A/N: Thanks for the prompt to update! I've been very busy these four months and thus the delay. I enjoyed writing the fight scene and hope you will too!

"I had a chat with your king- Loki Odinson." Harry said casually, after they were done introducing themselves. "After you tried to pick up the hammer." Harry gave a smile seeing Thor wince. "Your transportation out of this planet has been arranged."

"Will it take me back to Asgard?" Thor asked with hope.

"I know not. Just that you will not be on Earth after two days." Thor nodded his head sadly, accepting. Harry grew thoughtful as he wondered what he could do next. He needed answers about the Hammer and of Asagard as well. Seeing he had time to spare and had only one loose end left, Harry gave a mental shrug and decided to talk a bit more with this guy.

"So… tell me about your world." Harry sat down on the dusty ground. Thor mimicked him and sat down with a sigh.

"There are three worlds that live in the same place as my home." Thor said with a warmth that Harry felt, a criminal could not have. "Asgard…. Vanaheim, Alfheim, and Nidavellir. They are connected to other worlds with the help of the world tree Yggdrasil. The other worlds are also connected through it." Thor drew figures on the ground drawing Harry's eye. "My home is the most magnificent of them all…" Harry smiled at him touched by the sincerity in his voice.

"Tell me more." Harry said drawn in, following Thor's adventures. As Thor recounted the places he had visited, Harry had popped open two bottles of beer. Thor didn't question where they had come nor did he seem to notice it.

"My brother is the one that has always managed to keep us four out of trouble." Harry nodded following around. Thor's brother, Loki seemed to be a Slytherin through and through. Not that there was anything wrong with being a Slytherin as Harry had learnt that the hard way. Things were not what they seemed.

It seemed that Thor was the reckless Gryffindor that charged into battles and wore his heart on his sleeves. And that was what that seemed to Harry, got Thor into this mess. From what he managed to piece together, Thor regretted not heeding his brother's advice. Harry too wondered if things could've been different if he had a level-headed brother to watch his back as well.

He didn't think about his past that often but a sad tale and a bottle a beer could certainly mellow one out. It also drew out that fierce Gryffindor in him that had captured the eye of the werewolves in America. Perhaps, that was the reason why they chose to stick with him with the time came to make a decision.

"What about the Hammer?" Harry asked, in the lull of the conversation. "I wish you could take it back." Harry asked moving on to the next problem. He really wished someone would take that thing away.

"Father has put the protections on it. It will be a futile effort trying to break them. I think he wanted me to learn something before I go… I could go back." Thor's eyes clouded over as he thought about the last conversation he had with his father. What a sorry last meeting it had been. Thor wished it could've been different.

"Your father must have been very wise." Harry stated absentmindedly. His thoughts were on the Hammer and how would one go about concealing without the world knowing about it. Harry settled on burying it deeper into the ground. So deep that the deepest fracking oil rig wouldn't find it. That is, if Loki did not do something about it.

"You have two days, Thor." Harry said, seeing the dawn approaching. "I wish the things had been different." He said empathetically.

"I thank thee for lending your ears to my troubles." Thor said, a bit tipsy. "I shall remember you wherever I shall go."

"Ah…Bye for now. Be careful." Harry said not looking back, moved by the troubles of Thor. He didn't dare look back lest he wound up helping the guy.

He slammed his car door hard and pinched his nose.

"He is not my problem." Harry said, trying to convince himself blaming one too many beers he had with Thor. All he needed was some good sleep and he would be back to his usual self, he thought as he had back to his hotel room.

Harry hit the bed, satisfied with the day's work. Thor would be going back with or without the hammer and he had just one thing left to do. Perhaps he could give Loki the location where he had hidden his Hammer? That would be a good way to get around any accusations or suspicion that Asagardians could have.

"Ungh..." Harry toppled out of bed. He blinked blankly at the figure who had woken him up. "Oh. It's you... What has happened?" Harry asked seeing reaper. The reaper as usual, pointed towards the window not giving a verbal response.

"Boss says...hurry." Harry turned around, seeing the reaper vanishing into nothingness.

"Well, that was a first." Harry said tiredly walking towards the window. It had been a glorious sleep, one that you remembered and treasured for years to come. He truly had, slept like a baby. "I can't see anything." Anything out of place that is. All he could see were buildings, which was well, normal. Everything was normal. Grumbling, he put on a shirt and put on a tie way up until he had to loosen it up a bit.

He figured that the problem could lie with Thor or the hammer, he thought to check up on former before moving on to latter. 'Should bury that thing while I'm there.' He thought. He apparated on top of a coffee shop and knew immediately what was wrong.

"There are four of them now." He said, looking down. "The warriors three." Harry said to himself, growing alert. He scanned the area for S.H.I.E.L.D's lookouts and found two who were looking back at him.

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before apparating right behind them, hitting them with a confundus charm. Confused by the power behind the spell, Harry plunged into their mind regardless. As he had expected, he had been caught and they were just about to radio in. The duo, shocked by his sudden appearance had not called it in instantly, but waited to see what he, Harry would do next.

To his relief, Harry didn't find more lookouts in the area. It was this kind of carelessness that Harry took extraordinary pains to avoid. If there had been more, then the possibility of containment would be extremely less. He could not realistically mind wipe the whole organization. Who knew how many people were in it?

And attacking a government body? Nope, that was the last thing that he would ever do.

He activated four runes clusters and found himself invisible and silent. This was what he liked the most. Hidden and unseen.

"Okay. I can still correct this." Harry said to himself, as his nerves settled. So what there was a small hiccup? They would still be gone in a day! All he had to do was to ensure-

"What? All-father isn't dead?" That was Thor. Harry listened as the women amongst them said something about sleeping.

Fuck. Loki had played him over. Meaning there was no transport for Thor out of planet Earth. Considering that he still was king, meaning that these four were now stuck on Earth.

Asgardians on earth. Aliens wielding real power were now on Earth! Harry could tell that they were no pushovers.

'If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.' Harry shook his head, regretting ever reading Murphy's Laws. He didn't need this right now. He needed a way out of these mess.

'If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which a procedure can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop.' His mind provided another.

Sure enough, a funnel opened up in the sky dropping down something heavy. As the dust cleared, Harry could clearly see what it was.

The shock took only a moment to dissipate.

"Did he just send a killer robot to…?" Harry could not believe his eyes. The obvious answer was to take care of the four Asagardians that were here. But in United States? The one country which took threats like this very, very seriously? The one country which had the will and the intelligence to rise up to any given challenge?

"Dammit!" He said softly, while in the inside a much more colorful language was cursing Loki for sending making this job FUBAR. As his mental rant continued, he resigned himself to the inevitable conclusion.

He was going to have to fight that thing. 'Blame it on Tony.' His mind provided one last, desperate solution. But who would believe something as crazy as that? The people in charge of making decisions would know where this thing had come from. There was no question about it.

Either way, S.H.I.E.L.D would know about other distant powerful civilizations and would inevitably confirm that he too was like them. Or something along those lines.

"I do not have the power. I shall help in-Harry!" Thor broke mid-sentence. "Come! Help me in shepherding these people to safety!"

"We will hold it back." The man with the red beard said boisterously, covering up his nervousness.

"Can you defeat it?" Harry turned to face the three, knowing the answer before they could say it.

"We'll hold it back." The lady asserted, "With all that we have." Said another, who had a black half-sleeve armour nodded, determined.

"It doesn't matter." Harry said, resigned. He'd have to take that thing on his own.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN'T MATTER!" Thor boomed. "LIFE IS PRECIOUS NO MATTER WHAT!"

"Yeah. You four do that." Harry said, not in the mood to explain as his holly and phoenix feather wand appeared in his hand. Sif's eyes widened as she saw this but before she could say anything, Harry had dissapparated with a loud crack.

"You are using unregistered weapons technology! Identify yourself. Here we go." Coulson said turning behind, giving a quick look to others.

"Get out of here Coulson." Harry said, resigned. He waved his wand, just in time to deflect a deadly fireblast his way.

"What…" Coulson said, uncomprehendingly. "I'll deal with this." Harry said, sounding more certain."

The destroyer, which Loki had it possessed with a hunter's spirit turned his attention towards a new enemy. The destroyer pushed back its hand preparing to punch this human, to mush.

Harry quickly raised another shield, thinking quickly of putting this thing down. He did not want to be on the defensive for any longer. Who knew what kinds of tricks this thing had-

A blow to the face stilled any and all thoughts that Harry had in this mind. The force from the punch threw him back, making him land hard on the car's windshield. The bullet-proof glass held its place and Harry slid down, disoriented.

What just happened? His rune cluster was not working anymore and his wand had disappeared back into his holster. He had to manually take it out, seeing that it had stopped responding to gestures.

Something angry and burning pooled at the center of this abdomen. The pain only made that burning pit hotter.

How dare it punch him in the face? With a snarl, he fired four blasters each with more power. The robot stumbled back, two steps but kept its balance. Harry couldn't believe this. His spells hadn't done anything except make that stupid tin-can move back.

The robot didn't wait for the tiny man to shoot any more light beams at it. The gaps between interconnected discs colored yellow, pooling fire from somewhere and shooting a quick laser-focused fire at him.

The blast missed him by inches and Harry felt angrier than ever. If that tin-can wanted to play with fire he would get his due. He summoned fiendfyre, taking the shape of dragon, which would should've made alarm bells ringing in Harry's head.

The destructive fire, known to burn out of control at the slightest shift on one's attention had all the fuel it needed from the caster's sheer rage. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction when he watch that the robot wasn't doing anything to fight off flames. The sand had turned into glass in the area surrounding the hulking metalloid. Harry found his satisfaction slowly dissipating when there wasn't a hint of damage on it.

It dawned on him, that perhaps direct attacks to it were not the way to go about trying to defeat the thing.

'Would using water be any better?' he thought and slowly dismissed that idea as well. The thing was at it again, blasting away fire in a long drawn out shape. Was it learning from him? Harry wondered.

Thinking on his feet, he decided that the best course of action was to fill it with sand. Take away that element the thing had somewhere inside. With a flick of his wrist, the sand was in his control letting him weave through fire and into his mouth. Slowly but surely, the fire stopped and that thing let out one fine blast of fire before it choked up.

Just as he was about to think how would he dismantle and break this thing down, the interconnected discs started spinning letting all the dirt out through. It was something to see all the little discs spitting out sand from everywhere. Knowing what would happen if he let the thing attack, he turned the ground to quick-sand letting it sink it a bit. That fire in his stomach was back now and Harry had an odd urge to beat that thing with his bare hands.

He ignored it in favor of dropping something really heavy on it. Interestingly, he noted that fire inside his belly agreed with that proposition and that urge was back. What a delight would it be to do so?

Harry knew he had to go all out and didn't think getting frugal on adding material to the now hovering ball above in the sky was appropriate. Cars were already in it and so was the chunks of rocks mixed with glass. Seeing that mountain peak at the distance made Harry smile a bit. Watching it getting cleaved in half made it wider and seeing it getting mixed with the already big ball in the sky made his face split in two.

He watched back to the few agents where still standing taking it all in and said, "You know what gonna happen next. Run. Help the civvies evacuate the city. Make yourself useful!" He was in his element. This was the control and dedication he had mastered to play Voldemort like a string, letting him loose on Dumbledore while he sat back and watch the whole shit show go down.

With a downward flick the giant ball crashed on top of the struggling metalloid. The warriors three, who ran across the town had reached to that open ground when the dust and the debris flew at them. An earthquake rocked through the town and through the neighboring states.

Thor paused as he felt tremor and looked back to see a cloud of dust at the place where his brother had send the destroyer to kill him. He had learnt a lot of things in past hour, ushering young and old alike to safety. It taught him that life was precious no matter what color or race and the value of saving a life rather than going head first into battle killing and enjoying it. It taught him to respect small things and people and the true reason why he should fight.

To protect rather than to teach someone a lesson.

Thor raised his hand high above, feeling that lesson settle down in his bones. A tear fell down when he felt the hammer respond to his call. Immensely grateful for the lesson he had learnt here, he was ready to fight- to protect.

The destroyer was called that for a reason and no amount of parlor tricks were going to take it out of commission. Just before the humongous rock descended, it had already started spinning his upper torso. The dust had blocked any sight that might give his prey a chance to figure out what was going on. It was able to drill through the rock and come out relatively unscathed.

Harry felt the rock split and gave a sigh. His attack had not destroyed the thing. There was one option left and acknowledged that it had to be done. It was frightening to think that Asgard had this kind of magic.

He let his wand fall which vanished before it hit the ground. He touched his chest remembering the symbol of Deathly Hallows and thought about the wand. The beaded wand appeared in his hand and he was flooded with raw cold power. That fire in his stomach had all but vanished. His eyes darkened a bit and his wand sang.

Whom shall it destroy today?

It was a lot like getting into a super-car; once you drove a car with that kind of power, you couldn't go back to your Prius.

The slight doubt Harry had if he could actually defeat that thing faded away. He pointed the wand at the thing slowly rising to its full height and watch it get lift high up. There was no incantation needed- not even a silent one that he unconsciously did when performing half wand motions. This was pure- unfiltered power letting things happen. He could hear creaking of metal under extreme stress and Harry gave a sinister smile.

The destroyer got ready to fire that creature who was being unusually resilient against him when Harry crushed its face. Sif who was watching the man perform extraordinary feats of magic was taken with the heroics of that young man. The other two were just staring in awe of what this man was capable of doing. Suddenly, a hammer whizzed by destroying the destroyer. In the midst of the storm and the lightning which had come out of nowhere and Thor landed on the ground dressed in his full regalia.

"I thank thee, Harry son of Blackness for holding the destroyer back. From now on, you can count Asgard as your ally. Heimdall! Take us back!"

Things happened really fast from that point. Agent Coulson came running to them but stepped back when the rainbow light hit the Asgard crew. And then, they were just gone.

"The fuck?" Harry blinked not comprehending what had happened. He wanted to give a warning to those people who thought they could just drop a killer robot and give out their alliances. Who that hell they thought they were? His attention was drawn to the ground where a complex pattern had gotten embossed by the Asgardian way of travel.

The light cleared and the sky shifted back to its original position. Harry was just too busy looking at the ground to be concerned about anything else. Not even concerned about Agent Coulson walking fast towards him. Scrutinizing the pattern on the ground he laughed inside why he did not see this before. Perhaps it was the elder wand that made him see this or that teleportation technique that Asgardians had used. But he could see that hidden key and annotation in Norse runes depicting journey which was fading away fast.

"Mr. Potter. We need a briefing about what happened here." Coulson said as calmly as possible.

Harry looked up, wand and locked on to that symbol the words at the tip of his tongue and said, "Sorry Coulson, some other time."

With that Harry Potter was gone.

A/N: Thanks for reading.