Okay, first Thor/HP crossover fic, prompted idea through vampygurl402…she is too full of ideas lol.

This does not follow along with the Thor movie or much of the HP movies, AU if you will. Some characters will be in canon, others not so much. Here's the summary, sorry if it's different than the one under the link:

Harry Potter is not who he thinks he is, he's not the son of James and Lily Potter, he's not even a mortal. He is the son of Thor and Loki, the jewel of Asgard before he was abducted from his home. On the night of Voldemort's return Harry is saved by Loki, and taken back to Asgard. Harry has a chance at a real family, but what will he choose his royal family on Asgard, or his mortal ones on Midgard?

Thor x Loki

HP x DM

Lily x James

Sif x Hogun

Slight bashing of Sirius, major bashing of Snape, Lucius Malfoy and a few Weasleys, and slight bashing of Dumbledore

Awesome Frigga, good Warriors Three, Sif's awesome cuz I decided to make her nice for once

I don't own Harry Potter or Marvel characters.

Enjoy!

Asgard birthing chambers:

"AAAGGHHHH!" a scream echoed through the halls of Asgard's castle, making all close to hear it flinch on sight.

"That's it Loki, keep pushing!" a beautiful blonde woman, Queen Frigga of Asgard whispered into her son's ear as he gave another hard push. Pain wracked his body like a thousand tiny knives, but he was eager for it to end soon. When it was done he collapsed against the pillows, hair matted and sweaty like his forehead.

"One more should do it, and we'll be done." Lady Eir, the best healer in all Asgard spoke from her spot between the prince's legs. Loki sat back up with Frigga's help, and took in a breath before pushing again.

"AAAHH! M-Mother…!"

"Shh, it's alright Loki." he continued to scream, but when he felt something slip between his legs the pain faded immediately. "Oh…he's here." Frigga was smiling.

"He?" Loki panted.

"It's a boy, you have a son Loki!" Frigga kissed his cheek and wiped the sweat from his face. The baby started wailing as Eir and the other healers began to wash him in the basin. Once they were done they dressed and wrapped him up in a gold blanket and handed him back to Loki.

"He's beautiful." Loki cried as he looked into his son's eyes. They were emerald green like his, and his black raven hair was sticking up everywhere.

"He looks like you." Frigga touched the child's head. "But the hair is unruly like Thor's."

"Yes, but it can be tamed." Loki laughed.

"Is it done?" he heard Thor calling from the door outside.

"Come in Thor, but be mindful." Frigga said and the golden prince marched his way into the room. The healers bowed as he walked up to the bed, eyes focusing on the bundle in Loki's arms.

"Our son." Loki moved the blanket so Thor could see his face.

"A son, our heir." Thor moved to Loki's other side, seeing the child a spitting image of his mother. "He's absolutely perfect." he stroked his large finger against the child's pale cheek.

"Your father will be so pleased." Frigga smiled at the joyous aura surrounding the room. Thor and Loki had been married for nearly a century, and they had long awaited the day Loki would become heavy with child. The pregnancy went well, despite Loki's constant cravings for odd foods, but when he finally went into labor all of Asgard was dying to hear the news of the birth.

"He is." all eyes fell to Odin Allfather, king of Asgard and protector of the nine realms smiling proudly at his sons. "You have an heir Thor, and when you are ready you will be king." Thor still had much to learn about being a king, but he was better now than he had been before the wedding.

"And one day he will be." Loki carefully passed the child into Thor's arms, and Thor held him close. The green eyes looked at Thor's armor, and patted against the metal chest plate.

"He will make a great king one day, father come meet your grandson." Odin approached his firstborn and looked down at the child. He let the little one grasp his finger, he had a strong grip to him.

"He will have both magic and strength; he is the jewel of Asgard." Odin smiled proudly. "Tonight we shall feast, and tomorrow we will present the boy to the people."

"Not as 'the boy'." Frigga laughed. "He needs a name first."

"We have one mother; we've been going over possible names for weeks." Loki smiled at Thor.

"His name is Eli, Eli Thorson." Thor held the child up in his large hands, and the baby cooed.

"Can I have my child back now?" Thor didn't argue as he handed Eli back to Loki. The baby yawned with his mother, and they both started to fall asleep.

"I think we'd best leave them be, they'll need their rest until tomorrow." Frigga shooed everyone out of the room, but she remained behind to carefully place little Eli into his cradle. This child was a gift to the family, and he'd hopefully have some siblings in the future.

Grand dining halls, the next day:

"HAIL TO PRINCE ELI THORSON!" Volstagg held his goblet high, and got cheers from the crowd celebrating the announcement of their new prince. People gathered all around when Loki's labor hit the streets, all eager to meet their new royal member.

Loki and Thor were seated at the head table with Odin and Frigga, and Loki had Eli in his arms though the baby was sleeping like a log despite the loud shouts everywhere. All of Thor's friends had congratulated Loki on the birth, and though she might never admit it Sif was quite taken with the young prince.

"He's going to be a fierce warrior!" Fandral raised his mug.

"Not unless he pulls pranks like his father!" Volstagg near disagreed. "But…what better way to fool an enemy than the son of a trickster?" Loki rolled his eyes.

"Don't blaspheme my son Volstagg."

"Sorry Loki, just a jest…ANOTHER!" goblets broke against the floor.

"Might I hold him Loki?" Sif asked, she had never been seen as the maternal sort but she did like children.

"I see no harm in that." Loki passed Eli to Sif, and she smiled down at the baby.

"He is your spitting image, he will definitely be a handful." she bounced Eli gently.

"Perhaps you will have your own someday, some future warriors of our realm strong and hard like their mother." Sif laughed. She and Loki had not gotten along much as children, but after Loki married Thor she began to warm up to him. One day Sif had hoped to marry Thor, but she realized she would never be as good as Loki was so she adapted to being his friend. It was enough, and she had set her sights on someone else.

"We will see." she handed the babe back to his mother. "You are very lucky."

"I feel I am, the luckiest man alive." he glanced at Thor laughing with Fandral, his husband and future king. How he ended up falling in love with a man who was supposed to be his brother he did not know, but the fates tied them together and gave them a wonderful blessing.

No magic in all the Nine Realms could take this away from him, and if Loki could focus more on others than just his child…he'd have no idea how wrong he was at the moment.

Later that night:

A cloaked figure slunk through the palace in the dead of night, shielded from the sight of the great gatekeeper Heimdall. The figure had watched as the two princes rejoiced the arrival of their newborn son, and took all they had not to grimace in disgust at the sight.

A child born of two men, one of them the golden prince and the other a bastard Jotun taken in by Odin; it was bad enough the two had married, and now they had a little whelp of their own it was a disgrace to the Nine Realms. The child did not belong here, nor did his mother, but that would soon be rectified.

'Thor should've been mine, and that Jotun stole him from me.' the figure slipped close to the nursery, and the guards on either side of the door allowed them passage. The nursery was large and golden, and the sleeping brat was in the middle of it. Toys were scattered, but this infant wouldn't need them. Waving their hand over the child's body, they lifted the babe into their arms and he would not wake until morning.

"You should be mine, but you are not. You don't belong here, and you will never return." the figure quickly left with the child after killing the guards, and walked away from the palace before mounting a horse and riding off towards a cliff. They used a stone to open a portal, and dove into it before landing in a small neighborhood on Midgard called Godric's Hollow.

'This is it.' they had been scouting the area and knew Midgard had its own magical society, placing the child with a normal mortal family would have him found…what better way to hide him than in a magical realm where even Heimdall would not see him? The figure knew this place would have the child hidden greatly, but cared less for its future.

They approached a house, and spotted a young couple inside but not happy. The couple had lost a child of their own in childbirth some days ago, and so the figure would give them what they were robbed of. They placed the babe in a basket, knocked on the door, and quickly ran to hide in the trees when the woman answered.

"James! James come here!" the woman had fiery red hair and green eyes, and when she lifted the basket up her eyes softened. "Look, it's a baby."

"Where did it come from?" the man had black hair and brown eyes with huge glasses, yes no one would dare think the child wasn't theirs.

"It's a boy James, oh he's gorgeous." the woman smiled warmly at the infant. "We should keep him."

"Lily it hasn't been too long since we lost our own son…"

"James please? He's got nowhere to go, we can talk it over with Albus he'll make the arrangements." the man seemed unsure, but when he touched the little one's hands his expression changed.

"He seems to be a newborn, alright we'll keep him for tonight but we have to contact Dumbledore first thing in the morning." the woman was pleased, and they took the baby into their home.

'Perfect.' if the bastard was happy down here there would be no reason to worry. Without the child the marriage between Thor and Loki would fall apart, and they would have their opportunity.

'Soon enough Thor will be mine, and I will be the rightful queen of Asgard.' they disappeared into the night, knowing the plan would work and within time Asgard would be theirs forever.

the next morning in Asgard:

"PRINCE THOR! PRINCE LOKI COME QUICK SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAS HAPPENED!" a nursemaid ran through the halls calling for the royal couples. She had gone to the nursery to fetch the infant prince for his morning feeding but came across a gruesome scene instead.

"What…what's going on?" Thor and Loki raced from their chambers still in their bed clothing.

"Prince Eli! He is missing!" Loki's eyes widened in horror and he raced off to his son's room. He saw in front of the doors the two guards with their throats slit, and ran through the doors only to find an empty cradle.

"No…no no no!" Loki dug through the blankets frantically, but his baby was gone. He searched around the room and found nothing. Eli was nowhere to be found. "ELI! ELI!" he called but heard nothing, his baby was gone…missing. Loki couldn't hold back the sobs as he collapsed over the cradle, clutching the blankets in his hands.

"Loki!" Thor ran in to see Loki crying so loudly hunched over their son's bed. Frigga and Odin came running in after him, and they too gasped at the sight.

"Eli…" Loki sobbed his child's name, hoping the Norns would somehow make his son appear back in his arms but instead he felt a hand on his back. He looked up to see Frigga's tearful face, and she pulled him into her arms.

"SEND FOR THE GUARDS, SEARCH THE ENTIRE KINGDOM AND FIND MY SON!" Thor's voice boomed and guards started rushing all throughout the grounds and thunder clashed outside in dark storm clouds. Thor could only watch as Loki cried still holding their son's blankets, but he knew when they found out who took their son there would be no mercy to the traitors.

The search went on all day, and deep into the night. The guards came back with nothing to report, the prince was no longer on Asgard and Heimdall could not see him in any other realms. They feared the prince to be dead, but Loki could feel in his heart that Eli was alive.

"It had to be someone of great magic, whoever took Eli must've shielded him so Heimdall cannot see him anywhere." Frigga and Odin were furious that someone would do this, someone would dare kidnap their grandson and not know if they ever found out they would suffer tremendously.

"But he is still alive, I can sense it." Loki was stiff and angry, he wanted his son back but how could they find him if they couldn't figure out where he was.

"We know dear, I feel it too." Frigga was trying to hold up, but even she could not hold back the tears for long. Odin was going to make them pay, they would not get away with this.

"We will find him Loki." Thor held his husband in his arms, kissing his head and stroking his hair.

"I want him back in my arms Thor, he's barely two days old…" Loki curled into Thor's arms.

"We will find him." Thor prayed to the Norns wherever their son was he was alive and safe.

Godric's Hollow, a year later:

"NO! NO NOT HARRY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!" Lily Potter stood in front of her son's crib, trying to shield him from the evil man who had come to kill their family and had already killed James.

"Stand aside you silly girl, get out of my way!" the man dressed in a long black robe pointed his wand at her. He would allow her to live if she would move and let him have the child. He was Lord Voldemort, heir of Salazar Slytherin, and all would bow to him once he destroyed the only obstacle in his way.

"NO! No please take me instead! Kill me!" she would not let him near her son. She would rather die than leave him.

"Last chance woman, move aside or you will die with him." his hissing voice would not move her. She was a stubborn witch.

"NO!" Voldemort moved his wand a little higher, and pointed it directly at her heart.

"Avada kedavra!" one flash of green light and Lily Potter dropped to the floor in a heap. She was gone, with her husband and soon their little son would follow. Voldemort stepped over the body to get a better look at the boy, and when those green eyes looked up at him he pointed his wand at the child's head. "Time to die boy." he chanted the spell again, but instead of killing the boy a flash of white light rebounded the curse onto its caster.

The room shook as the light caused the man to dissipate into nothing, and his scream echoed that of the boy's screaming in terror. His head was bleeding from a cut left by the curse, and the room was collapsing around him. A small light went over the boy's body to protect him from the damage, but soon it would be known to the magical world what transpired on that night.

Harry Potter had miraculously defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort, in him being only an infant he had destroyed the most powerful dark wizard in their time.

He would be forever known as the boy-who-lived, and his destiny would come sometime in the very future.

This is the start of it all, and I had to edit it a bit but it's only the first chapter. I'll have the next one up hopefully in a few days.

Next chapter we go on into the future, Loki finds out where his son is and goes after him. Questions are, what's going to happen once he finds him? How's he going to explain to a fourteen year old boy that his life wasn't the one he was meant to have? Or better yet…what's Loki to do when he finds out his son has been mistreated?

Next chapter shall be longer I promise!

R&R

Later!