Title – Prince of Asgard (Version 2)

Author – Drakenn

Beta - Winged Seer Wolf

Summary – New Mexico was not the first time Asgard came to Earth in modern history, it happened earlier and in the Old World. Now consequences of it start to appear and it might change the history. I don't own HP or Avengers or any other thing used. May contain bad grammar. Contains swearing, blood, violence, alcohol, lemons, slash, dark themes, it's not a nice world, you have been warned.

Since now Winged Seer Wolf has became the new beta reader of the story and will help me smooth out all of the rough edges the previous version had.

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Chapter 1 – A Lost Prince

A/N – A plot bunny that appeared after I finished reading Child of the Storm by the fantastic Nimbus Llewellyn. This is a slightly modified and rewritten version of the original and once it catches up with the original story, the original story will be taken down. This way of doing things was easier for me than replacing chapters in the old story.

Assumptions made for plot

Assumption number one – Based on the MCU Avengers movie, Loki was manipulated by some being to attack Earth and was a little mad. He was brought to Asgard and healed. He will be generally good, but he will be also a trickster, think of him as a strong hand of the king, he will do things Thor won't.

Assumption number two – Mutants, wizards, and superheroes know about each other and have at least some data about the other. Thus, the history of the universe will be different than it is in canon, main events will be similar or same, but lesser ones will be changed.

Assumption number three – The timeline, for the sake of me not going mad, and for you to have a good read, will be changed - 2010 is the date of the Battle for New York, Harry is born in 2005, thus starting the story in 2013. Major dates will be kicked forward between twenty and thirty years, depending on how the event fits into the timeline.

Assumption number four – The Æsir, aka, Asgardians. Average Æsir will be much taller and stronger than your average human. In terms of magic, every Æsir will have some sort of magical ability, mainly shape-shifting, usually from one human form to another, as well as of basic runes and magic based on them. Heimdall, Harry, Loki, Frigga, and Odin and several other will have far stronger magic due to various reasons and it will manifest in various ways.

Assumption number five – Harry's character, he will be as easygoing as he is in canon, but he will also have a darker, more ruthless side as well as the ability to command and charisma that will slowly manifest as he matures. Remember, he is brought up as a Prince and potential heir to Asgard, which means learning how to play politics, how to fight, basics of espionage as well as how to control his temper.

Assumption number six – Famous Æsir and their character. Some will be based on Marvel, some on Norse Myths. Speaking about gods or immortals, Norse Pantheons and mythology won't be the only ones featured here. I plan to squeeze Egyptian and Greek mythology in here, as well as either Aztec, Slavic, or Japanese mythology. I will heavily use them when creating various monsters or mythical animal.

Assumption number seven – Technological level of Asgard - if they can forge weapons in the heart of a star, have robots the size of a house, force fields, Bifrost and many other things. We can assume they also have rifles/vehicles/assault crafts/fighters and so on. They just do not show they have them and keep them for serious war. The last serious war they fought was against frost giants eleven hundred years ago, and before that Dark Elves, five thousand years ago. We only saw glimpses of those wars, we can assume they have more advanced tech than fancy swords and shields.

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It was a peaceful and normal day in Little Whinging, Surrey, when pitch black clouds appeared out of nowhere, as if created by some unnatural force. They were swarming around one normal house under the address of Four Privet Drive.

As terrifying as it sounded, it was only an introduction to the true storm that soon started with lightning bolts flashing and thunder constantly rumbling, it also started to spread in all directions. They expected a usual day and instead, they had a freakish storm that came out of nowhere and was raging above their heads.

Sharp observers would be able to see that the eye of the storm was just in front of Four Privet Drive as the reason for the storm was calling that place home, yet it wasn't the cause of the storm. The cause of the storm was from a completely different world, where he was a deity and a rather pissed off one at that point; and he wanted to break some bones or smash some heads.

A bright beam of light formed on the front lawn of Privet Drive Four, and from it stepped four people. When they had arguments, the whole realm hid in fear. The moment they stepped out of it, nearby cars exploded in majestic fireballs, followed by postboxes that were nearby.

"I will kill those mortals for what they have done to my son," one of them growled, a giant warhammer in his hand. He was a hulking person that could intimidate, despite his long blond hair.

"Thor, calm yourself," a woman said from behind him. She gently placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "We all ache for what has been done, but this is neither the time, nor the place for a fight. Let your father deal with the mortals."

"Wise words, mother," added her second son as he looked at her and Thor. His brother clenched his fists as he tried to control his anger, which was on the verge of snapping into Berserker Rage.

The oldest member of the group with a golden crown on his head, armor covering his body, an eyepatch over one of his eyes, and a spear in his hand, stepped forward and opened doors into the house. He wasn't in the mood for talking. If not for the fact he didn't want to scare his grandson, he would have entered the building with his guards.

"Get out of my sight, freak!" He heard a woman's voice and saw a small child running out of the room. Odin easily recognized signs of the boy being an Æsir. He was malnourished and small for his age, especially for a child from the Royal Family of Asgard, but he was definitely his grandson. The woman quickly walked out of the room and stopped when she saw him standing in the corridor. Odin ignored her, and instead his lone eye landed on his grandson.

"Get out of my house, now!" she shouted at him. At the same time, two wolves came from behind Odin and started protectively circling the boy as they snarled at her.

"Freki, Geri, calm yourselves," Odin said, in a voice that commanded armies and caused fear in hearts of his enemies. "Are you aware who you just insulted? Your next words might be rather crucial for you, as I do not like people insulting my family, including my grandson."

"Vernon! Come here!" she shouted, and a man that looked more like a walrus barreled in.

"What is it, Pet?" he asked as he looked around, and his eyes landed on Odin standing in the hall, spear in hand, crown on his head. One that seemed relaxed, yet ready to strike, like a coiled viper. "What are you doing here?"

"Those freaks barreled in and threatened me without a reason! This man with that stick calls the boy his grandson." She explained looking at Harry and the man standing behind him with disdain and fear she tried to conceal.

"He is my grandson. I am Odin, Allfather and King of Asgard, and that boy is Harald James Thorson, son of my heir. As I have said, I will not tolerate further insult. I have struck down those guilty of lesser crimes." As he spoke, wind barreled through the house. He looked behind at his wife. "Frigga, if you would."

"Of course." She nodded, and for the first time, the Dursleys could see her as well. She had the same grace and power as Odin. While his power was one of war and destructive magic, hers was one of wisdom and healing magic. She gently placed her hand on Harry and pushed her magic to calm him down and see how badly he was damaged, physically and mentally.

Harry, feeling weird, yet friendly warmth, let Frigga guide him out. He trusted her because she felt calm and warm and familiar. He trusted she wouldn't harm him, but protect him from harm.

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"Now that my grandson is out of the way, let's speak," Odin said grimly as he looked at the Dursley's. His wolves snarled at them, showing their displeasure. "I've killed men, giants, even gods for lesser crimes than the mistreatment of my grandson, who is second in line of succession to the throne of Asgard after his father, Thor."

"You are nothing but a myth," Vernon yelled, somehow finding shotgun and pointing it at Odin.

"Am I?" Odin mused loudly as his eye landed on the shotgun. He snapped his fingers, and it was turned into a large tuna, which Vernon dropped onto the ground in fear. Shape-shifting was mainly Loki's forte, but Odin wasn't bad at it. "I think that proves my existence, and I suggest you believe it, before you dig yourself a much deeper grave."

"Hold on!" Vernon said as his shock wore off. "I did not invite you, so get out of my house and get your freakish grandson."

"Enough!" Odin yelled, slamming his spear into the floor of the room, bolts of energy circling it. "I have tolerated your useless bickering, but I have had enough of it. Loki, remove our presence from their minds."

"Of course, Father," Loki said, a large glaive in his hand and impressive horned helmet on his head. He looked as dangerous as Odin, but in different way. While Odin was brute strength, Loki was a cunning player, one that waited patiently and attacked when the time was right. He looked at the Dursleys, looking into their eyes and started muttering in the language of the Æsir as he glowed gold. There was a brief rush of air and it was done. They lost consciousness and dropped to the ground.

o-0-o

Frigga looked at Harry's small form. He calmed down in her presence, as if he had found warmth and comfort in her, which was possible as she was a Goddess of Family.

While she let him cling to her, she also gently looked through his memories. When she had, she wanted to murder those mortals. She never could imagine such an abusive home, and she was angry it took them so long to come down here, without causing an uproar from the other Pantheons. They still didn't like it, but at least they accepted it, as they knew an agitated Thor wasn't the best for business. The Greeks mumbled and protested viciously, but they had only small influence on Midgard.

She knew from the moment she touched him that he was a half-blood Æsir with a lot of Midgardian magic in the mix and there was something more in him, something she couldn't quite describe, yet she knew it was a good thing. Which meant a lot of interesting things could happen. Also for the first time in ages, the line of succession was clear which meant a lot of people were reevaluating their strategies.

"It is done," Odin said quietly as he walked out of the building and looked at Harry. "There is much of his father in him."

"Yes, though he has his mother's bearing as well," she agreed. "She gave him magic, while Thor gave him the strength of mind and body of the Æsir."

"Indeed." Odin nodded as he looked into the sky. "Heimdall, open the bridge! We would return!"

There was a bright beam of light that hit them and whisked them away from Midgard to the Realm of Gods, Asgard. Jewel of the Nine Realms, Seat of Allfather, those were a few of its numerous names and it was one of the most and well defended places in the known universe.

o-0-o

When Harry later remembered traveling through the Bifrost, he had trouble describing it as it was one of the best things he'd ever seen. He could see the birth and death of stars, civilizations and galaxies. He could see past, present and future as his Æsir genes reacted to it and woke up inside of him, allowing him to see Yggdrasil and other worlds as they changed.

"Where are we?" Harry asked weakly as they landed. He looked around and saw that they stood in the middle of a circular room, walls of which were covered in shields made of gold. Near them stood a black man clad in gold and silver armor, an impressive sword in his hands.

"You are in Asgard, home of the Æsir," he said, bowing lightly. "I am Heimdall, Guardian of the Bifrost. Welcome home, Your Highness."

"Your Highness?" Harry asked confused.

"You are my grandson," Odin explained as he looked at Harry. "Your father is Thor, though at the time he went by a different name: James Potter."

Harry looked at them, a mix of confusion and shock visible on his face.

"And he needs an attention from a healer or two," Loki said, his gaze slipping over Harry. "Some signs of malnourishment and few other things that need to be healed, including his sight."

"I'm fine," Harry huffed

"Well, we can do it your way," Loki said, and his eyes glowed for a second. Before Harry could say a thing, the spell took effect, and he almost crashed against the ground.

"Loki, you could have been more subtle," Frigga said as she easily grabbed Harry's body before he could fall.

"What do you mean, mother?"

"You know what I meant by my words," she said "That's one more spell to deal with when I heal him."

"Mother, how bad is it and should I know what they have done?" Thor asked.

"It would send you into a rampage" Frigga said, tenderly looking at her son. "Let me do this, for you and my grandson."

o-0-o

Harry woke to sunshine on his face. He blinked a couple of times and curiously looked around. Nothing was blurred and he could see everything down to the smallest detail. He thought that he still had his glasses on. He sat up and took a better look around, and saw he was in the biggest room he had ever seen. The walls of it were covered in all kinds of woods, most of them he couldn't even name. They were decorated with tapestries and paintings with rich, vibrant colors. In one of them, a massive tree was woven with greens and browns of every shade, and from one of its branches, hung the towering man that had called himself Odin. In his hands were stones inscribed with symbols – runes. In another, a picturesque spring landscape was woven with greens, yellows, oranges, blues and browns of every shade, and in the middle of it was a pair of massive wolves playing with each other.

He lightly shook his head and out of habit reached out to the bedside table and didn't find his glasses there.

"I see you are awake," said a woman sitting at his bedside, reading a book. She was beautiful and when he looked at her, he saw warmth and comfort in her blue eyes. It was a look totally opposite to one he so commonly saw in the eyes of his aunt.

"Where am I, and who are you?" he asked, and for the first time in a long time he felt safe and good.

"Asgard, home of the Æsir," she replied, looking at him. "I am Frigga, Goddess of Family. Your father is my son, Thor, but at the time of your birth, he was known as James Potter. As my husband-your grandfather-stated, you are Prince of Asgard."

"What?" Harry asked, looking at her wide-eyed.

"Yes, you are a Prince of Asgard and one of us, an Æsir," Frigga replied. "On the Bifrost, you saw Yggdrasil, the World Tree that connects the Nine Realms. A human would not be able to see it. There have been other signs. Do you remember how you ended up on the roof of a building when escaping?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, remembering when he appeared on the roof while avoiding Dudley.

"That was magic and your Æsir power. Your mother was a witch, quite a powerful one, and through your veins flows the blood of the Æsir. We are faster, stronger, more agile, more intelligent and extremely long living."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

"We live thousands of years, and while killing one of us is difficult, it is not impossible," Frigga waved her hand and conjured a metal ball. "Try to squeeze it." She handed it to him.

Harry looked at the ball suspiciously, his fingers flexing around it as he tried to squeeze it. He closed his fist around it, and to his surprise, he heard the sound of metal buckling.

"How?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"You're one of us," Frigga said as she looked at him, amusement and warmth flickering in her blue eyes. "A normal human couldn't do that."

"I guess you're right," Harry said slowly as he opened his hand, revealing the squashed piece of metal. "And I can see further and better than before; a lot better."

"Yes." Frigga nodded as she reached out and placed her hand on Harry's shoulder, who flinched at the touch. "You are one of us, child. You have your family."

Harry nodded, mulling over this new information and digesting it.

He reached out and hugged her. She returned the gesture and allowed him to weep out all of his misery and bad memories. He finally felt like he was wanted. It was the opposite of how he felt at the Dursley's, where his every sense screamed danger or threat.

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Later that day, Harry got out of bed and explored his room. It definitely looked different than any room that he had seen at Privet Drive. The whole far wall was covered in floor to ceiling windows. There were a pair of French doors that opened onto a balcony and terrazzo alive with blooming flowers and crawling ivy. A large fireplace crackled in the corner of the room, the fire a sharp contrast to surrounding black marble. The floor was covered in warm rugs, and he even spotted a couple of animal furs, resembling some sort of a large bear.

There were three sets of doors in the remaining walls, one leading into a bathroom, the second into a library. When he entered it, his attention was immediately drawn to walls covered in shelves for books and scrolls, some already filled, while most were still empty. A massive desk faced the shorter wall, a set of floor to ceiling windows behind it. In the corner he found yet another fireplace, and as he took a better look at the pillars, he saw they were covered in elaborate carvings.

He spent a bit more time exploring the rooms, and he discovered several sets of wardrobes and drawers as well a small table, with a bowl of fruit placed on it, in his main room. He curiously looked at the fruit in the bowl and a moment he decided to give them a try. He picked up one of them that seemed to look like an apple. As he bit it, juices and flavor exploded in his mouth. It was fresh, delicious, and all too soon, it was gone. Hunger sated for now, he walked to the drawers that were standing along one of walls.

The clothes that he found inside were comfortable and light. They felt like they were seeping between his fingers when he grabbed them. His breeches were dark brown, the shirt red with gold embroidery along the shoulders. After he dressed, he found a map on a small table. On it was a message that he could use the map to find whomever he needed. It was written in runes, yet he didn't have a single problem deciphering them.

o-0-o

"When shall we introduce Harry to our nobles?" Thor asked as he looked at his father and brother. He wanted to see his son, but Frigga convinced him to let her explain a few things first.

"Politically, it would be wise to do it as soon as possible," Loki said, "but he needs to heal from what the humans did to him. There are also the duties of the Prince to learn, and appearances to consider."

"You were both introduced when you were eight, but he won't be prepared in two weeks time. Yuletide is six months from now; we could introduce him during the festivities. It would allow time for his power to grow," said Odin as he looked at his sons

"He will be incredibly powerful," Thor said as he looked at them, "He is an Æsir with full access to magic. Lily wasn't weak and from what I recall her family wasn't weak."

"Yes," Frigga agreed, as she entered with Harry, he seemed to stay close to her, as if he was afraid of his surroundings and unsure of what was going on. He looked around until his eyes landed on Thor. "Yes," she softly said as she looked at Harry and Thor. "That is your father, Thor."

"He looks a lot like I used to look." Thor said and his whole body shimmered for a moment, in place of his blonde hair there were black hair and instead of his electric blue eyes, there were brown ones. Also his body shape changed, gone was a hulking man, in his place was a more lean one.

"Yes," Loki agreed with a smile, "Though, I am surprised you managed to change shape so swiftly. Last time you did, it was far more amusing."

"Could you not embarrass me?" Thor asked with some amusement and got up from where he was sitting with his brother and father. He walked across the chamber to the spot Harry stood with Frigga.

"You may not remember me, but I'm your father," he said kneeling in front of Harry. "We couldn't reach you on Midgard, which forced you to stay with the Dursley's."

Harry nodded, though Thor could see some tears swelling in his eyes, but he also saw in them toughness that he wouldn't expect to see in the eyes of such child. He didn't want to think about what his son had suffered at the hands of those creatures. On Asgard, children were nurtured and protected as they were rare. So for him injuring or abusing a child was a thing that he simply couldn't understand.

He reached out and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, who flinched and tried to back off, but after a moment he stopped and let him embrace him. He was careful not to crush his bones, as he knew that he could the second he stopped controlling his strength.

"It isn't a dream, is it?" Harry asked after a moment.

"No, it isn't," Thor smiled "We are your family, Harald James Thorson." When he said last words Harry looked up at him. "That's your true name when on Asgard," he explained quietly.

He let Harry out of the embrace and took a better look at him. He could see signs of malnourishment and abuse even magic wasn't able to remove outright. Thunder rumbled above the room, and he saw Harry glance towards the ceiling. Thor smiled lightly when he saw surprise and shock in Harry's eyes rather than fear.

"It was me," he said and Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

"It's cool," Harry said.

"One day you may be able to do the same," Odin added from the side.

"In a distant future," Thor said, "For now I think it best you grow accustomed to being here," he looked at Harry and saw him nod. He slowly stood up and Harry followed him. At first he was a bit reluctant, but after a nod from Frigga, he went more eagerly.

o-0-o

Frigga tried not to glare at her husband as Harry and Thor left. "We should have gone to Midgard sooner." She almost spat out the words.

She could see Odin flinch. She rarely used such a sharp tongue, but when she did, she had good reason for doing so. "We should have, yet it was impossible."

"Impossible for you?" she asked. "For the Skyfather, member of the Council and one of the most powerful rulers in the known universe?"

Odin was silent for a moment, before he turned to look at her. "We both know that even my power is limited, and the Greeks have claimed ownership of Midgard for some time."

"As if you care about Zeus or his opinion," she said, her eyes burning with anger, "What are you hiding from me?"

"Someone managed to obscure Heimdall's vision, and it forced me to use other means to locate where Harald was hidden."

Frigga arched her eyebrow and looked pointedly at Loki. "Could a Midgardian human block Heimdall's sight?" she asked and watched her son's reaction. He knows, she thought, when she saw he didn't even blink.

"While a difficult task to achieve, it would not be impossible," Loki said after a moment, "Their understanding of magic is crude, but they can be clever when they wish. This seems to be one of those bursts of creativity."

"So you had your Ravens, our best trackers, and sources in other pantheons," she said and glared at Odin. "Explain to me why it took so long to check one island, a small one."

"They could not find him, at least at first," Odin admitted. "If I had a choice, I would have joined them, but the Olympians were still a problem. Zeus is not the most reasonable man. He was found by accident by Lord Ullr and Prince Hrimhari."

She nodded, still unhappy. She conjured them a small table and a couple of goblets, full of wine. "His education needs to be discussed, as soon as possible," she said sitting down.

"Of course, mother," Loki smiled slyly and picked up a goblet. "What about his mental health and acceptance of us as his family?"

"He forgave our absence in his life, or at the least he is willing to accept our presence now," Frigga said as she sipped wine and looked at Thor and Harry who stood few paces away, talking quietly. "It allowed him to clear his mind of the venom."

"He seems to be calmer than he was before. I'm curious how well he'll adapt to being treated with the honors bestowed upon a Prince," Loki mused.

"Children adapt quickly, and he has already shown an ability to adapt greater than most ," she said, "I needed to show him he has our strength and couple of other things. Introducing him to nobles will take some time, but we can do that slowly. Ullr has a son a year or so older than he is. They might be good friends. It may also help him heal wounds in his mind."

"I was planning on talking with Ullr to be one of his tutors," Odin mused, "He has seven children, so he will know how to approach him. He was always a good at explaining things to people."

"What about Heimdall, who was mine and Thor's tutor?" Loki asked

"Heimdall, yes," she said looking at her husband and son. "He needs to start trusting us, and too many might overwhelm him. I will begin his magic tutelage, but he will need to return to Midgard when he turns fourteen."

"Why?" Loki asked. She suspected he knew the reason, but was hiding it well. He was one of few she had trouble reading.

"Hogwarts," Odin said. "They teach a magic different than our own, and he will need their help to harness that power. Our magic, like the rest of wandless magic, is wilder, harder to control, and far more deadly. Magic using wands is more organized, delicate and precise, far more in fact."

"Yet, I am God of Magic," Loki said in protest. "I was the one to create Hogwarts.

"Yes, you were," Frigga agreed, "But he also needs to make friends on Midgard as it is part of him, just as being a frost giant is part of you. He needs to meet people there and make friends inside the magical community there."

Loki flinched at the mention of his giant heritage but nodded. His logical side quickly agreed; he was always one that calculated the odds and thought before making a decision.

"It's still over six years away, and we have more pressing matters to concern ourselves with," Frigga said

"I will teach him the basics of politics and diplomacy," Odin said looking at them, "But I want you Loki to teach him the darker side when he is ready for it."

"Makes sense," Loki said, "I would be best suited, as I am the one responsible for our spies keeping up with our allies, enemies and the neutral realms.

o-0-o

Harry stood on the balcony of the Citadel and looked around, he had troubles believing that the city sprawled below and around it looked so beautiful. In the distance he could see a dome where Bifrost was and the gate to Asgard. From there led a wide alley that ended at the front of the Citadel. Along it were built houses so huge that he had troubles believing that they were real. Yet there were also buildings so tall that as he looked upwards he could see tops of them disappear between clouds, as he looked at one of them he felt a bit dizzy from looking upwards. He shook his head and his gaze once again swept over the city, registering things that he previously missed. Lush green spaces between buildings, a ring of tall snow-capped mountains in the distance and objects in the air. It looked like a paradise, golden material covering buildings and light reflected by them caused it to shine in hundreds of colors and thousands of shades of them.

"All of this will be mine?" He asked, standing near Thor, trying to cope with the fact that he had a family.

"Yes," Thor said as he looked at Harry. "This and more, but that is a distant future. For, now focus on the fact that you have family that cares for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, though you will need to wait thousands of years," Thor said as he looked at his son, "We live longer, much longer. Æsir, as we are called, live for thousands of years, until eighteen or so we grow up physically and after that age of our body freeze."

"What?" Harry asked, not understanding what his father meant.

"I mean that even when two or three thousand years old, you will look as good as you will look when at eighteen," Thor said and frowned. "Though in your case it might be a bit sooner than that."

"Why?"

"Your mum was a witch, a powerful one at that," Thor said, "Given time, she would be a contender for the position of Sorcerer Supreme of Midgard, a sorcerer responsible for keeping evil away from it. The Royal Family of Asgard also tend to grow up a little faster. Mother showed you your true strength?"

"Mother?" Harry frowned, a little confused.

"Your grandmother, Frigga."

"Yes, she gave me a metal ball to squeeze, and I crushed it as if it was a paper."

"Indeed," Thor nodded. "Give it few years, and you will be much stronger. How strong, I know not, as each of us is unique. Think of it as a better version of human, faster, stronger and more agile. As mother probably told you, your mind will expand beyond that of an average human."

"Huh?" Asked Harry looking at his father.

"You will grow to be more intelligent, have perfect recall, and you will learn more quickly than you have until now. Some things will come naturally to you."

"Like what?"

"Physical activities and magic," Thor said. He didn't miss how Harry flinched at the word magic. "Yes, it is real," he said reassuringly, lightly ruffling Harry's hair. Harry tried to duck out from under Thor's gesture but failed miserably. "You should explore the Citadel and try to get as much sleep as possible as tomorrow will start early for you."

"What happens tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"It will be a pleasant surprise." Thor assured him. "One you'll enjoy."

Harry nodded and walked back to his chambers, trying to backtrack his earlier path as well as to memorize as much of a palace as possible. He felt like it was his true home, not that place with Dursley's where he didn't feel safe.

o-0-o

Albus Dumbledore sat in the high backed red chair behind his desk, carefully skimming an ancient text laid out in front of him. As he tried to keep his attention on his task, a high tinkering ring sounded. He glanced up, looking toward the table in the corner. There, his cauldron, bubbled madly, emitting plumes of smoke - red and orange, yellow and green, blues and purples and shimmering golds and silvers that filled the room. As he neared, the cauldron, his deluminator, faux glass and dozens of other instruments all shattered into dozens of shards, sending sparks of energy through the room.

He stood up and walked to them, he tapped them once with his wand and his brows furrowed as the smoke formed a sign he didn't see in several years since he was studying magic runes in Norway. It was the Hammer of Thor written inside of a Triskelion.

"So Asgard and Harry are somehow connected," he muttered to himself. "They were supposed to track down Harry and they can't work." He shook his head and vanished remains that littered the room. "So he is somewhere and I need to find out where, which means research. A lot of it."

He sat down and summoned a book from one of many bookshelves that were lining the walls of the office. It landed in front of him without a sound and as he looked at the cover of it, he noticed it was completely blank leather, without a single sign or letter written on it.

As he looked at it, on the outside he was showing his usual mask of confidence, as well as of knowledge and intelligence. However, inside he was a swirling vortex of emotions. On one hand he felt excitement, the likes of which he hadn't felt for ages. But he also felt fear and shock. He never expected Asgard to come out of their isolation, but after the last battle fought over New York, it was expected to happen, sooner or later. That was not the only thing that recently was happening, mutants were also becoming more and more visible, as well as becoming more vocal and violent in defense of their rights. He knew Charles Xavier and what the mutants were doing was only confusing him.

Fear because he disliked unknown factors appearing in the environment that was familiar to him and if Harry was a son of Thor, they would be taking a lot of interest in the happenings of the UK. It wasn't that he was an evil man, no. At heart he was a good one; a kind one, but he also liked to know what would happen and he liked it to be predictable.

He sighed and cut his musings. Instead he tapped the surface of the book in front of him with the tip of his wand. He muttered "Manifesto!" and watched as lines of symbols written in gold and silver appeared on the leather covering it.

With utmost care he opened it and his eyes darkened for a moment as he glanced at the two lines that were written on the piece of paper that was too young to be an original part of the book. It wasn't destroyed by the flow of time and looked too good to be from the age when this manuscript was written.

"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

We have a feeling that Voldemort gets closer with each day and this cannot fall into his hands, so we hope that you will use it better than we could do so. A quote from Shakespeare fits it, at least in our opinion and we hope that you will enjoy studying this book. Do not reveal what's written on those pages to anybody other than Stephen or Wanda, there are things hidden here, ones that shouldn't be allowed to fall into wrong hands.

— James Potter and Lily Potter on the day of 29th October 2006

As he looked at those lines he had troubles believing that it was so long ago, also he felt sadness that Harry was forced to live where he was living for the time since their death. He should have allowed Warren Worthington Jr take him, or even Fury, as any of them would make sure that he would be growing in a safer and better environment than he was.

Carefully, even tenderly, he turned the page over and the next one was much older than the paper one that was added by James, or at least the handwriting pointed as the one that did it. James' was full of flourishes and the letters were graceful, while Lily had one that was simpler and neater.

The next page looked and felt old, even ancient. It was made out of purple parchment and was covered in the lines of silver and gold letters. Each and every one was written perfectly in Ancient Greek; a language that was almost forgotten on Earth. "No wonder that they or at least James weren't willing to take any chances with this book." He muttered to himself, he felt the power and majesty with which every letter thrummed and he was impressed by it. It wasn't a power from this world.

His gaze landed on the two lines of text that were in the middle of the page. His eyes widened in shock when he translated and understood the meaning of them. "Genealogy of Gods, Family trees of Asgard, Olympus and every other pantheon, written by Lisymachus Ptolemaios, son of Ptolemaios Philadelphos."

As he turned the page over, inside he was filled with glee and excitement, he was a philosopher and researcher at heart. Studying each of books as this one was as exciting for him as was watching each generation leave walls of Hogwarts. The thing that he saw on the next page made his eyes widen in shock and surprise.

It was a massive family tree of all dynasties of gods, his gaze swept over the names that had been spoken with fear, respect and a great deal of reverence, even now not many dared to throw them around without a good reason. He saw 'Zeus', 'Horus', 'Amaterasu' and many more, written there. Lines between them showing their relations to each other, however he didn't focus on them. Instead it swept over to the name of the Helpful Titan, Prometheus.

His finger touched the parchment under the name of that titan and swept downwards towards one of his daughters and from there to Buri, Bør, Odin and finally Thor. The moment he touched the name of the Thunderer, underneath it appeared a flash of gold and new name was present.

"Harald James Thorson, Prince of Blood, Prince of Asgard, Jarl of Södermars and Black Forest," He read it and from the corner of his right eye ran a small tear. Sadness that he felt inside of his heart, disappeared. It meant that Harry was safe and sound, and maybe the most important, away from the Dursley's.

He closed the book and almost at the same time, through the doors leading into his office, charged, in Minerva McGonagall, she seemed to be shocked and afraid of something. "How may I help you?" He asked, curious what was the reason of her shock or fear.

"Harry, it's about Harry," she said, as she tried to catch her breath, it took her a moment before she looked at him. "He is gone from the Book and that shouldn't have happened unless he is dead."

"I know," he said, he saw look of fear appear on her face and he raised his hand "However I know that he is fine." He reassuringly added.

"Than where is he?" She asked as she looked at him, he could feel her eyes attempt to punch a hole through him. He knew her well enough to know that what she had on her face was a finely schooled mask and inside she was boiling.

"Somewhere safe, somewhere where he will be loved and away from Britain."

"Somewhere?" She repeated, as if she wasn't believing him.

"I can't tell you more," he reassuringly said, "But I can assure you that he will be back for Hogwarts when the time for it comes."

She was silent for a moment, but than nodded. "I'll trust you on it."

"Thank you," he said, "Can you not reveal any information about it?"

"So that Fudge won't find out about it?" She arched an eyebrow

"Exactly."

"I can," she said and swept out of his office. Her robes flaring in her wake.

He watched her walk out of the office and the moment she closed the doors, he turned his attention to the book in front of him. "If his father is Thor, it means that he will be half-Æsir," he said to himself, "And that means research." He walked to bookshelves covering the walls, there were hundreds of manuscripts here and he needed to find ones about deities and their powers.

It was going to be a long and tiring process, but be never stayed away from research. He enjoyed every hour spent on it. It reminded him of his work with Nicolas and Perenelle. They spent hours inside of laboratories and libraries, looking for things that only they knew about.

o-0-o

Tony Stark looked at the images of this weird storm front and frowned, there was something missing here. It also looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it before. Than it hit him, it was so obvious. "Jarvis, compare them with the images of the storm when Thor arrived to Earth for the first time."

There was a moment of idleness and on the display in front of him appeared image of a much older storm and in a completely different place. If they were natural they were going to be different. "They are identical, sir. There is the same size of the eye and clouds are spinning in the same direction."

"That makes things interesting," he said and muttered "Thor, what the hell you were doing in England?"

"Sir?"

"Nothing, Jarvis, " he said and frowned. He had a feeling that their lives just became much, much more interesting with Asgard appearing in them. He needed to ask Thor or Loki what was going on the moment they were going to appear back on Earth. They tended to be a bringer of surprises and things that nobody expected to happen. From what little Asgard technology he had seen, it was much more advanced than Earth was or would be in the next few centuries, if not millenia and even together with Bruce and Hank all they managed to get when looking at it was scratching their heads in confusion as they tried to find something they could understand.

o-0-o

Thor stood on the balcony overlooking the sea, he was worried. Worried if Harry would accept the fact of who he was and if he was going to be a good father for him. Even the weather reflected his mood quite well with waves crashing against the shore and a line of black clouds building over the horizon. Signs of an incoming storm.

He heard doors onto the balcony slid open and through them entered Jane Foster, his relation to her was a weird one. He loved her, yet he was unsure of marrying her. He knew that she felt almost the same about him. "Worried?" She asked as she walked towards him, she left a peck on his cheek and smiled.

"Yes, " he sighed and glanced at the sea, his electric blue eyes darkening.

"You fear about his reaction and if he accepts you?" She guessed.

"How?" He asked, turning to look at her.

"I'm a woman and it's not that hard to guess about what you are thinking," she said and smiled reassuringly. "He should be fine, if you are anything to go by, he is going to adapt to the fact that you are his father quite quickly."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"As sure as I can be," she said and paused. "He will need to adjust, but children cling to every warmth and safety they can find. If you show that you care for him and love him, he will accept you into his life."

"What about us?" he asked, changing the topic and she looked at him.

"What what about us?" She repeated, arching an eyebrow.

"You know what," he said with a smile, "Our relationship and him."

"I don't plan on breaking it off simply because you had a son with another woman," she said seriously and added, even more seriously "She's dead and it happened, so I won't cry over the spilled milk. Someone needs to keep your temper and moods under control."

"Thank you, Jane," he said quietly. "It means a lot to me."

"No problem," she said and smiled. "It just got a lot more interesting than it had been."

"We will see," he said and looked at the ocean, "When he will turn fourteen he'll need to go to Hogwarts."

"What's that?"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is one of the many schools of magic that exist on Midgard, or Earth. As James Potter I went there and it was an interesting experience."

"You want him to taste the life on Midgard?" She asked

"Yes." He nodded "He is going to spend a lot of time there and Midgard is important for Asgard."

"It won't be a bad idea and he should enjoy it." She paused and looked at him. "You are going to introduce him to the Avengers?"

"Yes," he said and looked at the ocean, "Probably when he will be around twelve or older."

"Good idea" She smiled and looked at him "But for now, that is enough. Let him live and get used to being here and having a family. A family that doesn't scorn him, but loves and cares for him."

He opened his mouth and stopped before saying anything. Than he nodded and smiled. "You're right."

"I'm always right," she smiled and left a peck on his cheek. "I'll leave you as I see you need time to think."

He nodded and looked at the ocean. Sending a bit of magic towards the coming clouds, he banished them. He still was unsure about the whole thing with Harry, but he somehow knew that she was right on this one. However, only the future would show what would happen. Perhaps it was going to be just fine and all of his fretting over it would be pointless. With those thoughts, he looked at the blue, clear sky.

o-0-o

Odin nodded when a brown-haired and hazel-eyed Æsir dressed in a mix of leatherite and scale armor, with a sword at the side walked into a small audience chamber.

"Your Majesty," the Æsir said, kneeling on one knee in front of Odin. Showing him some respect and waiting for what his liege would say.

"Rise, Ullr," Odin said as he looked at the noble in front of him. "There is a matter that I need to discuss with you. A matter of grave importance to the realm and its future."

"Of course, Your Majesty, how may I be of help to you?"

"My grandson was rescued and he needs a tutor that will educate him about the Realm of Asgard and our customs," Odin said and regarded Ullr with a cool gaze and saw him nod in understanding.

"So you want me to be the one that will educate him about our culture and teach him how to be a Prince of Asgard?"

"Indeed, you are one that taught my sons," Odin said "You also have several children and my grandson needs friends here on Asgard to survive, and to become a Prince that I wouldn't have doubts about passing the crown to."

"It will be an honor, Your Majesty," Ullr said.

"Do not lose my trust."

"I won't, Your Majesty," Ullr said as he lightly bowed and walked out of the room, leaving Odin alone.

o-0-o

Harry looked around the room that was his and had trouble believing that it was his. It was huge. As he looked around it, it seemed to be bigger than the whole ground floor of Privet Drive. He sat down on his bed and pinched his nose, just to be sure that it wasn't a dream.

"It's real," he whispered to himself, the gaze of his bright emerald green eyes running around the room. It seemed to be too beautiful, too nice to be true. Before, he wasn't wanted, wasn't loved or even liked. Here it was opposite of his previous treatment.

He yawned loudly and it made him realize how tired he was. It took him a moment to find where his clothes were in the room. He changed into his pajamas and slipped into his bed. As exhausted as he was, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, eager to see what the future would bring him.