Greetings, and welcome to my second fic.

I own neither Thor (the MCU version) nor Zero no Tsukaima.

Storm Child

- Asgard -

'How did it turn out like this?' This question plagued the Odinson's mind for the most part as they arrived in the ornate, golden dome that is the gate to Asgard after being forcibly pulled back from what could have been the start of a war. It all started out so perfect. It was his coronation, the happiest and most glorious moment of his life. Instead, the it flipped upside-down harder and faster than the table he did it to.

"Why did you bring us back!?" The thunderer asked with a slightly raised voice. His golden locks barely ruffled and his tall, muscular form, covered in pristine, blue and silver armor and an unmarred flowing red cape despite just coming out of a battle.

"Do you realize what you've done? What you've started?" Fury evident in the All-father's hushed but fast delivery. Odin, his one eye trained at his son, as his advanced form, clothed with gold and bronze armor, briskly walked to the raised platform with a sword in the center.

"I was protecting my home." He replied, but was immediately rebuffed.

"You couldn't even protect your friends; how can you hope to protect the kingdom!" His father fired back as he all but ripped the sword that acts as the Bifrost's key. The king of Asgard then leveled a glare at Thor's friends, one of which was injured, as he tossed the sword to Heimdall, the black-skinned, gold-armored gatekeeper. "Get him to the healing room, now!"

"There won't be a kingdom to protect if we're afraid to act." Thor tried to keep his rising anger down with willpower as hard as the uru his hammer was made of. "The Jotuns must learn to fear me just as they once feared you."

"That's pride and vanity, not leadership. You forgot everything I taught you..." The aged man, evident with his white hair and thick beard however, did not back down. "…about a warrior's patience."

"While you wait and be patient, the nine realms laugh at us. The old ways are done." Despite himself however, Thor was finding it harder and harder to keep his patience. "You'd stand giving speeches while Asgard falls."

It all started with a breach in the treasure room, he recalled, just as he was to be crowned king. The Realm Eternal, once thought of as impenetrable, was broken into, and while the threat was immediately dealt with, courtesy of the hulking sentinel called the Destroyer, the damage has been done. The ceremony has ended and the coronation, postponed. Thor thought of how, as the heir to the throne and prized warrior of Asgard, it is his responsibility to take action for this slight by their iceborn enemies, that he should lead the charge against the Jotuns. His father however, saw differently. Therefore, to show the other realms that they will not simply take this standing down, he enacted his plan of requital despite his father's wishes.

"You are a vain, greedy, cruel boy!" His father shouted with great emphasis on his supposed faults, which unfortunately broke through the uru-forged will that held his emotions.

"And you are an old man and a fool!" Thor screamed in retaliation. The shock of Odin's own firstborn shouting furiously at him made him pause, disappointment, clear in his face. The face what made Thor realize his mistake.

"Yes." The still-king of Asgard looked down in contemplation. "I was a fool – to think you were ready."

The plan didn't proceed as expected obviously, for while he had enlisted the help of his friends, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif, and his dear brother Loki, they were still outnumbered. And while he can surely take them in the hundreds with ease, not so when they pile on top of him with their vast numbers, his back to a cliff and his friends' lives on the line. The unexpected happened though, and his father appeared, mounted atop his trusted steed, Sleipneir, the golden spear of the king, Gungnir in hand. His confidence renewed, he screamed for his father to join them in a glorious battle, only to be silenced and pulled back to Asgard after his father's brief interaction with the king of Jotunheim, leading to this very exchange between them. It was then that his brother, that he admittedly forgot all about in the heat of the moment, tried to give his thoughts on the matter.

"Father-" Loki said, but the All-father naught but snarled while pointing a finger, silencing him. So much for that, Thor thought, as he looked at his raven-haired brother quivering in his black, gold and green armor.

"Thor…" There was a shift in tone. Dare he say, the voice sounded like it was trembling.

"…Odinson. You have betrayed the express command of your king." Odin continued, with the emotion only escalating from there.

"Through your arrogance and stupidity, you have opened these peaceful realms and innocent lives to the horror, and desolation, of war!" His father ended in a fit of anger, while placing his spear in the Bifrost's control port on the platform. Said port flared to life with magic, the Odinforce, the lifeblood of Asgard, appeared like lightning as it branches out into the rough shape of the World Tree. Thor could only stare in shock and regret at his father's next words.

"You are unworthy of these realms." Odin came before him and started stripping him of his armor's disks, the symbols of royalty, something that only heightened the current emotions of the thunder god.

"You are unworthy of your title." The cape came off next, but the All-father wasn't done. He looked him in the eyes with his remaining eye, and shouted. "You're unworthy!"

"Of the loved ones, you have betrayed." The guilt brought forth by these words struck the Odinson like a bilgesnipe stampede as he wracked his brain for something, anything to ease his father's ire. Odin paused for a moment however, looked down with what seemed to be a sad look in his eye, looked back and walked to his previous position by the control port. He paused once again, looking subtly around, as if listening, but carried on. Once there, he turned to him again and raised his hand.

"I now take from you, your power…" Power flowed as his words echoed throughout the chamber. Mjolnir, his trusted weapon and constant companion ripped off his hands by magic greater than his own, and into the hands of his father.

"…in the name of my father, and his father before." Each word, a mystery. Each phrase, a miracle. Such was the power of the king of Asgard, as Thor felt his armor was getting peeled off his body, and the spark within him, going dim.

"I, Odin, All-father, cast you out!" His own father shot him with a brilliant torrent of energy, completely depleting him of his mystical might and throwing him into the activated portal. The last things he saw were the downcast expression of his father as he held Mjolnir at level with his face, and Loki in panic as he ran off. Then, everything turned blank.

Storm Child

- Tristain Academy of Magic -

It was the day of the Springtime Summoning Ritual, where students of magic in their second year are to call on their familiars, their life companions. As such, one class had gathered in one of the pentagon-shaped magic academy's courtyards to have space for the event. It was a wide, open, grassy plane of lush, green grass bounded by the structures that connect the towers the academy to each other.

While everyone wished for fantastical beasts as familiars, like those of dragons or manticores, few ever get anything more than rather tame or mundane partners. This was evident in the non-human beings currently resting or loitering around on the grass with their masters. One has a giant mole, another has a palm-sized frog, another, an owl. There are also uncommon ones like that giant eyeball thing, and that damn Germanian wench's fire salamander. Of course, the resident genius, the blue-haired Tabitha had to summon something as impressive as a dragon. Among the students, one stood out due to not having a partner yet. Her long, curly strawberry-blonde hair swayed with a small breeze, as does the school uniform and color-coded cape on her petite body.

Louise Francois Leblanc De la Valliere was the only student left yet to summon hers, and the prior summonings really put a damper on her mood. She wished with all her heart and mind that Brimir, or any gods out there listening to give her a familiar. To prove that she has potential as a mage. That she's not merely a 'Zero'. It is their Familiar Summoning Ritual, and it is her turn to do hers. While she may have sounded a bit desperate while reciting her chant, she still held onto the hope that it will work, and that it will bear fruit in the form of a dragon, or even a lowly creature. She will make do with a common rat, if anything.

Completing the chant, she waited with bated breath, but it was for naught as it didn't even cause an explosion that her casting normally does. She supposed she should've expected it and never bothered to try. She was but a failure, a commoner posing as a mage. This was the final nail in the coffin labeled, 'Louise's career as a mage'. Or rather, it would have been had it not been for the clouds in the sky coming together in a cylindrical formation.

She looked to Professor Colbert for instructions, but found him wide-eyed and looking at the sky. She then looked to others and found them in the same state. With nothing else to distract her, she looked up at the unnatural phenomenon as well. From the center of the clouds, a beam of light shot down and blasted the ground in front of her with such force that she was trying with all her might to not fall backwards from the winds it brought. She internally cursed her petite frame, not for the first time in her life.

The light dimmed and the winds weakened, and for but a split second, she saw a silhouette of a person from within the torrent of energy, before she had to cover her eyes for fear of some dirt or what not blinding her. The wind going still a few seconds later was the signal for her to open her eyes, and to her delight and disappointment, there was a person. Granted, it was a really big person that was laying on the ground. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a hard chin covered by a stubble. Bulging muscles that made even the soldiers of the academy look like her compared to Kirche, much to her chagrin.

She offhandedly heard Guiche mention something about there being hybrids between humans and orcs, but she ignored it in favor of looking over what could be her familiar. He was dressed in a simple, but seemingly high-quality, form-fitting blue-grey long-sleeved shirt and dark blue pants. For a moment, as she observed him get up, she thought him to be a noble, and also for a moment, thought of the political ramifications of such. The shoulder-length locks atop his handsome head, that puts most everyone in school to shame, doesn't help either.

The only thing that helped convince her that the huge man groggily standing up in front of her may not be a noble was that he was spouting nonsense in what seems to be another language while looking at the sky. Perhaps an attendant from another kingdom? From the unknown lands? A noble that went crazy? An unarmored knight perhaps? That went crazy? At this point, she thought, anything would be better than having a noble for a familiar. She composed herself, and walked towards the man, and held herself like a Valliere would to address him.

"Greetings. My name is Louise Francois Leblanc De la Valliere, and today forth, I am your master. State your name, familiar." She said, internally feeling pride for not messing it up and saying it with dignity fitting for her position. After all, she did summon something, proving herself as capable of even at least one spell.

The man looked towards her with an angry, or at least she assumes it to be, look on his face, which she admits, is very scary, given that he's large enough to probably snap her like a twig. He looked her up and down like one would an insect, which she also admits annoyed her.

He spoke, "You, what land is this? Vanaheim? Svartelfheim? Alfheim?"

"Tristain's Academy for Magic?" She supplied, then followed up after her head clicked upon an observation. "Wait, you can speak the common tongue! Why didn't you do so first!?"

However, she was ignored, as if by a great realization dawning upon him after all the nonsense he just asked, he spoke, "Oh no, this is Midgard, isn't it?"

He then turned around and started shouting at the sky, calling it 'ham-doll' or something, like a lunatic. 'Oh great', she thought. She finally succeeded in casting a spell, and it still isn't performed perfectly. She turned to her teacher to ask for another chance, but he seemed to be too busy on his knees, analyzing the charred ground beneath the strange man. Funny, she didn't notice that before, it was as interesting as it was detailed, and it was very much so. Regardless, she ignored it, and pull the unknown man's arm for his attention.

She asked once again, the high-and-mighty-looking man in front of her, "What is your name familiar?"

"I am Thor. Son of Odin, prince of Asgard and…" He stopped. As if struck by an act of god, he suddenly lost all that attitude and was reduced to a sad little… well, big… man. He slumped forward, and sat down on the grass for good measure. He spoke, "…or rather, I used to be."

She was confused as to what he meant. Surely, he can't be saying that he's a former prince, right? While this man has the looks and grooming for it, his build speaks of great military training, which would be far too rare for one of such station, not that she had experience there, but still. His dejected expression all but confirmed it. She has a disowned noble, royalty no less, as her familiar. She doesn't know how one should act in such a situation for as far as she knows, there is no precedent for summoning one, much less summoning a human at all. Regardless, gulping inaudibly as she made up her mind and steeled herself, she made her attempt at salvaging the situation.

"I see. Then – I'll continue with the ritual." She noted how he didn't care, so maybe, it was fine to continue. She chanted the binding spell for a few seconds with half a mind on her familiar. He still didn't budge, only shrugging at her words, so perhaps, he's fine with it. Finished with reciting the spell, she "reluctantly", as a maiden to an unknown yet attractive man, made for a kiss on her familiar. She could only thank Brimir that he was sitting down as the half a mail difference in their height would make for an awkward sight, more so than it already is.

One kiss later, and the familiar, Thor, gave a reaction. He reeled back, as if touching fire. He spoke in a chastising way, "Child, I would suggest not to give kisses to others, especially those who may very well be a hundred times your elder, lest they…"

He paused, staring at his left hand that looked as if it was being burned, leaving the familiar mark on his skin. His expression turned from shock and slight amusement, to furious. He stood up, her head only reaching halfway up his chest, with rage in his eyes for what he perceives to be a slight. She was right. It was very scary to see the man angry, and he was very much so.

"You tried to warp my mind! You think your little tricks will work on Thor!? I will have you know that…" She could only watch in fear as he raised his arm that was thicker than her leg, to reach for her. Brimir knows what vengeance one born of royalty will bestow upon her.

BAM!

He dropped to the ground like a sack of beef from the world's sexiest cow, beside his head was a ball of ice no larger than her fist. Louise looked around for who did it, and found a wide-eyed Tabitha, looking at her familiar. There was no mistaking that blue hair, red-rimmed glasses and typical academy uniform topped with a blue cloak, signifying her year in the academy, her staff in one hand and an open book in the other, but the expression was more than she's ever seen from the smaller girl. The pinkette supposed it was because he was to attack her, and for that she was grateful for the blue-haired girl with the stone-faced facade.

It was then that the professor finally gained his bearings and walked to them. She noted how the bald, glasses-wearing teacher of theirs inserted what looked like a small book to write on. He probably deemed it necessary to draw the mark on the ground, and she agrees that it is important. However, he should've been more attentive for the safety of his students.

The professor coughed for their attention and spoke, "I'm sorry Miss Valliere. I was a bit… lost in the moment. Thank you, Miss Tabitha, for your timely response. Now, Miss Valliere, we have to bring your familiar to the infirmary and keep him there until such time that he wakes up. Hopefully, he will have cooled his head enough to speak. For safety, though, we will have one of the teachers nearby, as well as some of our guards. Meanwhile, I will have words with the headmaster."

"But Professor Colbert, what if he isn't calm by then? I mean, he called himself a former prince! He's royalty, disowned as he is." Louise reasoned, supplying what she learned from her brief exchange with her familiar. "What if he still holds a high position? What if they wage war for him!?"

The now named Professor Colbert tried to calm her down, "Calm down Miss Valliere. The headmaster will protect you, as will the academy, me included. For now, we need to talk it out with your familiar regarding the circumstances between you two and hopefully, should countries come to blows, he can defuse it. That, however, is the worst-case scenario for us, let us think positive."

The professor looked to the petite bluenette, "Miss Tabitha, can your help carry Miss Valliere's familiar to the infirmary?"

She replied with the slightest of nods, and then whistles for her familiar. A 3-mail tall blue dragon she named Sylphid. She levitated the unconscious body and dumped it on the dragon's back to carry to the infirmary. Tabitha climbed up afterwards, and once she was seated, she looked back to Louise and patted the dragon, specifically, on the spot behind her, signifying her calling the pinkette to ride with her.

Louise, touched by the action, was all the more grateful for the silent girl. She immediately boarded Sylphid, and with a tap to the neck from Tabitha, it took off. Looking back, Louise saw the professor telling everyone else to pack up and have the rest of the time to rest and get used to their familiars. He then briskly made way for, she assumes, the headmaster's office. Little did they know of the commotion happening in the capital of Tristain at the same.

Storm Child

- Asgard's Throne Room -

Frigga, the queen of Asgard and wife to the All-father gasped at the news of her eldest son's banishment, courtesy of Loki. While she acknowledges that it was not out of character for him to be brash, she did not expect his acting out like that, and for Odin to give such a heavy-handed punishment. Still, she could only agree with his decision, if only to attempt to avert the inevitable war with the Frost Giants that this will bring.

Hearing the chamber doors opening, she looked over to find Odin walking towards her, to sit on his throne beside hers. As he neared, she asked, "Is there no other way?"

Odin merely shrugged wearily as he plopped down to the golden seat. "He has disobeyed his king... his fate is in his own hands now. "

Frigga sighed at her husband's answer. She turned to her husband once more. "A silver lining, yes? Where did you send him though?"

The king merely shrugged yet again, this time resting his arm on one side of the seat, and his chin cupped on his hand. "I sent him to where I learned mine 6000 Midgardian years ago, back when mine father was still alive and king."

She answered with a question. "To Midgard? I suppose it is a suitable place to learn humility from. After all, humanity is the pinnacle of progress."

"Nay. I suppose Elven years would be the correct term. They follow the same measurements of time as Midgard for a long time now, after all. Regardless, we can only hope for the best for our son."

The queen smiled. "As do I, my king. As do I."

Bilgesnipe – Tall, scaly, huge antlers… you don't have those? Well, they are repulsive. And they're not of Earth. It was offhandedly mentioned by Thor to trample anything in its paths, likening to it how Asgardians tend to fight despite their being more advanced.

Mail – Unit of measurement used in Zero no Tsukaima. I assume it to be a meter approximately.

AN:

Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read this second experiment. It is a long time coming since I thought this up, but only now had the balls to post, not only because I prefer reading over writing, but for the readers of my first fic, that hasn't been updated in a long time.

First, I would apologize if roughly half the chapter is adapted straight from the first movie (though to be fair, that was the highlight of the movie for me). It was the perfect time, imo, that Thor can cross over to another realm, and starting it out in the ZNTverse and without so much as a call back to the Thor movie could come off as lacking context and rushing it. Though, there may be other ways to do it, I'm unsure as to how, so yeah. Also, sorry for the second half being basically, halfway through the episode 1 or so, only being the summoning ritual.

I always thought that these two stories are great potential crossovers, but it seems other writers disagree (or don't know or care about either). The elves, the portal to Earth, magic, everything about the ZNT-verse just screams Norse Mythology (which I know little about) so I thought about giving it a shot. As for the lack of Saito, for his fans, sorry, but he's kinda an easily replaced piece of the puzzle (even though I like him and would want to see a xover fic about him).

For them readers of Legendary, I would like to say sorry for the lack of update. Work piled up, leaving with little free time, combined with dried up well of ideas on how to write it made it difficult to do so. Hopefully, I get out of this funk by stimulating my brain with another fic.