ares wished he could be, calm in his lust for his enemy's destruction, not a berserker who was a danger to all around him, even his allies.

Harry watched as a Giant approached him. His chainmail gleamed in the sunlight, and his sword stained red with the blood of those killed already. "You shall die today Greek." he growled out in the deepest voice Harry had ever heard.

Before Harry could respond, he felt a haze coming over his mind and his body started to move on its own. Desperate to try and regain some control over his own body, he called frantically upon his magic to try and help him regain control.

He felt a burst joy when his magic responded to his command. He could feel it making its way to his mind, clearing the haze that settled there. He could see clearly now what he was doing, not just the fuzzy images.

He saw clearly that he had just hamstringed the giant and slit its throat as it fell to the ground just as he was taught by Enyo. He was relieved he hadn't become some monster on the field like he saw Thor was as he smashed another skull of a giant as more and more Asgardians left the field, each making sure to grab the injured or dead and remove them from the field.

Seeing his body move towards the front gates of the camp where the fighting was heaviest he could clearly see they were outnumbered. The few guards remaining at the gate were being overwhelmed as they tried to stem the flow of the Giants, a guard falling for every two Giants slain.

Harry mentally winced when he received a slash across his chest from a smaller Giant. His body quickly made sure the Giant paid for it by removing its head from its body. Harry couldn't feel any of the pain from the wound and focused his magic on healing the wound. Slowly, he could feel his magic was healing the damage. It seems the poison used on him months ago was wearing off. Harry was hopeful he could begin practicing magic outside his body once the battle was over. Then he could hopefully apparate away or make a portkey to the Underworld and escape the damn Asgardians who kidnapped him.

Suddenly he was blasted off his feet as a huge bolt of lightning struck the ground a hundred feet in front of him incinerating a group of Giants. This allowed the remaining guards to grab the wounded and the dead and flee behind the group of Odin, Thor, Tyr, Harry and a man Harry had not remembered meeting. He looked kind of like Thor, so he was assuming he was a brother or relative of his.

After the guards had left the fighting had stopped. The giants had regrouped and were wary of another bolt of lightning from the Thunder God.

The regrouped Giants parted as what looked like an Asgardian walked through them wearing bright golden armor and a green cape. As he removed his helm Harry saw that he had midnight black hair and the most intense hate filled green eyes as he eyed the powerful men in front of him.

While everyone was busy looking at this man, the Asgardians behind them were finishing their evacuation by lighting their camp on fire to deny the enemy any spoils and war material as they fled.

"It's nice to see you again Allfather," the man said with a sneer, not even bother to eye his companions.

"Loki." Odin greeted frostily. "I see you have indeed come to lead the Frost Giants against us?"

"I don't lead them," he said off handily. "I just offer them advice. I did live among the Asgardians for thousands of years after all. I know about how you fight, and I know how weak Asgard has become in the last few centuries."

"I should have smothered you when I found you in this Chaos forsaken world, instead of taking you into my home and raising you!" Odin shouted angrily. Harry noticed Thor looked slightly uncomfortable when his father said that.

Loki just walked in a relaxed manner back and forth in front of his regrouped troops who were all still prepped for battle, waiting for the order to continue their attack. "Truly? If you had done that you would have lost your precious heir centuries ago to his own stupidity."

"Yes. You have saved my life time and again Loki." Thor spoke up. "But you forget the times I have saved yours as well, especially if when you cut of Sif's hair."

"I agree that may not have been one of my smarter decisions." Loki said with a self-depreciating laugh. "But I made that right in the end didn't I brother? Your wife currently has a nice full head of hair courtesy of the Dwarves that I procured for her."

"Only after I stopped her from murdering you and promised of she did not get her hair back I would break every bone in your body."

"Details. I am only here to collect the surrender of the Asgardians from their illegal campaign in Jotunheim and negotiate the terms for the reparations for the unjust attack on a peaceful group of people." Loki drawled causing the Asgardians to bristle in outrage.

We offer no surrender and not terms for reparation!" Odin shouted. "We attacked for the trespassing in Asgard to release that beast you call a son Fenrir! These Giants are trying to start Ragnarok and then end of all things!"

"Is it really the end of all things?" Loki asked rhetorically. "I'm certain there is a part of that prophecy that talks about rebirth and whatnot. Not all are destined to die Odin, just the important people." He chuckled at the end of his statement.

"Are you so eager to die?" Tyr asked. "I can rectify that for you right now."

"You, I look forward to seeing die after what you did you my son. Beast or not he is my child and Asgard will pay for the treatment of my children throughout the centuries." Loki said though clenched teeth.

"Your beast of a son has punished me enough for what I did to him." Tyr counter showing his stump. "I have paid for it every day since."

Before anyone could reply the ground started to shake causing the Asgardians and Harry to stumble, while the Giants either stumbled to regain their balance or fell. Only Loki seemed to be able to stay on his feet.

A massive crack was heard before the earth behind the Asgardians exploded pelting them with debris and causing all of them to be knocked off their feet with the force.

From the hole rose a massive bearded Giant standing easily one hundred feet high carrying a massive flaming sword in his right hand, his beard catching fire in spots before going out, like how he heard how Hephaestus's beard acted. He also noticed this Giant liked to fight in the buff. Harry immediately felt sorry for any Giantess who had to deal with that basilisk.

"Surtr!" Odin screamed in fury as he launched a blast of energy from his spear at the Giant.

The Giant took the blast to the chest and barely stumbled from the powerful blast. He quickly retaliated by swinging his massive sword to where Odin and his allies, plus Harry, were standing.

They all quickly jumped out of the way as the sword cleaved the ground where they had been before. The sword cleaved the ground leaving a twenty-foot trench where it struck. The blade was so sharp it didn't do any damage to the area surrounding the trench.

Before Harry could regroup with the Asgardians, Odin called for them to retreat and they vanished into the Bifrost leaving him alone in the middle of a hostile army.

Loki looked amused as Harry tried to prevent the haze from once again clouding his mind forcing him to attack the opposing forces.

"I see Odin treats you the same way he treated me for centuries."

"I didn't volunteer to fight for him. He kidnapped me and made me." Harry said bitterly. He carefully looked at his options to see if he could find a way to escape long enough before he could manifest his magic externally to make a portkey to somewhere safe.

"I see. He chose a powerful warrior to fight for him. I'm surprised he would pick a Greek. He has had a feud with Zeus since the fall of Mycenae and has promised to kill any Greek stepping into any domain controlled by the Norse Pantheon."

"Can't help it." Harry said as he eyed Surtr carefully as the giant was holding his sword directly over his head. How he moved that massive thing without him noticing was very troubling.

"Why is that?" Loki asked curiously as he stepped closer to Harry. "Has he not promised you your freedom for helping him wipe out his enemies? Treasure? Women?"

"As far as I know I am being punished for helping end the curse put on your daughter by Odin. He seemed really angry about that."

Loki looked shocked at that for just a split second before he smirked. "It seems my daughter will lend me her aid to wipe out our common enemies now that her curse is broken."

"Sure. Look, I had no desire to fight you guys at all. He came into my home and kidnapped me and a baby I had just rescued and brought me to Asgard. He then had Fenrir bite me to make me into a weapon to fight you guys apparently and I just snapped back into consciousness after eight months as a walking fighting machine." Harry explained quickly. "Can you just accept my surrender and promise to not fight you guys anymore and let me go?" he finished hopefully looking at Loki.

Loki burst into laughter after Harry was done speaking. He then quickly walked up to Harry throwing his arm around his shoulders, mindful to avoid having his golden blood getting on his armor.

He turned Harry to face his forces with him and shouted, "We are all going to destroy the Asgardians!"

His emphasis on all worried Harry as the army of Giants cheered and Surtr roared his agreement with the statement.

"Harry, how would you like to pay back the Asgardians for what they have done to you?" Loki asked to Harry's dread.