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The old man sat at his desk, sucking on his lemon candy while twirling a strand of his beard hair. The Squib he was "courting" sent him the daily newspaper for Little Whinging, Surrey. He had to keep track of the last Potter spawn after all. Taking a sip of his bourbon laced tea, he opens the newspaper and spits out his drink all over the paper. "Local businessman brutally murdered in London carpark, leaving wife and child." He read to himself.

"FUCK!" the old man swore. "Only one child was mentioned," he thought. "FUCK!" he moaned, "this means I gotta take Figgie on a date to see if she has more information on the brat!" The old man proceeded to bang his head on his desk, the portraits in his office whispering to each other.

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"My Lady." Nemesis came out of Remus's room, where she had been watching the Wild Hunt. "This mortal wants revenge on her husband. Revenge for bringing strife into their home. Revenger for attacking her sister's son. But mostly revenge for cheating with his secretary."

"Humm…" Hera said, tapping her pointer finger on her lips, "Nemesis, as Goddess of Revenge, I think you should help this mortal."

"However, that would leave me with two shieldmaidens and you only with one." Frigga joined in, "Sandraudiga, you will go with Nemesis and Petunia."

"Excellent choice, now we have equal numbers again," Hera said, clapping her hands.

"My Lady? May Apollo and I see the baby now that he is sleeping, we want to run some diagnostics on him." Eir asked as she and Apollo came into the room from where they had been consulting in Harry's bedroom.

"Oh, yes, you may," Frigga responded, handing Harry to Eir. "Sandra…" Frigga crooked her finger at the shieldmaiden and whispered to her. (Terrahsims, (2020). The Littlest Asgardian, Archive of Our Own.)

"I need you to stay on Midgard and be Harald's bodyguard while he grows up. Odin will remove all our memories of the baby in a bid to hid him from us. Please teach him our language, culture, fighting style, everything a Prince of Asgard needs to know. He won't be alone forever. I have seen our reunion in the future. Go with Nemesis, so you are out of Odin's eye when he comes." Frigga whispered her instructions to Sandraudiga.

So, at this moment, Sandraudiga sat in a window seat in a room that the Greek Goddess Hera had set up to mimic baby Harald's suite of rooms on Midgard, which mimicked Prince Loki's suites on Asgard. The only difference was instead of one suite on the left for baby Harald and one suite on the right for Remus, there were now two suites on the right: one for Remus and the other for her. Sandraudiga hated it. Yes, her rooms here on Olympus were more beautiful than her small apartment in Asgard. Still, she hated her job, being a bodyguard to a toddler, "yugh!" she thought, "nothing worse than a toddler, noisy, smelly, little animals; always underfoot and never listens." At that moment, the toddler she was thinking about letting out an ear-piercing scream of delight as he was playing with the kitten that Frigga had gifted Harry with the tear of mourning that fell right before Odin attacked the royal family.

Harald wanted to know what the name of the cat was in Asgardian, instead of naming the cat a name…he called the cat, cat, or rather, Skogkatt. She couldn't believe that the baby was able to pronounce the word in Asgardian as well as he could mainly when Remus spoke only Midgardian English to him, it just went to show how often the Queen defied her husband to visit the "Little Monster."

Sandra closed her eyes and took a deep breath; they had been in Olympus for a little more than two weeks doing nothing. She might as well hunt down the "Little Monster" and start his instruction in the Asgardian language.

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At that moment, Remus was trying to hunt down the Queen of Olympus. He wanted to discuss Harry with her. They had been here for two weeks, and as it was summer holiday, Remus had spent the entire two weeks with Harry, but in two weeks would be the next full moon, and as a werewolf, Remus refused to infect anyone. He didn't know what would happen if he turned while in Olympus. He assumed that Sandra would look after Harry during the full moon, but Sandra refused! "I am his bodyguard! I can't be watching for danger if I'm busy wiping his ass or busy giving him a bath."

Remus couldn't understand why she couldn't do both, but he wasn't a trained bodyguard, so what did he know, he was training to be a history teacher and school counselor. He liked both but didn't know which one to choose, surprisingly it was Petunia who mentions that he should train for both "more job opportunity," she said.

"Well, she wasn't wrong," Remus thought. Entering the throne room, he stopped on the edge of the room and looked around. Zeus was hosting some sort of…trial…hearing…Remus wasn't sure what was going on. It looked like two Gods arguing over..." was that a goat?" Remus thought.

"Enough!" Zeus roared. "It's a goat for Me's sake." Remus couldn't help it and snorted, Zeus looked over at him, "Even the mortal son of Fenrir agrees with me!" Zeus looked at both men long and hard. "If you can't agree with who owns the damn goat, then neither of you get to own it. Guards take the goat to the kitchen; it will become MY dinner tonight. Begone!" Zeus ordered the two men.

"Son of Fenrir, what grievance do you have for me today?" Zeus asked then took a drink of wine.

"Grievance? None, My Lord." Remus responded.

"Wonderful!" Zeus cried out happily, "Curia Deus is closed for this week, everyone begone! Son of Fenrir, why did you come?" Remus made his way closer to the throne as the Gods of Olympus, who apparently had a grievance for Zeus to settle left grumbling as they didn't get to be heard that day.

"My Latin is mainly used for spell work, but Curia Deus…Court of God?" Remus asked.

"God's Court," Zeus corrected, "similar to the medieval Baron's Court, where the serfs could make complaints, settle arguments, make payments to their liege lord."

"How come you don't follow a more…uhm…modern court system? I mean, we based our modern system on ancient Greece and Rome." Remus asked, embarrassed he might have offended the Greek God.

"HAHAHAHA!" Zeus laughed out, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Zeus said, noticing Remus's hesitation and pink cheeks. "I use this system because I have such a small population, like Asgard, there are only around 1,000-2,000 Olympians. I also am an absolute ruler who is prone to changing his mind. Like the goat, sometimes I give the rule of Solomon, which is what one of those men was hoping for. A free half-goat, well today, I had a headache, so he lost out, and I got a free goat dinner. I will probably invite the real owner and his family to dinner tonight and will compensate him for his goat I essentially stole."

"Would you like a headache draught?" Remus asked as he started to rummage in the messenger bag he always carried.

"Headache draught?" Zeus question…" APOLLO!" Zeus yelled out for the God of Healing, amongst other things.

Apollo stepped out of a portal, "yes, My Lord?"

"Have you ever tried a headache draught?" Zeus asked, waving his hand towards Remus. Remus handed the draught to Apollo, who opened the draught taking a sniff, then putting a finger over the hole he tipped it over, then tasted the small amount that was on his finger.

"I don't see anything wrong with it, would you like me to take it to see if it poisons me?" Apollo asked, and Remus just gasped at him in disbelief.

"If you have a headache, I can always go find a torpedo," Apollo said as he assessed Zeus.

"No, no, I would like to try the headache draught, it was offered in concern and good faith," Zeus stated, and Apollo handed him the draught.

"Torpedo?" Remus asked Apollo.

"A type of electric ray," Apollo replied.

"Huh…" Remus said as he just blinked in shock at the ancient form of healing the Olympians used. "I would have thought they would be ahead of us in healing.' Remus thought.

"ME!" Zeus cried out in excitement, "It works!"

"Me?" Remus questioned; the more he got to know the different gods, the more confused he was getting.

"I've heard you exclaim, Merlin…others say, My God." Zeus started, "well, I am the King of the Gods, so I said ME!" Zeus laughed at Remus, blinking his eyes and putting his head in his hand while shaking it.

"You would probably get along with James and Sirius swimmingly." Remus laughed.

"James? Sirius?" Zeus questioned.

"James is the name Loki was going by when he was born to Charlus and Dorea Potter." Remus explained before sighing, "Sirius is our best friend, he was thrown in Azkaban for betraying James and Lily, even though he is innocent."

"Son of Fenrir, do you have more draughts? Do they cure other things?" Apollo asked as he was still investigating the headache draught.

"Oh yes, we…I mean the British Wizarding society, we have many potions that cure many ailments." Remus said quite proud of his Wizarding heritage. "Oh, and please, both of you call me Remus."

"So, Remus…" Zeus said, slowly getting used to the forename. "Why did you come seeking me out if you did not have a grievance?"

"I was actually looking for your Queen," Remus said

"Why?" Zeus asked suspiciously, and Apollo hid a laugh with a cough. Remus just blinked, confused at the suspicion.

"In two weeks is another full moon; I need to find someone to watch Harry. I asked Sandra, but she insisted she is a bodyguard, not a babysitter."

"Sandra?" Apollo asked.

"Sandraudiga, the Valkyrie," Remus responded.

"And she is quite correct!" Zeus declared. "She needs to have her concentration 100% on her surroundings, not have it split by caring for a child," Zeus said, and Apollo was nodding his head in agreement.

"Hera and I will watch the little one while you go romping as a wolf." Zeus declared to everyone's surprise.

"You will?" Remus asked.

"Of course, we will," Hera said as she entered the room, holding Harry and followed by Sandra.

"Harry, you are supposed to be napping." Remus moaned.

"We will also watch baby Harald when you are in school," Hera said as she sat down next to Zeus on her throne with Harry on her lap.

"As soon as you left, he crawled out of bed and began playing with his cat." Sandra tattled to Remus, giving him a look.

"What school?" Zeus question, "you are still young enough to be in school?"

"Yes, Remus is going to University to learn to be a teacher," Hera said to her husband.

"How old are you, Son of Fenrir…I mean, Remus?" Zeus asked.

"Remus just turned 24 in the month of Mars," Fenrir said as he stepped out of Hel's portal.

"And he is Grandson of Fenrir and mortal, so at age 24, he is an adult," Hel replied as she held her hands out for a squirming Harry. Who upon seeing his big brother and sister, he started to squeal in happiness, causing several adults to flinch because of the pitch.

"Oi! Why did you run to Hel first little man?" Fenrir pouted as Hel snuggled Harry, moving away from Fenrir each time he started to get close to take Harry away from Hel.

"Miss Hel," Harry said as he snuggled his sister. "Okay, see Fen now," Harry said, motioning to go to Fenrir.

"Ha!" Fenrir said to his sister as he picked up Harry. "Did you miss me too?"

"No," Harry said, causing all the adults to start laughing and Fenrir to pout again.

"No?!" Fenrir said as he tickled Harry. "How about now? Did you miss me?"

"No," Harry said, giggling and squirming from being tickled.

"No?!" Fenrir started to toss Harry in the air then catching him, causing Harry to squeal again. "How about now? Did you miss me?"

Harry promptly threw up in Fenrir's face causing all the adults to laugh and Remus to whip his wand out and catch Harry as Fenrir was busy throwing up himself. Harry was gently lowered to the floor, and he ran to hid behind Remus's leg. Remus using is wand cleaned the sick up and removed the smell, making it smell like lemons. Fenrir bends down, "Harald…Harry? Little man, I'm not mad; come here and see."

Harry peeked out from behind Remus's leg, "Sorry, Fen." Harry whispered, "I missed you too."

"Can I have a hug?" Fenrir asked, and Harry slowly came out and walked to Fenrir, who gave the baby a hug then picked him up. "I'm sorry I made you throw up."

"Do again?" Harry asked mischief.

"No," Fenrir said incredulous, not wanting to be thrown up on-again while all the adults laughed.

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~ Thursday, September 1, 1983 ~

"Come on, Harry, it's time to wake up," Remus said as he sat on Harry's little bed, gently stroking Harry's hair. "Come on, little man, it's the first day of school for both you and me." Harry buried his head deeper into his pillow and blankets.

"Skogkatt, come help me wake Harry up," Remus said to the cat sleeping at the bottom of the bed.

Skogkatt came up to Harry and started to lick the little boy's hair, grooming it. The kitten, who was now as big as the little three-year-old boy, would send up a large, "MEOW," after every few licks.

Remus laughed, he couldn't believe the cat had actually listened to him. "Come on, Harry, wakey, wakey."

"Don't wanna," Harry mumbled.

"Come on little man," Remus said as he bent down and kissed Harry's forehead, today is the first day of school."

"School?" Harry said, interested in the word-school waking up slowly.

"Yes, remember you and I both have school today," Remus said, pulling the covers off a sleepy Harry and helping him to sit up.

Harry yawned big, "okay."

"Let's get you into the bath, so Queen Hera doesn't have a stinky Harry at the breakfast table."

"Not stinky, you stinky," Harry said, yawning.

"You are totally stinky," Remus teased, tickling Harry a little.

"No, you stinky McStink face," Harry said.

"Fenrir teach you that?" Remus asked, laughing.

"No, Uncle Ares," Harry said as Remus carried him to the bathroom.

"Wonderful, you're hanging out with the God of War when I'm not around," Remus deadpanned to himself, and Harry giggled.

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"Ah, Remus, come in I have saved a spot for Harald and yourself next to me," Hera said as she sat to the left of Zeus, who was at the head of the table. Across from her on Zeus's right was Ares. Next to Ares was Heracles. Next to where Remus would be sitting, Athena sat, and at the other head of the table sat Poseidon.

Remus helped Harry into the booster seat next to Hera and sat down himself. Sandra slipped into the room and stood at attention against the wall behind Harry. "Busy breakfast table today," Remus said as he sat down and started to fill Harry's plate with fruit, eggs, and toast.

"Yes, I know you have met many of the Greek Gods, but not all, at the table is all the Gods that I have asked to help me teach Harald in the first couple years, others will join as he gets older."

"Yes, today, Harry told me that Uncle Ares taught him to call people stinky McStink face," Remus said as he took a sip of his tea, Hera's eyes flashed dangerously as she looked to her son Ares as he and Heracles were laughing at the table. Zeus and Poseidon were holding their lips pressed tightly, trying not to join the younger gods in laughing, and Athena was like Remus hiding a smile behind a teacup. Behind Harry, Sandra snorted. Harry giggled at the adults acting silly while munching on a piece of fruit.

"So…" Hera said harshly before softening her voice as Harry jumped and looked at her questioningly, "Monday, Δευτέρα through Friday, Παρασκευή, Athena will teach Harald his letters in the English Alphabet, the Ancient Greek, and Modern Greek Alphabet. Sandraudiga, this would be a good time to teach Harry Asgardian language at the same time; over time, this will move from letters to grammar, then to reading and writing."

"Yes, Ma'am," Sandraudiga replied.

"After that, Harald will have lunch and a nap. Then on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday—Δευτέρα, Τετάρτη και Παρασκευή—after nap time, Harald will have physical education with Heracles. On Tuesday and Thursday—Τρίτη και Πέμπτη—Harald will have sword and weapon training with Ares."

"Isn't Harry too young for weapons training," Remus asked nervously.

"If he was a mortal or even a demi-god, yes, but Harald is a God, this is the perfect time to start teaching him." Ares responded, "don't worry, I will start out with wooden swords and poles before moving on to metal weapons."

"I'm not worried," Remus squeaked nervously, and all the Gods laughed.

"After physical education and weapons training, Harald will have another snack time and maybe a nap, but definitely a quiet time. He will then go with Athena to learn his numbers in English, Ancient Greek, Modern Greek, and Asgardian," Hera said before turning around to look at Sandraudiga, who nodded her acquiescence to teaching numbers too.

"On Saturday, Σάββατο, afternoon, I will take Harald and teach him how to swim," Poseidon said, cutting in excitingly, "and on Sunday, Κυριακή, I will teach him how to care for horses and how to ride a horse."

"Well, that all sounds wonderful and exciting. Hopefully, by the time Harry turns five, I will have graduated. I'm hoping to get a job teaching in Athens and can enroll Harry in a school there, so he is around children his own age." Remus stated as he finished up his breakfast. Checking his watch, he turns to Harry, "Hey little man, it's time for me to leave for school, you have a good day. Come here and give me a hug."

"Okay, Mumy," Harry cheekily replied.

"Mumy? You mean Moony." Remus said, confused, being careful to pronounce Moony for three-year-old Harry.

"Nope." Mumy." Harry giggled, and Remus looked at him in confusion.

"Well, you to act as his parental figure," Hera said, fighting the giggles herself.

"Well, yes, but I thought if he was going to call me anything, it would be Daddy, not Mumy," Remus replied as he picked Harry up and raspberries his cheek before giving him a hug goodbye.

"No, Dadfoot, Mumy!" Harry replied as he sat back down and slurped some eggs off his plate by putting his mouth on the plate.

"Manners Harry James Potter!" Remus scolded as he picks up his book bag completely missing Harry mentioning Padfoot. Harry just pointed to Ares, who was laughing so hard he fell out of his chair. Hera stood up and peered over the edge of the table at her son, rolling on the floor laughing.

Hera shoots Zeus a dirty look, "he is so your son!" she snarls, "Ares, Son of Zeus get off the floor and stop teaching Harald bad manners!"

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“FOUR!” Odin called out as he took a swing of his golf club. He had been invited to Midgard to play golf with the three Olympian Kings, a boy’s day out. The four Kings even had the pleasure of some beautiful meadow Dryads as caddies.  While on Midgard, he had a little surprise for Loki’s youngest, one he hoped the boy wouldn’t survive from.

“I really enjoyed watching the Wild Hunt that your grandson Fenrir hosted!” Zeus needled Odin.

“I missed it,” Poseidon moaned. “I really need to promote one of my people to Seer, but none seem to show a talent for it. Not since Ursula died.”

“I participated and thoroughly enjoyed myself. Good job, please let Fenrir know,” Hades responded, knowing full well that Fenrir and Odin did not speak.

Odin ground his teeth together, smiling with a false promise to speak to Fenrir taking a swing he completely fouled, and his ball wound up in the golf courses lake.

“Here, let me get that for you,” Poseidon said with a chuckle and a wave of his finger Zeus’s ball, and all the other balls in the lake came out and rested on the shore. “Oops, sorry about that!” The two other Olympians tried to hold their chuckles in…unsuccessfully with the dirty look, Odin sent their way.

“I must say,” Zeus continued, “you definitely have bigger balls than I do.”

“Oh?” Odin questioned.

“Yes, has your wife figured out you bewitched her and your children?” Zeus asked, and Odin spewed water that he had just taken a drink of all over the golf course.

“What did you say?” Odin postured dangerously but backed down when Hades and Poseidon stepped behind their little brother in support.

“Heimdall may have stopped the viewing of the Wild Hunt after Loki’s sister-in-law blew her husband away, but we and…I believe the rest of the nine realms continued to watch as Loki took what’s her name…” Zeus snapped his finger, turning his head slightly towards Hades, still keeping his eye on Odin.

“Petunia,” Hades supplied, knowing full well that Zeus knew her name.

“Right…Petunia, as Loki and Thor took Petunia home, we watched as Frigga gave Harald to Hera to care for, Hera was in the other room when you arrived packing Harald’s things, she threw up an illusion and shield and watched as your grandchildren threatened Ragnarök. Did you know Harald is living with us in Olympus? He calls Hera, ya-ya, which is Greek for grandmother. He has also started to call me papoo…”

“Have fun playing grandfather to the Little Monster!” Odin snarled as he walked over to the four Dryads taking his golf bag violently from one of the ladies, “And I mean that literally, I don’t know how he has tricked everyone, but he will be the death of Olympus. I won’t have him be the death of Asgard!” As Odin walked away, he magicked a shrunken, Asgardian Huggorm, into Zeus’s golf bag. “Heimdall, bring me home!” Odin ordered before stepping into the Rainbow Bridge.

The three Olympian brothers chuckled. “I wonder what he meant?” Hades asked, and the other two shrugged. “Thanatos, attend me,” Hades ordered, and the winged personation of death appeared.

“Yes, My Lord?” Thanatos questioned.

“Find the Norse Goddess of Death and ask her if she has a moment to answer a question for me.” Hades orders as he took his shot.

“Lord Hades, you wished to speak to me?” Hel asked, not even a full minute after Thanatos had disappeared.

“That was quick,” Zeus said, blinking at Hel.

“I was in the neighborhood,” Hel responded, and behind her, in the distance, the three Gods noticed a small commotion as one of the golf course’s patrons had died.

“Do you always collect souls yourself, instead of sending your Grim Reapers?” Hades asked.

“When they are rude and insulting? Yes.” Hel stated firmly, “plus that inbred piece of trash is a Midgardian British Seidrmenn who believes and worships the Norse Gods.” Hel sighed, “and, I was tired of him insulting my mortal descendants, the Potters, someone cursed the last of their line, and I am investigating it.”

“Was it him?” Poseidon asked as he teed up.

“No,” Hel replied, then turned to Hades, “what did you need to ask me?”

“Why is Odin so insistent that Harald is a monster?” Hades asked as he pushed Poseidon out of the way and set up his own golf ball.

“Because the Midgardian Seidrmenn who killed Loki’s Midgardian Seidr wife left a piece of his soul behind in a cut on Harald’s forehead. Odin appeared shortly after Harald was left on his aunt’s doorstep and felt the malevolence from that soul piece.” Hel said, and all three men stood and stared with their mouths gaping. Hades had swung, but the ball had bounced only a couple of feet.

“He did what?” Hades asked as he straightened up and looked at Hel.

“He is…unfortunately…one of my descendants, one driven mad by inbreeding and growing up in an orphanage during the London Blitz. He wants to be immortal, so he found Herpo the Foul’s book on how to make Horcruxes.” Hel said as she pulled the crystal that held the Horcrux that was in Harry out of an invisible bag at her waist.

“Herpo…I remember him, a Mageia, second-generation demi-god, his father was a son of Hecate, and his mother was a Lamia. He was always going to live longer than normal.” Hades said, shaking his head as he examined the crystal. “This was in Harald?”

“Yes, Frigga had me move the soul out of Harald into this crystal,” Hel responded as the other Gods crowded around and examine the crystal. “There are six others that I need to track down. Grandmother said Jormungandr can destroy the pieces.”

“Hmmm…that or cursed fire,” Hades said then handed the crystal back to Hel.

“Would you…” Hel paused, unsure of what she was asking, showing the teenager that she was, only when Hades raised an eyebrow at her did, she continue, “would you take his soul to Tartarus when it is entirely destroyed. I don’t want him in Nifheimr. He doesn’t deserve to be there with the rest of his ancestors. If you were going to bloody eagle anyone, he would deserve it.”

“Heard that, did you?” Hades asked with a laugh. Hel just cocked her eyebrow at him before she stepped into a portal and disappeared.

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“Heimdall,” Odin said as he landed on the Rainbow Bridge, “can you see into Olympus? The Little Monster is living with Zeus and Hera in Olympus.”

“I can, My Lord,” Heimdall said hesitantly, “but the moment I look, the Titaness Theia will be alerted and will alert Zeus of my spying. It’s the same if she were to look into Asgard; I would immediately know and let you know.”

“Damn!” Odin swore as he paced in the room. Heimdall watching his lord nervously.

“There is always someone on Midgard…” Odin murmured, talking to himself, “Heimdall, who do we have on Midgard right now?”

“Hödr and Baldr are both on Midgard right now in the American Southwest, learning to…hang glide,” Heimdall said nervously. “I am keeping an eye on them and will pull them out if anything dangerous should happen.”

“My blind son Hödr is hang gliding with my…retard son Baldr?” Odin asked dangerously. “Now, all we need is my deaf son to join them. How is it Loki is my only non-disabled son?”

“That word is not used anymore…the correct word is ‘on the Autistic spectrum,’” Heimdall corrected.

“I don’t care.” Odin said, “it’s the blind leading the blind.”

“They are both highly military-trained Gods.” Heimdall reminded Odin.

“They are useless for what I need, who else is on Midgard?” Odin snapped.

“Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr…” Heimdall started listing those Asgardians on Midgard.

“They don’t count!” Odin roared, “who else?”

“Lady Sif has a contingent of Shieldmaidens and Valkyrie on Vanaheim,” Heimdall said as he keeps searching for those, off-world. “Thor and the Warriors Three are hunting…”

“I don’t care, who else?” Odin interrupted, getting frustrated.

“Sandraudiga is on Olympus. The Titaness also just informed Zeus that I looked into Olympus. Sorry my Lord.” Heimdall said, worried about the young Valkyrie.

“Contact Sandraudiga and inform her she is to return home immediately. When she gets here, send her into my throne room.” Odin said, walking away. ‘Sandraudiga?” Odin thought as he walked away, “Why do I know that name…ah, a young inexperienced Valkyrie that I fucked against the wall once after a battle.” “Hmmm…” Odin said out loud. “She has always been respectful and given me doe eyes without becoming clingy afterward.” Odin thought as he skimmed over his other conquests over the years, including a wife or two.

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Sandraudiga stepped into Zeus’s throne room while he was playing with the Little Monster. He had just gotten back from golfing with his brothers and Odin and was sharing the temper tantrum that Odin had with the room full of Greek Gods. She frowned before adjusting herself to a neutral look and approaching the throne, “Lord Zeus.”

“Ah, Valkyrie, my Aunt Theia said your God of Sight was looking into Olympus,” Zeus said, eyeing the Asgardian, and the room became instantly quiet.

“Yes, I am being recalled home to speak with My Lord,” Sandraudiga said nervously.

“Then, swift travels,” Hera replied, coming into the room, walking beside the Greek Queen was the Asgardian Goddess of Death.

“Sandraudiga, do remember who you truly serve,” Hel said as she walked up to the Valkyrie. “Queen Frigga may have given you the order to be Prince Harald’s bodyguard, but it was with my blessing that you continue. Odin may call you to him, but you are MY subject, not his.”

“My Queen,” Sandraudiga said as she bowed to Hel and turned to leave. She could hear the Little Monster squealing as he ran into his sister’s arms.

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Zeus’s golf bag had been deposited in his private rooms, as a tiny poisonous viper slipped out of the golf bag, it grew until it was no longer small but 6 feet long and 2 feet wide and growing more. As it slithers out of the room in search of the prey, it had been compelled to attack it kept growing. §Ah,§ the viper thought, §here is the nest of the one the one-eye required me to attack and kill. I’ll just rest here till it returns to hibernate.§ The now 12 feet long and 3 feet wide viper slithered under the warm toddler bed and curled up to patiently await its prey.

“Come on, Harald, time for a nap,” Hera said as she picked up the yawning toddler. Hera carried a sleepy Harry into his room and tucked him in singing him a little song to help him sleep. Bending over, she kissed his forehead and tucked the drowsy toddler in. “Come, Skogkatt, let your boy sleep without becoming distracted by the thoughts of play,” Hera called out to the giant kitten who kept trying to investigate under the bed, at the insistence of the Queen he followed her out of the room as she closed the door.

Sitting down in the sitting room outside Harry’s nursery Hera pulled a new book out of her pocket, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A.N. Roquelaure. The book was the most erotic, raunchiest thing she had ever read, she most definitely didn’t read this where others could see her, as a Queen she had a reputation to uphold. Fanning herself with the book, she had just read something she didn’t know was even possible; she heard a noise from Harry’s room. Putting the book down, she got up to tuck Harry back in or soothe him if he was having a nightmare, she had forgotten to grab the monitoring crystal, opening the door Hera screamed in fear, “HERACULES!”

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Harry was asleep when he suddenly felt like he was being hugged. Liking hugs, Harry tried to hug whoever was hugging him back, but for some reason, he couldn’t move his arms. §Oh, so small and tasty. I wish I could eat you, but the one eye said only to bite. To poison. To kill,§ the viper said as he looped himself around the sleeping toddler.

§You can’t kill me,§ Harry said, opening his eyes, widening as he took in the snake.

§Oh, I most certainly can, Little Morsel,§ the viper said as he reared his head in a striking pose.

“HERACULES!” Hera screamed in fear at the open door to Harry’s nursery.

The viper hissed, rearing his head away from Harry to look at the Goddess, screaming in the doorway. §Stay away! This morsel is mine!§

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“You wished to see me, Your Majesty?” Sandraudiga purred to Odin as he waved her over, pulling her onto his lap while on the throne.

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Heracles was sitting in his chambers with his wife, Hebe, and their twins telling them about the young Asgardian prince and how much he reminded him of himself as a child. “I wish Chiron could train Harald as I was.”

“Why can’t he?” Hebe asked.

“HERACLES!” Hera screamed, making Heracles stand up and looking towards his wife before he rushed out of the room, Hebe and the twins hot on his heels.

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Heracles, Ares, Zeus, and a contingency of guards arrived in Harald’s sitting room moments after Hera screamed. Hebe and the twins squeezed in the room and promptly sat down, trying to stay out of the way. From where Hebe sat, she could see her mother battling a massive snake using her lotus-topped golden staff to keep a snake from biting the little Asgardian prince.

“Hera, get out of the way!” Heracles cried out as he attempted to enter the bedroom.

§S tay away! This morsel is mine!§

The snake reared up to attack the little godling, but Hel appeared and grabbed its head before it could strike.

§Stop!§ Hel yelled at the Viper. §Do you know who I am?§

§Lady Death§, the Viper, replied nervously. §Let go of me!§ the snake hissed as well as it could with its jaws held tight by Hel.

§No,§ Hel hissed back to the snake.

§My big sister§, Harry replied happily simultaneously, §can you let go now? Your hug kinda hurts.§

§Your big sister?§ the Viper reuttered fearfully.

§Yup!§ Harry said happily as the snake uncoiled itself slightly, its’ head still held in Hel’s hand. §Thanks for the hug! Are you my new friend like Skogkatt?§ Harry looked around for his Asgardian cat and saw his standing between the bed and Hera hissing, all his fur sticking up

§I’m sorry, but I’ve been ordered to kill the little speaker,§ the snake responded.

§Have you been ordered to hurt him? Or to kill him?§ Hel asked.

§Kill him. I don’t want to cause the little hatchling pain,§ replied the snake.

§The thing is, the boy you have been ordered to kill is an immortal Godling. You can bite him, hurt him, but you will never be able to kill him. Even our brother Jörmungandr could not kill him. You have been given an impossible task,§ Hel explained as she let go of the snake.

The snake sat there and flicked its tongue out. §Your brother is the Great Snake God Jörmungandr? Is that how you can speak the snake language?§ the snake asked, confused.

§Yes,§ Hel replied.

§And how does the hatchling speak the snake language?§ asked the snake.

§Jöry my brother too!§ Harald hissed and wiggled, still trapped in the snake’s coiled body.

§You are brother to the snake God?§ the snake hissed, flicking his tongue to Harry’s nose tasting him. The rest of the Greek Gods crowded in the doorway, and the other room sucked in a breath of fear. Tasting the Godhood on the hatchling, the snake reared back and uncoiled himself from the babe. §Why would the one-eyed God tell me to kill another God? I am not powerful enough to do this.§

§Because our grandsire is an abusive arsehole!§ Hel hissed back, and Harry giggled.

§Arsehole, Hel said Arsehole!§ Harald hissed and bounced in his bed clapping. Hera being one of the few Greek Gods who could understand and speak, Parseltongue slapped her hand to her face and groaned at the toddler swearing.

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Hel stormed into the throne room in Asgard with dozens of Asgard’s finest warriors trailing her. Of course, as an Asgardian Princess and Goddess, they couldn’t keep her from the throne room without the help of the royal family. However, at the same time as an immortal race, anytime the Goddess of Death appeared made the warriors nervous. They might be immortal, but they weren’t impermanent. Their bodies could be killed by something strong enough, powerful enough, but their souls would be forced to live in Niflheim Hel’s domain unless Odin called them to Valhalla.

“Your scheme failed, old man,” Hel said as she threw a giant dead snake that had been wrapped around her shoulders at Odin. Frigga was standing at Odin’s left-hand side while Loki stood two steps down at Odin’s right. Thor was nowhere to be seen; Frigga watched as Hel entered the room, her eyes going wide at the sight of the snake before she turned to glare at Odin.

“No matter. I will try again and again if needed,” Odin responded with a sneer ignoring his wife’s glare and Loki’s confused look.

“You will fail,” Hel replied as she turned and left the throne room.

“Father, what are you up to?” Loki asked as he started to clean his nails with a small dagger. “If you wanted someone assassinated, you didn’t need to send a serpent.”

“What I am up to is none of your business,” Odin replied hotly.

“You didn’t try to assassinate Hel, did you?” Frigga asked, glaring at Odin.

“BWAHAHAHA,” Odin laughed, “No. It is far too late to attempt to assassinate the Goddess of Death. No only another death God would even have a chance.”

“And they all love her,” Loki said with a smile while he bent over to study the dead snake. Then, poking it with his dagger. Frowning, Loki waved his hand, the dead snake disappeared, and he retook his place at Odin’s side while Odin resumed his version of Guds domstol or Court of God.

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Frigga rushed into the infirmary and waved her hand at Eir; not only was she trying to get her twin sister’s attention, but she was running a diagnostic on her. Eir looked at herself glowing; knowing what that meant, she waved her hand at Frigga and saw she too was glowing. The two women silently left the main room for Eir’s office where they could and would put up protection charms, anti-eavesdropping spells, and some heavy-duty wards to keep anyone…cough…cough…Odin, out. Something wicked was afoot in Asgard.

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Sandraudiga entered Zeus’s hall, where a Rhapsodes was telling the Greek Gods of Olympus the story of the Little Godling Harald and the vicious Viper. A Heraclesian trial of a baby versus a snake. According to the Rhapsodes, Harald killed the snake just as Heracles killed his. Sandraudiga looked over to where Hera was sitting on the throne with the Little monster on her lap and was surprised to see Hera blushing in embarrassment. Odin had decided with the new knowledge that the baby was a Godling that he would back off the assassination attempts for now and that Sandraudiga was to return to Olympus to be his spy. Of course, she was to follow Frigga’s orders and teach the Little Monster, but at least she now had the reward of becoming Odin’s mistress.

That wasn’t to say all assassination attempts were gone, but Odin would have to be more circuitous.

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Earlier

§Little hatchling, I want to be your friend, but I need to go home now. I have my eggs that I should be sitting on and protecting,§ the snake hissed.

§I will take you home, but first I would like to make a copy of your body…your dead body, so Odin doesn’t go looking for you and punish you for failing,§ Hel replied.

§That is most wise, Lady Death. After my eggs hatch, I will take my hatchlings and move to a different location. Then, if he comes looking for me, he won’t find me,§ the snake responded.

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Loki trembled as his Frost Giant girlfriend told him that their sweet little girl was barely out of her toddlerhood at 1,500-year-old summoned by the Norns; of course, being only 1,500 years older than her, he wasn’t entirely considered a teenager yet either. “Stupid immortal aging system,” Loki thought.

Loki started to hyperventilate later that same day when his mother said to him that the Norns had beckoned all Gods to meet at the well of Urd that a new Goddess would be declared. His little girl was to become a full-fledge Death Goddess; in some ways, he was terrified. In others, he was ecstatic. He had long suspected his father of trying to murder Hel, but as a Death Goddess, he would be unable to kill her; only another Death God or Goddess could kill an avatar of Death, despite what his father thought.

Thor had made fun of him hyperventilating, “What a mess you look, Loki! That is so not what a Prince of Asgard should look like.”

So Loki decided a little payback was in order. Turning into a snake, he laid on the road he knew Thor would travel to get to his…their weapons training class with Tyr. The sun felt so good Loki almost forgot why he was there. Knowing Thor, Loki knew his brother would pick him up; Thor loved snakes. The big goof. Thor did just what Loki expected and picked him up. Suddenly Loki reverted to his Asgardian form, being held bridal style by Thor before he raspberried Thor on the cheek, getting him as slobbery as he could then stabbed Thor in the side. The look on Thor’s face was hilarious! “Oh, no!” Loki mocked as a group of soldiers walked past, chuckling at the two princes. “What a mess you look, Thor! That is so not what a Prince of Asgard should look like.”

“LOKI!” Thor screamed and took off chasing his little brother. Tyr was not pleased with the two princes when they finally showed up to weapons training.

Loki shook his head; it did not do to dwell on old memories. There was something odd about this snake. It reeked of Hel’s magic. Of course, it was dead, so it should reek of death but still…

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“Sister, what has your husband done now?” Eir asked irritably, not liking that her brother-in-law had bespelled both her and her sister.

“I don’t know, run a thorough diagnostic on me, and I will run one on you, hopefully together, we will figure it out,” Frigga replied.

“Your husband has been acting odd since he returned from trade negotiations with the Eternal Thanos and his war-munchers,” Eir argued as she looked over the scan she did of Frigga.

“War-munchers?” Frigga questioned and laughed at the same time.

“Well, they are! Nothing but a bunch of homicidal maniacs just looking for a reason to go to war with anyone. One would think if you were the last of your species in the entire galaxy that you would look for a new peaceful people to settle with, not look for other misfits that are looking for a fight.” Eir huffed; she might have been a Valkyrie at one point in time, but at this point, and in her heart, she was a healer, not a fighter.

“You know he’s not the last; he just refuses to accept that Eternals and Olympians are the same species,” Frigga said, looking up from her diagnostic of Eir to look at her sister.

“Well, maybe not the Olympians, but the original Titans,” Eir said as she was starting to get distracted by the diagnostic reading. “THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Eir yelled as she found what she was looking for in the diagnostic.

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North America 1984

“Daughter, what is up with the fake dead snake?” Loki asked as he joined his daughter in an intensive care unit of some hospital in America, both Loki and Hel being invisible and intangible to the mortals around them.

Hel turned to look at her father; it was the first time she had seen him since Odin had messed with his head two years ago. “Odin sent it after…gah! That arsehole has put a geas on the information.” Hel started to swear up a storm while Loki just looked at her, his eyebrow cocked with amusement.

“What are you doing here, daughter?” Loki waved a hand at the hospital.

“A new pandemic has hit the world; they are calling it HTLV-III. It’s pretty bad and will only get worse. I expect tens of millions will die of this in the next 30 to 40 years,” Hel said sadly.

“So no hints on the snake?” Loki asked, not caring about a new pandemic that wouldn’t affect him. Hel just gave him a dirty look. He may not care about the dead and dying, but she did.

“The snake is an Asgardian Huggorm Viper, female; taken from her nest in Asgard near Mount Fagradalsfjall. If you can find her, maybe she can tell you without the geas affecting her. She was going to move her nest once her hatchlings were born.” Hel replied, picking her words carefully so as not to trigger the geas.

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“HARALD LOKISON, GET BACK HERE!” Poseidon yelled into the wind as he chased a four-year-old Godling around in the air on a pegasus.

“Nah, huh, Uncle Poe! You gotta catch me!” Harald yelled out in Greek as he and the pegasus, Harry named Peggy, flew away.

“Oh, we are not playing this game!” Poseidon yelled out to empty air as Harry and Peggy were long in the wind. “Fuck! Hera’s going to kill me,” Poseidon whined.

“Wow! Did you see that, Peggy!” Harry said to his pegasus as they pulled up and hovered in the air. A battle between two airplanes was happening just below them as one plane chasing another aircraft shooting green lasers.

“Hey, Little One,” Apollo pulled up in his chariot driven by four gigantic abraxas next to Harry, “Uncle Poseidon asked me to help him find you. You’re going to get him in trouble with Ya-ya again.” Apollo laughed.

“What’s up bro,” Ares said as he pulled up next to him, riding his battle horse.

“Are you riding a thestral?” Apollo asked.

“Of course, I’m riding a thestral; I’m the God of War. Duh!” Ares mocked his brother.

“What does being the God of War have anything to do with riding a thestral?” Apollo argued back.

“Only those who have seen death can see a thestral,” Ares moaned dramatically; his family would never understand him.

“So that would make sense for Uncle Hades to ride one but not you.” Apollo quipped back. “What happened to your fire-breathing horses?”

“Shut it!” Ares snapped, not wanting to tell his little brother that Hera confiscated his herd of Hippoi Areioi because he let Harald give them single-malt Whiskey to drink, and they started the barn on fire…again.

“Look, look!” Harry pointed down where one plane had been hit and was in the process of crashing.

“WOW!” All three Gods and Godlings said as the plane hit the ground. “Awesome!”

“Let’s head down and look,” Ares said as his thestral dived.

“YES!” Harry yelled out and followed on Peggy.

“NO!” Apollo yelled at the same time but angled his chariot to follow. One of them had to be the responsible one. “Hera’s going to kill us.”

The two Gods and one Godling landed at the crash site and dismounted, with Peggy laying down, so Harry didn’t have far to drop. Ares’s thestral and Apollo’s four abraxas with chariot still attached wandered off to feed on some of the grasses growing up next to the high alpine lake area the plane had crashed landed. Peggy stayed near her charge. She took taking care of the baby Godling seriously.

“Oow, a battle is about to happen Ares said as he put one hand on Harald’s shoulder protectively.

“Damn it!” Poseidon said as he landed his pegasus next to his nephews. “How in the world did Harald fly to the American Southwest desert from Florida? What’s going on here?” Poseidon asked as he and the others watched two women crawl out of the crashed airplane, one from Gaia and another from a different planet.

The alien woman collapsed not far from the downed plane and pulled out a gun; she aimed it at the rear end of the aircraft but was shot by a sniper from the other aircraft before she could take a shot.

“Oh, they are Kree! Fierce warriors from the planet Hala. They are genetically capable of mating with Humans, Olympians, Asgardians, and a whole host of other species. They are mostly blue-skinned, but as you can see from the dead woman and the man there,” Ares pointed to a man with a gun approaching the human pilot, “they can also have the skin color of people of Gaia.”

“Oh, something is going to happen! I feel tingly!” Harald cried out excitedly, clapping his hands. The three adult Gods exchanged a look and crowded closer to the Godling.

“He’s feeling the chaos magic,” Poseiden murmured, and his two nephews nodded as they watched the human pilot shoot an energy source at the rear of the plane. The blast was enormous but did not bother the Gods and Godling as they were all invisible and intangible. Even the abraxas, thestral, and pegasuses were not concerned, although Peggy did step in front of Harald to block anything that may try to harm the intangible Godling. “Good pegasus,” Poseiden said as he patted her on the rear then moved her out of the way so they could watch.

“Wow! She’s still alive,” Apollo said, “Hey, Chronos can you slow down, time? I want to get a sample of her blood.” Time slowed down to a standstill, and Apollo started to walk over to the woman, Harald running and putting his hand in Apollo’s as he joined the older God.

“She’s pretty,” Harald said shyly as he looked at the beaten and battered female pilot.

“Thanks, kid,” the pilot said right before she passed out.

“Did she just speak?!” Ares yelled, surprised.

“Yes, yes she did,” Apollo replied, looking around the two Kree warriors were still frozen by time.

“Congratulations, you boys just saw the birth of a new Goddess,” Chronos said as he appeared; with each word he spoke, he cycled between an infant through old age. “She’s not quite done yet, but give her some time; she will be a new Space Goddess. A binary.”

“Cool!” Harry said, laughing.

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1985

“For he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good felloooowwww that nobody can deny!” sang Fenrir and his pack as they celebrated Remus’s graduation from university. Fenrir, his pack, some of the Greek Gods that Remus had befriended like Ares, Apollo, and Heracles, along with a select few others, had gone out to a pack run bar in the middle of London to celebrate.

Petunia sat at the bar slowly drinking a fruity cocktail as she watched Remus celebrate his graduation; she was proud of him and knew her sister would be ecstatic! Once Vernon died, she sat down with a Squib Mind Healer that Remus helped her find and worked out her issues. Petunia still had jealousy issues with Lily, but she was working hard on not becoming a shrew, God-Damn-It! Petunia had even taken the Life Insurance money, put half of it in a trust fund for Dudley, and used half to go to school herself. She still had two years before she graduated from the London School of Economics and Political Science with a degree in finance and a standing job offer with Gringotts. She was to be their Muggle Financial Affairs Officer with a staff of her own! Debit and Credit cards were coming to Gringotts and the Wizarding World as soon as she graduated, with an option to invest in the Muggle Stock Exchange. Gringotts would even help her further her education if they reaped the benefit for a certain number of years.

Petunia had sold her house to move to a part of London that Remus was developing; Grimmauld Place. It was built shortly before WWII, but as the area was heavily bombed and needed to be rebuilt, it was not the most desired area in London. Besides, time had not been kind in the years following WWII, and the location was slightly run down. The townhouses were beautiful when they were first built around a nice little park. However, today most of the townhouses have been sublet and turned into apartment buildings. Remus bought ALL the houses in Grimmauld Place, and suddenly everyone was rushing to move, find work elsewhere, find a better place to live, etc. Petunia snorted when Remus was telling her this as innocently as he could. She knew Remus used magic to get everyone to move and sell cheap, which was okay with her.

Remus also used magic to renovate the townhouse she bought, number 13. Ultimately, Remus told Petunia he planned on turning Grimmauld Place into a wizarding district. All of this was for Harry’s financial future, using Potter funds. The blocks that surrounded the little park could hold seven townhouses per block. Harry owned all but two, hers and another man’s townhouse, a wizard sitting next to her flirting with everyone, Paddy something-or-other, she thought he introduced himself. The townhouses on the south side of the park where her’s was located were to remain individual homes. Four floors, plus a basement, the townhouse had a new lovely iron and mahogany spiral staircase that left room for a faux-old-fashioned glass and iron lift. The house was way outside her price range if it hadn’t been for magic. Seriously Petunia was in love for the first time (not including Dudley); she loved her new townhouse more than she ever loved Vernon, “maybe I should speak to my mind healer about that,” she thought with a small laugh.

The townhouses on the east side of the park were going to be split into two apartments. The first and second floors are one apartment, and the third and fourth floors are the second apartment. The basement turned into a laundry and storage area for both tenants, and a small backyard was shared.

The townhouses on the west side of the park were being turned into cute shops on the first floor, the basement as storage for the shops. Then the second and third floors becoming an apartment for the shop owner, and the fourth floor became an apartment for help or whoever rented it.

Finally, the townhouses on the north side of the park were again turned into cute shops on the first floor, with the basement as storage for the shop. All three final floors were becoming individual apartments. Remus was going to sell the individual townhouses to the uber elite of the wizarding world, all of whom owned manor houses in the country but not homes in the city. The rest he was going to continue to own and rent out. According to Remus’s latest gossip, the new Minister of Magic had just bought number 11. Maybe she should have Remus do the same thing with her old home in Cokesworth that both she and Harry owned. She knew that boy...Snape still lived in his old family home so it could be easily turned into a wizarding place. Maybe a more low-income version of what Remus was doing with Grimmauld Place.

Another thing Petunia had done with Remus’s help was changing her and Dudley’s names. After that, she was going to hide from the wizards in the wizarding world. Remus assured her that they would never look for her there. Lily would have never put up with the way Albus Dumbledore had treated her, and she was furious to find out that Dumbledore had attempted to block Dudley’s magic. Or Remus and Petunia were assuming it was Dumbledore. So now they were Iris and Douglas Griffin, her mother’s maiden name, and an old extinct Wizarding name, with a Gringotts bank account and a seat on their governing body to go with it for Douglas as the most senior Wizarding male of the family. “Wasn’t that a hoot!” Iris thought, getting rid of Vernon was the best thing to ever happen to her family.

“Iris, honey!” Paddy yelled, spilling his drink across the bar top, “how are you doing?”

“Yes…how are you doing?” Ares asked, glaring at the woman as he stood behind Paddy. He would never forgive her for how she let her husband…excuse me…dead husband treat Harald.

“I’m doing well, thank you,” Iris said shortly, picking up her handbag so it wouldn’t get soaked from the alcohol that Paddy spilled all over it.

“She’s trying to do better,” Remus whispered in Ares’s ear. “Harry visits with her monthly and comes home with lovely stories of his nice Aunt Iris and his favorite cousin Douglas.”

“I still don’t like her,” Ares grouched as he thought of their first meeting. “It would have been a little bit funny if Fenny made her pee.” Remus shook his head at the War God and went to rescue Iris from Padfoot as the rest of the pack snickered at what Ares said unbeknownst to Iris.

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Sirius was having the time of his life irritating Petunia Evans. She might have changed her name and dressed differently, but he would recognize Lily’s sister anywhere. Especially since he was a Grim Animagus and he kept his excellent sense of smell when he was in his human form. It took Remus four damn years of fighting to get Sirius a trial and set free, and that was with the Greek God, Heracles help. Apparently, they thought about asking Lady Justice, the Greek Goddess Nemesis, for help. Still, Justice is blind, and she might have decided he deserved to stay in Azkaban because of being an illegal Animagus or that stunt he pulled at the end of his fifth year with Snivellus. No, it was better with Heracles’ help. Although finding out that the Greek Gods existed was inconceivable, finding out that James was truly Loki made strange sense, especially since they used to worship Loki, altar and all. Finding out that Odin forbids Loki from coming to Earth and taking care of his son, Harry, enraged Sirius. He was seeing the same Squib Mind Healer that Petunia was.

Then there was Fenrir. Sirius didn’t know what to think when it came to that werewolf. He was so used to thinking that Fenrir attacked his best friend that it was hard to understand that they are grandfather/grandson and that Fenrir was James/Loki’s son, brother to Harry. “It’s a good thing I’m seeing a Mind Healer,” Sirius thought.

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Life had never been so good to Remus, getting out of the Wizarding World and living in the Mortal…Muggle world was so much healthier for Remus’s mental health. Even though he lived in Olympus, Remus got a job at the British International School in Athens, and Harry would be going down with him every day to start school there. It wasn’t that the Greek Gods weren’t teaching him what he needed to know, but that he wasn’t getting the child-to-child interaction they needed to succeed later in life. The youngest Olympians that were currently living in Olympus was Heracles (2,500 years old), his wife/sister Hebe (3,000 years old), and their twins (2,000 years old), and he thought pureblood wizards were bad. They had nothing on the incest the Olympians participated. Sirius would move to his family vacation home outside Athens, and Remus and Harry’s home address would be there. Sirius needed it; he needed to get out of Britain with their backward views. He was proven innocent, but still, people refused to believe him. Of course, they also threw an innocent man in prison without a trial but allowed guilty men to buy their way out of Azkaban. Not to mention when Sirius asked Dumbledore where Harry was, he refused to tell him. Dumbledore didn’t tell Sirius that he left Harry with Petunia and her husband. Dumbledore didn’t tell Sirius that Vernon had been abusive to Harry. Dumbledore didn’t tell Sirius that he, in reality, didn’t know where Harry was anymore. However, Sirius was a natural legilimens. Even with his mind damaged from Azkaban, he knew when he was being lied to; he knew when someone was omitting something, which made him a great Auror before the Auror’s refused to do their job and abandoned him. “Okay, Sirius truly needed to continue to see his mind healer.” Remus thought.

Heracles sat at the end of the bar watching some sport on the telly; being the God of Sports, he couldn’t help be attracted to watching it. Remus took him and great-aunt Thea down to Athens last year to a bar to watch the 1984 Olympics. Seeing the telly showing the games Heracles had invented inspired Thea to display on all the glass viewing screens in Olympus and beyond the Gaian Olympics. Heimdall did the same, and the Asgardians cheered on those of Scandinavian/Celtic/Germanic blood. They would have praised the Rus tribes, but the Asgardians couldn’t fathom for some reason, they had boycotted the games. A God or Goddess of Sports was one God’s the Asgardians did not have, but many of the Olympic sports had some prehistoric chaotic hint of battle, bloodshed, and war in them, so they were thrilled to watch the games. Heracles took his eyes off the telly to check on Sirius; it had been a long hard battle of wits to win Sirius his freedom, and Heracles knew it would be a long battle of recovery for Sirius. He just hoped taking him out of this cold island that his cousin the Greco/Roman Goddess Brettaniai lorded over. Brettaniai, or Britannia as she was called today, was the daughter of Poseidon and the Celtic Goddess Morrigan, or Hel when she was in her Celtic form. Like the Greek Gods had Roman names and avatars, the Asgardians had Celtic names and avatars. Yes, Heracles would keep a close eye on Sirius; he couldn’t help but feel a kinship to the man; abused by his mother, ignored by his father, finding his only solitude and family with his friends; yes, there was definitely a kinship there.

Heracles joined the others laughing as they watched the mortal aunt of Harald slap Sirius, pour her drink over his head, and stomp towards the door, stopping only long enough to kiss Remus on his cheek before leaving.

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Odin using his power over crows took over a flock of Eurasian Jackdaw’s and watched as a little five-year-old boy playing with other children in a schoolyard. The children were dressed in small black shorts or skirts, a white polo shirt with a crest of some kind on the right-hand side, and a little black jacket with the same crest in the same spot. The children were finely dressed sons and daughters of diplomats and business people who lived in Athens. There was nothing special on the outside about the boy; he was the same size as the other five-year-olds, he had black hair like many little boys in this country, but there was a power to him that the other children did not have. Odin ordered the Jackdaw’s to attack all the student’s on the playground but to mainly attack the boy with power; as the Jackdaw’s dived bombed the schoolyard, the little boy looked up at the black and grey birds and waved his index finger in a back and forth motion, as if Odin was a naughty child. “No!” The boy yelled out and opened his hand palm flat up in the air, and an invisible shield was created, keeping the avians away from the children. No one on the playground seemed to see what was going on, but Odin saw, and he was pissed. It had been a year or two since he had tried to kill the child with a snake. Maybe it was time to try something else.

OMAKE:
“Did you know at one point in time, over one thousand years ago, when you were still a pup, your father was my best friend?” Rick, the Alpha of the Highland Werewolves, said.

“Yes, but I had forgotten that. You were a teacher once.” Fenrir said as he watched over the cubs in his pack as they tumbled around, already changed into wolf form before the full moon.

“Grandfather,” Remus said as he entered the sanctuary and looked around. There was more than one pack in the London sanctuary this time.

“Remus, have you ever met Rick of the Highland Werewolves?” Fenrir asked with a dangerous smirk on his face.

Being a trickster himself, Remus was instantly wary, “No, I haven’t,” Remus said, eyeing his grandfather before turning to the giant red-haired werewolf, “Alpha," Remus said respectfully.

“Remus Lupin, grandson of Fenrir,” Fenrir smirked, making the introduction, “please meet Godric “Rick” Gryffindor, of the Highland Werewolves.”

Remus’s jaw dropped in amazement… “Godric Gryffindor is a werewolf?”

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“Remus!” Apollo yelled out as he entered the family wing of the Olympus Palace.

Remus poked his head out the door to the suite that Harald, Sandraudiga, and himself occupied. Harald also poked his head out right underneath Remus; it was so cute how Harald tended to mimic Remus.

“Remus, I was exploring Diagon Alley, and after visiting the apothecary shop, I discovered your people use broomsticks to fly. So I bought some and want to try them out. Will you accompany me?”

“YES!” Five-year-old Harald screamed in happiness, making all the adults wince at the tonal level the excited boy reached, jumping up and down in the hallway, making a couple of guards on duty chuckle.

“I don’t know,” Remus said, winking at Apollo to play along. “Five years old is a little young for broom flying.”

“Mumy!” Harry whined.

“Moony!” Sirius whined, pushing the werewolf out into the hallway so he could join the conversation, “I bought Harry his first broomstick at one-year-old. He was an exceptional flyer. So don’t be such a worry wort.”

“Broom flying?” Alexiares and Anicetus, Heracles’s sons, said at the same time as they poke their heads out of their suite of rooms. “We’re in!”

“It is impossible to guard him when you all take him out flying. First Pegasus, now brooms!” Sandraudiga complained.

“Lighten up, sweetheart…” Alexiares said, winking at the Valkyrie

“Yeah, we are on top of…” Anicetus replied, following his twin’s train of thought.

“Security around here…” Alexiares said as he moved towards Sandraudiga, trying to flirt with her.

“We are the gatekeepers to…” Anicetus replied, shaking his head at his twins’ failure to seduce the Valkyrie as she pulled her sword out of the scabbard to keep his twin at sword length away.

“Olympus! Nothing gets past us!” Alexiares and Anicetus said at the same time.

“How can you be on top of security at the gate when you are never there?” Sandraudiga asked snidely, “Heimdall seldom leaves his post.”

“Heimdall is not just Asgards gatekeeper but the God of Sight also. He doesn’t leave the Rainbow Bridge because that is the one place in Asgard that he can see almost anywhere in the Galaxy from.” Heracles said as he came out and grabbed his twins by their ear as they were both making kissy faces to the Valkyrie while Harald watched and giggled. The twins threw a wink Harald’s way, making him laugh harder. “Just like great-aunt, Thea doesn’t like to leave the tower of Mytikas. I’m sure Heimdall uses the same spells, charms, and magic we do when he does leave the Rainbow Bridge.”

“Why are you complaining anyways? Don’t Valkyrie ride Pegasuses?” Sirius asked, not knowing the different times Harald had disappeared on whichever God was supposed to be babysitting…I mean teaching Harald at the time.

“Oh, have her tell you about the Great Peggy Escape of 1984,” one of Heracles twins called out.

“Come on,” Apollo whined, “Let’s go already!”

“Great Peggy Escape of 1984? Oh, I got to hear that story!” Sirius said as he pulled Sandraudiga with him as they followed Apollo outside the palace to a grand square with a fountain in the middle.

“Once you learn how to fly on a broom, I’ll teach you how to fly without one,” Apollo said as he walked with Harald with his arm across the boy’s shoulder.

“NO!” Remus yelled, “No flying without assistance!”

“NO!” Sandraudiga called out, “No flying in ways I cannot follow.”

“You worry too much!” Apollo called over his shoulder, winking at Harald, who just giggled.

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“Harald, come on, baby, it’s time to wake up.” A woman whispered in Harry’s ear.

“What? Huh?” Harry said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Come with me Harald, Zeus wants you to learn how to track in the forest,” Artemis said as she helped dress him in browns and greens as she and her hunters dressed.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!” Sandraudiga yelled as she exited her bedroom into the living area of the suite, her sword raised.

All of Artemis’s hunters raised their weapons, aiming them at the Asgardian. Remus opened his door only half-dressed as some of Artemis’s hunters gasped at his nudity. He raised an eyebrow at Sandraudiga before yawning. “Sandy, calm down. Today is the day Artemis is taking Harry out into the forest to learn how to track. It will be every Saturday until the school year ends.” Remus yawned again and went back into his bedroom to go back to bed; four o’clock in the morning was just too early for the werewolf.

“Yes, Sandraudiga,” Hera said as she came into the room carrying a tray of breakfast for the boy. “Take today off, get out of Olympus, visit Asgard. Artemis and her hunters will take care of Harald while they start his tracking training.”

“No offense, Queen Hera, but doesn’t Artemis and her hunter track monsters? As a half-blood, the monsters will try to kill the boy. I am his bodyguard; I will fail my duty if I let him get killed by a monster while someone else is watching him.” Sandraudiga snarked back, too tired to be nice to the Queen.

“That would be true if he were a half-blood, but Harald is now a whole God, as you are aware. So the monsters will no longer attack Harald.” Queen Hera responded, ignoring the Asgardian’s rudeness just as she ignored that the Valkyrie was having an affair with Odin. Frigga was her friend, but there were just some things you did not, should not tell your friends. Support them when they learn the truth, but do not tell them unless you can engineer a confrontation without anyone knowing.

“Ya-ya!” Harald cried out as he came into the living area and saw his grandmother. “Are you coming too?”

“No, little one, it is just Auntie Artemis and her hunters,” Hera explained as she lifted him to sit at a table to eat his breakfast, handing him a potion to drink. Then, she handed a bag over to Artemis, “this is some potions he has to take with his meals to counter the malnutrition from that brute of a mortal.”

“Still?” Artemis questioned, thinking back to the hunt of the boy’s uncle she participated.

“Yes,” Hera snarled, “this should be the last year. By summer, he won’t need them anymore.”

“I will take the Saturdays off that the child goes with Artemis, but I must know where you are taking him each time.” Sandraudig compromised.

“That sounds fair. Go home and visit your family.” Hera said, smiling.

“Yes, perhaps, I can bring my own Pegasus back with me?” Sandraudig asked.

“Of course!” Hera responded happily.

“All done, Ya-ya!” Harry chirped from the table, and the hunters looked at each other; there would be no hunting done on these excursions; the boy was loud.

“We will be headed to the South American Amazon in the country call Brazil today,” Artemis told Sandraudig; she did not want the vicious Valkyrie to be joining them on their trips. She could sense people, and she did not like what she recognized in the Asgardian. She did not want to put her hunters at risk by having the woman with them. Not to mention, the boy was still young; he could be trained to be quiet. She was past the training stage, and she was still louder than an elephant.

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Earlier in the week

“Once you learn how to fly on a broom, I’ll teach you how to fly without one,” Apollo said as he walked with Harald with his arm across the boy’s shoulder.

“NO!” Remus yelled, “No flying without assistance!”

“NO!” Sandraudig called out, “No flying in ways I cannot follow.”

“You worry too much!” Apollo called over his shoulder, winking at Harald, who just giggled.

Apollo put down all the brooms except two; one for himself and a smaller one for Harald. Waving his arm, the brooms made two lines facing each other. Remus stood next to a broom at one end, and Sirius stood next to a broom on the opposite side towards the middle. Since they both knew what they were doing, they would help Apollo teach the others how to fly on a broom.

“Now, everyone stands next to a broom and call firmly ‘UP,’” Apollo stated as he watched Ares and Heracles each stand next to a broom. Artemis and Athena joined in, with Zoë standing next to Sirius. Artemis took Zoë’s place, moving her in between herself and Athena.

“Hi,” Sirius said, winking at Artemis, “Sirius Orion Black the III at your service.” Remus facepalmed and groaned.

“SIRIUS!” Apollo yelled out, catching him flirting with his twin sister. He grew to his twelve feet tall persona and leaned over, “Do not flirt with my maiden sister!”

“Maiden? As in virgin?” Sirius squeaked only to clear his throat.

“Sirius, who did your family worship?” Remus asked.

“We worshipped the Celtic Gods; why?” Sirius responded.

“So you don’t know anything about the Greek Gods?”

“I know a little,” Sirius whined.

“Do you know about Orion?” Remus asked, smirking. Apollo seeing Remus smirking knew Sirius was about to be put in his place returned to his standard size.

“Ahh…no…” Sirius said as he looked around and noticed other Gods and Goddesses smirking.

“Orion was Artemis’s only male hunter, and Apollo killed him thinking Orion was about to take advantage of his TWIN sister.” Remus summed up a long story into a short version.

“Ahh…” Sirius said, “so what he’s saying,” Sirius said, turning to Artemis, “is don’t let your brother catch me flirting with you.” Remus facepalmed again while Apollo huffed. Ares laughed and called out that Sirius had a death wish while Heracles forced Sirius to switch places with Remus.

Sandraudig and Nemesis joined those wanting to learn how to fly on a broomstick while Hephaestus just came up and stole one of the brooms to study. By the end of the year, everyone knew that the Greek gods would have their own version of the broomstick, and everyone would be flying on one.

“Now, as I was saying,” Apollo glared at Sirius who was busy flirting with Nemesis, “stand next to the broomstick and call ‘UP.’”

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“My Lord,” Sandraudig purred as she met with Odin at a café in Paris.

“What news do you have that is so urgent?” Odin replied, taking a sip of his coffee and waving his hand towards the seat across from him, inviting Sandraudig to sit down.

“The Huntress and her hunters will be taking the Little Monster out every Saturday to teach him how to track. They have let me know that I am not needed while they are around.” Sandraudig huffed, feeling scorned.

“So what you are saying is they are so arrogant in their abilities that they believe they can protect the boy.” Odin surmised “that this time frame would be the best to send out a monster of my own to kill the boy.”

“Ahh…yes, My Lord,” Sandraudig replied, not thinking that at all. She thought it would be a good time for a bit of nookie with the All-Father, but his plan was good too.

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“REMUS!” Apollo yelled as he entered the dining room and pointed angrily towards Remus. Remus just blinked, not knowing what he had done wrong to piss off the God of the Sun, Medicine, Archery, etc.

“Yes?” He croaked while the other Gods quietly chuckled.

“Keep your horn-dog of a friend out of Olympus! He was flirting with Artemis again yesterday.” Apollo snarled as he gave himself a large helping of mashed potatoes, completely missing the plate as he looked at Remus instead of his plate. Harald squealed in laughter while all the other Gods full-on laughed.

Remus waved his wand and moved the mashed potatoes to Apollo’s plate before saying, “Did Sirius happen to wink at you while you caught him flirting with Artemis?”

“Yes,” Apollo said, still incensed.

“Sirius wasn’t flirting with your sister.” Remus said as he took a bite of his meal and chewed slowly, a smirk coming over his face, “Sirius is flirting with you.”

Apollo’s jaw dropped, and Ares roared with laughter falling out of his seat. Harry watching one of his favorite uncles roll around on the floor, followed him by sliding out of his booster seat and decided to roll around on the floor laughing also. Remus facepalmed, and Hera yelled at Ares.

Apollo stood up and stepped on Ares’s stomach as he walked over to the other side of the table before picking up Harald, “Think that’s funny, do you?” Apollo got right into Harry’s face.

“Yeah! Uncle Ares is hilarious!” Harald laughed, and Apollo tossed him once into the air. He wasn’t going to get thrown up on like Fenrir. Apollo put Harald back into his booster seat.

“Don’t get me wrong, Sirius would love to bed both you and your sister,” Remus said under his breath to Apollo so that Harry wouldn’t notice.

“Sounds like someone I know,” Heracles said, turning to look at Apollo, who ignored his little brother.

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“Uncle Apollo,” Harry whispered loudly to the God of the Sun, who was reading a book while sitting on a patio with other Gods and Goddesses lounging in the sun.

“Hey, Little Godling,” Apollo picked up Harald putting him on his lap as he put down Hera’s raunchy novel he had found and stolen without her knowing. He tickled Harald for a short while, making the little boy giggle. “How was school with the mortals?”

“Good, I made friends with Ivan, and Marcus, and Ruth, and Gilbert, and Anastasia. But I don’t like Henry; he’s a big meanie.” Harry listed off several mortals who Apollo would never meet nor care about, but he listened to Harald anyways.

“A big meanie?!” Apollo exclaimed in false surprise.

“Yup, he pushed over Anastasia and pulled Ruth’s hair,” Harald said as he played with Apollo’s rings on his fingers.

“What a meanie!” Apollo exclaimed loudly. “Should we sick Aunt Artie on him?”

“NO!” Harald shouted, “Uncle Apollo, Aunt Artie would kill him. He’s a meanie, not a monster.”

“Okay, Little Godling, no killing five-year-old meanies,” Apollo replied, hugging the little boy to him.

“Uncle Apollo, both Remus and Sandraudiga are busy arguing with each other over me. Can you teach me how to fly without a broom while they are busy?” Harald asked quietly, looking around to make sure nobody heard him. But, of course, quietly for a five-year-old was challenging to achieve, so all the Gods and Goddesses on the patio heard him and were having trouble keeping their snickers to themselves. After all, Harald was the son of the Norse God of Mischief, and his mischief was showing.

“Sounds good to me!” Apollo said, standing up with Harald in his arms before he ran to the edge of the patio and jumped off. Harry squealing in delight the whole time.

Sandraudiga and Remus heard Harry squealing and turned around to look for him before they saw him and Apollo outside their window in a free fall. Remus rushed to open the window and pull out his wand to slow down the motion before he saw Apollo pull a Superman move and fly off with Harry holding his hand and mimicking Apollo. “That SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Remus yelled, upset that Apollo was teaching Harry to fly without aid.

Hera and Zeus were in their suite sitting on a settee on their private patio when they saw Apollo falling from the sky with Harald in his arms—laughing manically before flying off and hearing Remus swearing loudly. “Well, at this point, I’m happy I’m not Apollo’s mother,” Hera said, laughing at Remus as he yelled out the window at Apollo. Sandraudiga was seen on her own Pegasus, Fantasia, flying off, trying to follow Apollo and Harald.

“She’s going to come by and bitch about Apollo co-opting Harald later,” Zeus groaned.

“Yes, she will.” Hera agreed as she snuggled into Zeus’s side.

“Heracles wants Harald to spend time with Chiron,” Zeus told Hera.

“Apollo said the same thing to me,” Hera replied, “but he is so young to be away from us for too long,” Hera whined slightly.

“Chiron is good with children,” Zeus replied, “how about during the summers only, and only during daylight time. It would also be good for the young demigods to interact with another God besides Chiron and Dionysus.”

“Hmm…” Hera responded, not liking that the God of Drunks was at a camp full of children.

“Harald will barely interact with Dionysus,” Zeus said.

“Famous last words,” Hera muttered, “We should have a new hut built there for him. But, of course, he won’t need it just yet, except maybe nap time.” Hera said.

“Yes! I’ll contact Chiron and have them start it.” Zeus replied excitedly, “also, I need to take Remus there to show him where it is and to see if the wards keep him out. It wouldn’t do to keep Remus away.”

“So, it is agreed, Harald will visit Camp Half-Blood during the summers, daytime only until Harald is older,” Hera said, with a slight whine.

Zeus picked up Hera’s hand and kissed it, “other parents and grandparents send their children to day camp in the summers at Harald’s age. We can do this.”

“Yes, we can do this, but I will take Remus to Camp Half-Blood; you are not allowed there, remember.” Hera scolded.

“Yes, dear,” Zeus whined before he got an evil look in his eye and picked up Hera throwing her over his shoulder and entering their suite.

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“Auntie Artie! Auntie Artie!” Harald yelled, and all the hunters cringed. Artemis put her finger to her mouth in the classic quiet motion. “Sorry,” Harald whispered loudly as he ran into the square to meet Artemis and her hunters for his lessons.

“What has you so excited, little one?” Artemis asked quietly, trying to teach Harald to be quiet.

“I get to go to camp this summer!” Harald said in his normal voice, only to slap his hand to his mouth. The hunters smirked; they would teach the boy eventually.

“Camp? Where?” Artemis replied softly, rolling her eyes as Sirius approached. Apollo followed close behind Sirius, checking him out; some of the hunters giggled seeing the Sun God checking out the irritating mortal man.

“I want to come hunting with you today,” Sirius said as he came up to the ladies and Harald.

“No,” Artemis replied immediately, not even giving it a thought. It was bad enough she agreed to take Harald.

“Please,” Sirius whined before turning into his Grim and giving the Goddess his best puppy dog look. Artemis and her hunters gasped, not knowing the mortal could change shapes.

Remus walked up, “Padfoot, are you bothering these lovely ladies?”

“Maybe you should take him and have him neutered,” Zoë mentioned slyly as the rest of the hunters giggled.

“You are a rude little girl!” Sirius said as he turned back into his human self, holding his crotch.

“Sirius, if you need to go to the bathroom, Ya-ya, says just go. Don’t hold your pee-pee; it’s rude.” Harald said, and everyone laughed.

Zoë picked up Harald and tickled him. “Let me down; now I have to go pee-pee!” Harald hollered before wiggling out of Zoë’s arms and running for the bathroom. Everyone laughing as the boy ran off.

“I will have you know, horn-dog,” Zoë stated, that I am one of the oldest in Olympus; I am the daughter of Titans born as we first arrived from the planet Titan.

“Oh, well, here you go, granny,” Sirius conjured up a chair and slid it underneath Zoë making her fall.

“I will gut you mortal!” Zoë snarled.

“Enough!” Zeus called out as he held Harald’s hand and handed him over to Artemis. “Sirius, you cannot join the Hunt. Go play with Apollo or Ares; they are less likely to kill you.”

The Huntress and her hunters smirked as Artemis took Harald’s hand and portaled to their next spot to teach Harald tracking.

“Well, I guess you are coming with me,” Apollo said and pulled Sirius through a portal of his own.

“My best friend has just been co-opted,” Remus said, blinking at the closed portal.

“Do you really want to see what those too get up to?” Zeus said with a smirk.

“Oh Merlin, NO!” Remus said. I think I will see what Fenrir is up to today. Have a good day, My Lord.” Remus took out his portkey and disappeared.

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Hera appeared outside a gate that read Welcome to Camp Half-Blood in ancient Greek but read Delphi Strawberry Services in English. She could hear children laughing and playing, shouting and fighting. As she stepped past the border that kept the monsters out, the camp became quiet, and they all stared at her. “Sister, what brings you here?” Chiron called out as he galloped over to Hera, the rest of the campers running to catch up with Chiron and crowded around looking at Hera. Dionysus wandering over with a liter of Diet Coke in his hands.

“So, you have traded one vise for another?” Hera said, looking at Dionysus.

“But of course, stepmother!” Dionysus replied jollily, causing all the campers to gasp, and whispers of Hera reached her ears.

“Chiron, how are you, brother?” Hera asked politely.

“I am well, Hera,” Chiron said with a smile as he patiently waited for his sister, his Queen, to get to the point of her visit.

“A cabin needs to be built for me,” Hera started to say but was interrupted by loud gasps from the demigods, “my adopted grandson, Harald, will be coming to Camp during the daytime starting this summer.”

“Adopted grandson?” Chiron asked, not having paid attention to the happenings of Olympus lately.

“Queen Frigga’s grandson,” Hera replied, “Odin has lost his mind again and has banished the infant from Asgard and any Asgardians from Midgard. Frigga gave me him when he was three years old to care for. So, he has lived with Zeus and me for the last two years.”

“An Asgardian demigod?” Chiron asked, never having dealt with Asgard before.

“An Asgardian Godling,” Hera replied as she heard the campers whisper, Godling, Asgard, Odin, Frigga, Five-year-old.

“A Godling. Well, we have never had a Godling train at Camp Half-Blood, but I think we can welcome the child. You said he was five years old, as in five-Gaian-years-old?” Chiron asked.

“Yes, he really is still a baby, but both Heracles and Apollo told Zeus and me that he should be here training with the demigods,” Hera responded.

“He’s too little; he’ll get hurt.” Dionysus interrupted with a belch.

“Harald Lokison is a God. He will not get hurt unless you hurt him,” Hera responded as she grew to her twelve-foot-high form leaning over Dionysus, “you’re not going to hurt the baby, are you? You’re not drunk, right?” The demigods all inched their way, away from Dionysus and the angry Goddess.

“My Queen,” one of the campers interrupted, and Hera returned to her regular petite 5-foot 3 inches size and looked at the boy, “If…why should he come here…this camp is for demigods,” the boy replied, looking scared. Hera cocked her finger at him in a come here motion, and the boy came forward, not looking at the Queen before dropping to one knee in front of her.

Hera caressed the boy’s cheek, getting him to look up at her, “you, son of Ares, can call me Ya-ya,” Hera replied, looking at the boy, “what can I call you grandson?”

“Daryl,” the boy replied, looking at Hera in awe.

“Harald Lokison was like you born a demigod,” Hera started before taking a deep breath, “and like you, his father was taken away from him, and he was sent to live with mortal relatives when his mother was murdered.”

Hera conjured a throne and sat down before conjuring benches for the rest of the campers, “please sit,”

“Thank you, My Queen,” Chiron replied, waving his hand trying to get the campers to follow him in thanking the Queen. Some did; others just stared at the Goddess.

“Queen Hel, elder sister to Harald, kept an eye on her youngest brother as Midgard is a part of her realm. Twice she and her grim reaper prevented the death of the boy at the hand of his mortal uncle, but the third time he attacked, he attacked to kill, and the God Wolf Fenrir, Harald’s older brother, responded and called for help. Frigga, hearing the call arrived with the Goddess Eir, and she healed Harald while Queen Frigga gave the three-year-old a golden apple of immortality.” Hera sighed; this story was harrowing for her to tell since she adored the boy so much.

“What happened then,” a little girl camper, maybe eight years old, said.

Hera cocked her finger at the little girl, and she came up to Hera; Hera picked her up and put her in her lap before tickling her, “a wild hunt was called, and Gods and Goddesses from all the different realms came and joined in. Asgardians, Olympians, Frost Giants and Elves, Dwarves and Goblins, all led by Fenrir and his werewolves; they hunted and killed the wicked mortal, and Harald was saved.”

The campers cheered at that news! They were all enjoying the Goddesses story. “What happened next,” the little girl said.

“Well, daughter of Demeter, little niece,” Hera responded, hugging the girl, “Harald stopped being a demigod and became a God. He healed, he survived, but he was still in danger.” Hera conjured a tea service and took a sip of tea, “Odin, finding out that his wife and Queen had defied him, came looking for him. I arrived before Odin and Queen Frigga, a seer, passed her grandson over to me to protect. So, Odin made his wife, his son Thor, and his son Loki—Harald’s father—forget about the baby and banished them from Midgard.”

The little girl gasped. “Oh no! Then what happened, Aunt Hera?”

“Odin entered Harald’s bedroom, where Athena, Harald, and I hid behind an invisibility shield. Queen Hel and her brother Fenrir appeared before their grandfather with King Hades and threatened Ragnarök, the end of the world of Asgard. So, Odin left, and I brought the little Godling home to Olympus with me.”

“Wow,” a different camper said, another one of Ares if Hera was correct.

“So, Harald has lived with Zeus and me in Olympus, with Remus Lupin, grandson of Fenrir, a werewolf and second-generation demigod, and Sandraudiga a Valkyrie on loan from Queen Frigga and Queen Hel as a bodyguard. Harald is now five years old and will join you in the summer here at camp.”

“I think that sounds fine; what about you?” Chiron said before asking the other campers. Hera heard a lot of yeah’s, okays, fine by me’s going around.

“What is your name?” Hera whispered to the little girl on her lap.

“Willow,” she whispered back.

“Do you have a picture of yourself, Willow, that I can give to your mommy?” Hera whispered.

“YES!” Willow shrieked before jumping off Hera’s lap and running down towards some cabins.

“Alright, everyone, go back to what you were doing except the older campers, and Mr. D. stay,” Chiron called out as the campers groaned, wanting to hear more stories.

“My Queen, you mentioned you need a cabin built for you? We already have a cabin for the twelve Olympic Gods. So, who’s cabin does this need to be?” Chiron asked.

“You have a Hera cabin? Do you expect me to cheat on my husband with a mortal, give birth to a demigod?” Hera asked, slightly insulted.

Chiron smiled at his sister, “of course not, sister, peace. We were told to make a cabin for the primary twelve. We have only ever used the Hera cabin when two of our campers married; they honeymooned in the Hera cabin. So, with you, the Goddess of Marriage, we didn’t think you would mind.”

“Do you have a cabin for Hades?” Hera asked, “What about a cabin for the minor gods?

“No cabin for Hades and no cabin for the minor gods.” Dionysus replied, “Not to mention the three heads, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, are not supposed to father any more demigods.”

Hera raised her eyebrow at her stepson, “And how long do you think your father can go before he breaks his word?”

Dionysus only snorted as Chiron rolled his eyes.

“Where do the children of the minor gods sleep?” Hera asked.

“They sleep in cabin Mercury, My Queen,” a young man, probably around sixteen, stated, a son of Apollo.

“All campers start in Mercury until or unless their parentage becomes known,” a daughter of Aphrodite replied.

“Build a cabin for Hades,” Hera said, “I know for a fact he has a couple of rugrats running around. Also, build a cabin for the minor gods; they are down here as frequently as the main eleven. They should have a cabin also.” Hera tapped her finger to her mouth, thinking. “Also build a cabin for demigods of other pantheons. Harald can stay in that cabin for nap time and later when he gets older and starts to stay the night.”

“Yes, My Queen,” Chiron replied.

“Have the children who don’t know who their parents are, stay in the minor god’s cabin until they find out. Do we need to assign some older children to watch that cabin?”

“There are meadow Dryads and Satyrs who stay in each cabin who act as cabin monitors,” Chiron replied. Hera raised her eyebrow at that news, “Nothing inappropriate happens where the children can see or hear.” Chiron assured her.

“Very well, do you need anything from me?” Hera asked.

“Some golden drachmas to help pay for all the new cabins would be helpful,” Dionysus said as he slurped his diet coke.

Chiron nodded his head, “and someone to come and look at the wards and renew them.”

“I will have the Goblins of Gringotts add to your accounts so you can pay for the cabins; you might as well update the rest of the cabins while you are at it,” Hera replied but was interrupted as the older campers still pow-wowing with them cheered.

“Can we update them with indoor plumbing, please!” Aphrodite’s daughter begged.

Hera turned and looked at Chiron, “Zeus has not allowed updates since the Camp moved here in the 1600s.”

“Yes, every cabin needs to have indoor plumbing and separate washrooms for boys and girls.”

“YES!” Aphrodite’s daughter yelled out before running off to tell the others.

“Dionysus and Chiron, Zeus can obviously not be bothered by the details of Camp Half-Blood, any updates, changes, housing issues, ward issues, just come straight to me for now on,” Hera replied with a sigh.

“Yes, My Queen,” the two men replied.

“I will bring the wizard, Sirius Black, and the wizard-werewolf Remus Lupin by in a couple of days and have them look over the wards; if they can fix them, great! If not, they can at least tell us who outside of Olympus can fix them. Otherwise, I will drag Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon over, and they can renew the wards.” Hera said as she beckoned Willow, who was hiding behind Apollo’s son, over.

“Queen Hera, here is the picture you requested,” Willow replied very formally. One of the campers had gotten after her for her rudeness to the Queen.

“That’s Aunt Hera to you, little one,” Hera said as she took Willows’ picture and hugged the girl. “Daryl?”

“Yes, Queen Hera?” Ares’s son said.

“Ya-ya or grandmother,” she scolded before she hugged the boy. “I will see you all in a couple of days.” Then, Hera started walking towards the exit.

“HERA? LOKISON?!” Chiron cried out in horror. “As in the God of Chaos and Mischief?!” Hera just smirked and waved at him.

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Both Sirius and Remus stood on the edge of Camp Half-Blood and admired the wards; they were a thing of beauty. They were falling apart, but after 300+ years, the wards were a work of art. Anti-Monster, starting at Wizarding classification of XXX, of course, Crups and Kneazle’s couldn’t even get in, let alone the really dangerous beasties. The next set of wards hid the size of Camp Half-Blood; the ward stone inside the camp could control how large or small the camp was depending on how horny the Gods were some years. Another controlled the weather, making it always pleasant, whatever season it was. The last let all inhabitants know what type of creature stalked the camp’s borders, where they were, and how many there were.

“So I see you’re limping,” Remus said with a smirk.

“I’m not limping; you’re limping,” Sirius replied, sending a hex at Remus, which he sidestepped.

“Did you have a good time at least?” Remus said with a laugh, “I didn’t see you or Apollo for two days; Harry was hurt. He missed his uncle…Apollo.”

“THAT’S JUST CRUEL!” Sirius yelled at Remus, sending a volley of hexes his way. Only the hair color one landed. Remus looked good with teal color hair.

“Did you just throw a hair color hex at a werewolf?” A camper said, and Sirius and Remus turned around in surprise, not realizing they were being watched. All the campers were armed to the teeth with silver. Remus took a step back as all the campers eyeballed him.

“Hi, I’m Remus, and this is Sirius. We are here to work on the wards.” Remus said as he watched a camper nock an arrow.

“Sure, you are, werewolf!” A camper snarled.

“What are you all doing out here?” Chiron said as he exited the camp.

“Hi,” Remus squeaked as the camper drew back his string, “Hera sent us!”

“Remus, grandson of the God Fenrir?” Chiron asked.

“Yup, that’s him, Sirius said, stepping in front of his best friend with his wand drawn.

“Put away your weapons!” Chiron ordered, “Queen Hera told us she would be sending a werewolf to help us with the wards.”

“What’s going on here?” Hera replied as she opened a portal with a little boy holding her hand.

“Wow, is he a centaur?” Harald asked excitedly.

“He sure looks like it; he’s a bit bigger than any centaur I’ve seen before,” Remus replied as he stepped closer to the Goddess, still eyeing the children who had yet to put their weapons away.

“Ah, you have seen centaurs elsewhere?” Chiron asked, intrigued. He thought all the centaurs had gone extinct a thousand years ago.

“Yes, there is a herd that lives in the Forbidden forest next to Hogwarts in Scotland,” Sirius replied as he flicked his wand and turned all the weapons into flowers.

Some of the children threw their flowers down in disgust, “you might want to keep a hold of those; they will revert back to weapons later,” Remus replied as he held Harry, who was playing with Remus’s teal hair.

“As I said a few days ago, I was going to bring a wizard and a wizard/werewolf by to check the wards. Remus here is not just a werewolf; he is a second-generation demigod.”

“No, I’m not,” Remus argued, looking at the Queen as she had grown a second head.

“Are you the grandson of Fenrir? Asgardian God of Wolves and the Hunt?” Hera asked, snidely upset with the campers and their treatment of her friend.

“Well, yes, but…” Remus started to say and paused, “fuck, I’m a demigod!” Remus said, finally connecting with the fact even after living with the Olympians for the last two years. “SIRIUS! I’M A DEMIGOD!” Remus yelled at his friend, panicking.

“Mumy, I’m feeling tingly,” Harry said and Hera’s eyebrow rose as she started to look around the meadow.

“RAAARRRRRR!” came a yell from the forest surrounding them. The campers dived back into the safety of the Camp but stood close enough to watch as a Minotaur came crashing into the meadow where the entrance to Camp Half-Blood stood. Hera took Harald from Remus and handed him over to Chiron, who took the five-year-old into the Camp Half-Blood to watch; while Hera stood in front of the entrance. Sirius just stood where he was shocked at seeing a real live Minotaur.

“Where do you think this big fellow lands on the Ministry of Magic’s Creature list?” Sirius asked Remus as Remus just blinked at Sirius.

“Now?!” Remus exclaimed, “you think we should rate a Minotaur right now? They are not on the list because they are a fucking Myth!”

“Really, Remus,” Sirius jested, “you live in Olympus with the Greek gods, and you think any of the Greek Myths are actual Myths? For FUCKS-SAKE-MAN, we used to play slap-da-ass with centaurs when we were in school.” Sirius started laughing as the Minotaur rushed past him toward Remus.

A portal opened next to Hera, and Fenrir stepped out, “ooh, his first monster,” Fenrir put his hands into his jean pockets and rocked on his heels as he watched Remus try to battle the Minotaur with magic. Then, shaking his head at his pup, “are you a werewolf or not!” he called out.

Remus blasted the Minotaur clear across the meadow and put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. The Minotaur took a deep breath, then focused on Sirius, who he had previously ignored, and charged at Sirius. Panicking, Sirius apparated over to Fenrir and Hera, “Why’d he charge me? I’m not a demigod.” Fenrir took a deep sniff at Sirius, who leaned away from the weird werewolf who had burst into laughter.

Hera’s eyebrow rose in shock before she gently moved Sirius into Camp Half-Blood, “please stay in here, dear, where it is safe. Children of Apollo!” Hera called out, and three children ranging from eleven to sixteen stepped out, “I am leaving Sirius’s protection in your hands.” Hera stepped back out of the Camp and joined Fenrir, who had already been joined by Apollo, Ares, and Heracles.

“Remus, give him the one, two punch!” Ares hollered.

“I am a scholar! I have not been trained for this!” Remus hollered back as he dodged the Minotaur’s grasp.

Fenrir shook his head, “I’m sorry, pup! I will fix that. I didn’t realize you’re father hadn’t trained you.”

“Definitely, I’ll help train you!” Ares hollered to his friend.

“Train him? He’s a demigod; there is a whole Camp that is dedicated to training demigods right behind us.” Heracles replied.

“True,” Ares said as he turned and winked at the children of the Camp. Several campers stood up straighter.

“Yes, about that. I asked for all Apollo’s children to guard Sirius, but only three took up a guard position.” Hera said, looking at both Ares and Apollo, “have you, boys, not claimed all your children? Cabin Hermes is full of children who have not been claimed. So if you are going to do the deed, you should at the very least claim the child.” Hera scolded as both Apollo and Ares turned to look at the camp.

“Children of Ares, gather up together,” Ares turned to look at the camp and hollered. Five children, three girls, two boys, moved to stand together. Ares looked at the rest of the campers and pointed to two identical twin girls, “you two are mine also.” The girls joined their half-siblings.

The two boys groaned, “why are we outnumbered by girls!” one complained, and Daryl just quietly shook his head.

“I don’t know,” Ares responded, “I’ve always had more daughters than sons. Daryl, how’s Meryl doing?”

“He’s in prison. He punched his commander and was dishonorably discharged from the army.” Daryl responded, and Ares just shook his head; Meryl had his grandmother’s temper. Of course, nobody had a temper like Hera, but Meryl’s hotheadedness was close.

While Ares was talking to his children, Apollo was looking for his one missing daughter; he knew she had made it to Camp Half-Blood safely, he had brought her himself when her mother died in a car accident. He finally spotted her holding the hand of Demeter’s daughter, who looked terrified. Winking at the twelve-year-old, she caught his eye and nodded but did not join her siblings as Demeter’s daughter was begging her to pick her up and move further away from the fight. Hera just nodded to him as he turned to watch Remus get his ass kicked.

“FOR FUCK’S SAKE, PUP!” Fenrir yelled, “ARE YOU A WEREWOLF OR NOT!”

That finally clicked, and Remus, now able to turn into a werewolf no matter where the moon was, started to undress. Ignoring the wolf whistles coming from the children of the camp, of all places. Remus changed into his werewolf form; he let out a roar that stopped the Minotaur in his tracks. Snorting and huffing, the Minotaur roared out, then turned and ran back into the forest. Demigod or not, he wasn’t going to tangle with a werewolf in his wolf form.

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“Hail Hydra!” Four men called out as they met each other in the middle of Central Park.

“Report on Project Bedburg,” A tall American man called out. It was apparent he was in charge. “Quinn, Nagel, Report?”

“The healing abilities of the asset are phenomenal. Unfortunately, he did windup losing his arm, but it has been replaced with a cybernetic arm similar to the Winter Soldiers; as he changes into his other form, it also makes the changes.” Quinn reported.

“Yes, I agree. Although the asset’s blood is remarkable, I am currently unable to duplicate what makes the asset change, but I can duplicate the extraordinary healing factor. I am already modifying the Super Serum to add that factor in. Also, I am creating a different serum just for those of us who are normal to take as an emergency heal all.” Nagel replied as he smoked heavily. “In fact, I’ve already tested it on several of the Widows.”

The American waved the smoke out of his face with a sneer towards Nagel, “Karpov, report.”

“Da, the asset, is responding to both the training the Winter Soldier is giving him and to the same programming that keeps the Winter Soldier…ours,” the Russian responded.

“Are you sure?” The American hissed, looking at the Russian Hydra agent, “I don’t want the same fuck up as what happened to the other Winter Soldiers.”

“Nyet, that problem was with Wilfred Nagel’s Super Serum, not with the programming,” the Russian argued.

“It was not!” Nagel argued, “there was nothing wrong with my serum!”

“Enough!” The American called out.

“Make sure there are no problems. This asset is the future. I want an active serum that gives the soldiers the ability to change into the wolf whenever I want! Don’t tell me you can’t do it, just get it done!” The American snapped.

“I need more assets with this ability to study the differences before I can even dream of recreating it. For example, we have found by accident that if the wolf bites you, the one bitten becomes a wolf. But studying those bitten by the asset does not give me the information I need.” Nagel replied as he lit up another cigarette.

The American took it from him and tossed it away, “contact the Englishman.” He replied before walking away.

“God, Pierce is such an asshole,” Nagel complained as the other nodded in agreement before they too left.

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“Uhhh…” Sirius groaned as he sat down at the breakfast table in between Apollo and Remus.

Remus looked at his friend before quickly looking away and scooting his chair away from his friend, holding his nose, “you smell like puke,” he muttered while still holding his nose as Harry giggled at the nasally voice.

“Dadfoot not feel good?” Harry asked Padfoot.

“No pup. I think I’m sick,” Sirius replied as Hera smirked from where she was sitting next to Harald.

Remus pushed Sirius’s face towards Apollo while he took a quick sniff of Sirius’s body, trying to identify the illness by smell. His eyes went wide as he recognized something he hadn’t smelled since Lily was alive. He looked over to Hera, who was having a hard time controlling her smirk. “Ah Siri…,” Remus said, amazed.

“Yeah, Remie,” Sirius said as he sniffed different foods before pushing them away from him and grabbing others.

“Do you have any Veela ancestors?” Remus asked.

“Veela? Yeah, why?” Sirius said around a bite of plain toast. Remus just looked at him, waiting for more. Sirius sighed, “my great-great-grandfather Phineas Nigellus Black’s mother, Ella Black nee Max, was a Veela.” Before taking a sip of tea, Sirius said, “Oh…that also means Harry has Veela blood if Dorea is actually genetically related to Harry with her giving birth to James/Loki. I don’t really understand how that worked.” Sirius said, waving a piece of toast around.

“Veela, as in the daughters of Aellopus the Harpy and Eros, son of Aphrodite and Ares?” Zeus questioned.

“Ah…that makes sense, actually,” Remus responded, thinking of the beautiful women who easily seduced men or who could become raging bird ladies who threw fireballs from their feet.

“Hermes, summon Aellopus immediately,” Zeus called out as both Aphrodite and Ares looked at Sirius. Aphrodite gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she looked at Hera, who just nodded.

“He’s a descendant of ours?” Ares asked, then started to count on his fingers that would make him a six-seven generation demigod…that far removed. Does it even make him a demigod? Is that why the Minotaur attacked him?”

“No,” Remus said with a smirk. That’s not why the Minotaur attacked him. “Not to mention many in the wizarding world have Veela ancestry, it used to be popular to have a Veela wife to parade around, and none of the children of those unions are demigods.”

“You summoned me, great-grand-nephew?” Aellopus, the Harpy, Storm-Swift said as she entered the room. Black hair up in a bun and so many pearls around her neck that you could not see her bare breasts underneath the pearls. Feathers as black as her hair but an iridescent shine to them and feet as deadly as any falcon. Surprisingly, she did not have a beak described in Mythology, but Remus could see that Sirius had her nose. Sirius, however, was freaking out because her whole face looked just like his mother’s Walburga.

“Oh fuck, she looks like my mother!” Sirius moaned, his head hitting the table.

“Well, you mother and father were cousins…maybe being descendants of the Olympian actually made the Black… never mind,” Remus said as all the Olympians looked at him.

Aellopus had immediately narrowed in on Sirius, and she walked over to where he was sitting and sniffed his neck. Sirius quickly hunched his shoulders up to protect his neck and turned to look at the woman. Aellopus cut her left hand using a nail from her right and slammed the bloody hand to Sirius’s mouth as she grabbed his hair, “DRINK IT!” She ordered him, and he was forced to drink her blood or pass out from lack of air.

“Blah…” Sirius said as soon as she removed her hand, he never noticed the golden glow, but everyone else did, “why did you do that? I feel sick enough as it is!” Sirius complained.

“I refuse to have any descendant of mine be hunted as a half-blood; by drinking my blood, you have become immortal, and the baby you carry will be born a Godling.”

“WHAT?!” Sirius yelled before fainting.

OMAKE:

“Aunt Iris is going to have your baby!” Five-year-old Harry yelled at Ares in front of all the Gods attending Zeus’s monthly Curia Deus.

“Ah, yes, Harald. In Six months, your Aunt Petunia will have a half-Blood baby girl or boy,” Ares replied, trying to tone down the explanation for a five-year-old. Meanwhile, the Gods of Olympus, who had not been told that were in attendance, started whispering to each other.

“I don’t want a half-blood cousin!” Harry yelled, shocking the Olympians. They had never heard such racism from the boy. “I don’t want a monster to eat my new cousin!” Harry yelled before bursting into tears and running to his Ya-ya. Hearing the fear for the new baby, the Olympians understood that Harald was not racist, just concerned. Monsters were a concern; there was a reason they were usually not allowed in Olympus. Why Olympians were discouraged from having children with the mortals of Gaia. The majority of Olympus followed the rule; it was the Royal Family that did not.

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“You knocked up Petunia?!” Sirius asked, not believing the rumor he heard on his way to dinner, all of Olympus was talking about it.

Hera slammed her fork down as Harry burst into tears again. She slapped both Ares and Sirius on the back of the head as she walked over to where Harry was crying in his booster seat in between Remus and Sirius and took him out of the room.

“Woops!” Sirius said as he rubbed the back of his head. “She hits as hard as my mother,” he complained.

“Just imagine, getting 3,500 years of getting slapped in the back of the head by her,” Ares bemoaned, and both Sirius and Zeus shuttered.

“Seriously, you knocked up Petunia?” Remus asked not before he checked to make sure Harry and Hera were out of the room.

“I did not!” Sirius exclaimed, winking at Ares.

“Yes…we were arguing about what I teach Harald…it seems he snuck some wooden swords over to her house and taught Dougie how to fight. She was not happy for some reason,” Ares shook his head, confused. A confusion the rest of the Olympian Gods at the dinner table shared. “Well, we were arguing, and one thing led to another, and bada-bing, bada-boom, she’s pregnant.”

Hera returned to the dining room and took both Ares and Sirius’s plates away from them. “When Harald eats, you can eat!” She snarled, upset that her little boy was so upset he wasn’t…no, couldn’t eat dinner.

Remus turned to Apollo, “I am so teaching you how to make an extra-strength male contraceptive potion for you all to take.”

“And you will ALL take it.” Hera snarled again. “RUMORS! The rumor going through Olympus is that the royal family is both hypocritical and barbaric! That we ENJOY abandoning our half-blood children to be killed by the monsters! That WE are just as bad as the monsters!” Hera yelled at the entire table, pointing at all the Greek Gods. “WE! They include ME in this!” Hera cried, most upset that she was included in this rumor, she who had never been unfaithful to her husband, who had never sired a half-blood. Hera threw both Ares and Sirius’s plates against the wall shattering them before she left the room.

Sandraudiga, who was hiding in a shadow, smirked. This was such good blather to share with Odin. He would be gleeful of the chaos happening in Olympus and how upset the Little Monster was at the thought of a monster killing his soon-to-be cousin.

Reminder, this was an omake, a joke. Petunia is not pregnant, but Sirius is. BTW, I so was not planning that. It was just one of those, subplots that added itself, wouldn’t go away, and is totally worth it even it it never goes anywhere. Sirius is one of the brightest stars in the sky, mating with the Sun god, what kind of God or Goddess should the new baby be? Any mystical astrological names I should chose? Help an author out and give me some ideas.

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“So, what do you think of the movie we saw last week?” Sirius asked Apollo as they hung out together.

“Ladyhawke?” Apollo asked with a shrug, they had seen several, but there was only one Sirius wouldn’t shut up about.

“Yeah?” Sirius replied as he snuggled into Apollo. He was always so warm, and it made Sirius feel like he had never been trapped in Azkaban. Yet, even six months out of that hell hole, he still felt cold.

“It was okay. Very Greek, done over and over again.” Apollo responded, not that impressed with the movie. Sirius just stared at him; it was one of the things he liked most about Sirius. Sirius didn’t know Greek history. Sirius was learning about the Greek Gods as he went along. It was refreshing.

“Turning the man into a wolf at night, and the lady into a hawk during the day, never to meet, is very Greek Tragedy. Melpomene was definitely whispering in the ear of the author that day.” Apollo explained.

“What do you think of the name, Etienne for a boy or Isabeau for a girl?” Sirius asked as he pulled Apollos’s hand over to his stomach.

“Eeh. Not my favorites. What about Regulus for a boy and Ella for a girl?” Apollo countered.

“Regulus, where did you come up with that?” Sirius asked, paling. Sirius still missed his brother and hadn’t gotten over that he had abandoned Reggie to his parents’ mechanisms.

“Well, Etienne means a crown, Regulus means, little prince. I was going with a theme.” Apollo said, “Why, what is wrong?”

“My little brother’s name was Regulus. Unfortunately, I…just can’t…not at this point.” Sirius whispered as his past haunted him.

“We should wait to see what type of God or Goddess is born so we can name it appropriately.” Apollo countered, giving Sirius a searing kiss.

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“Camp Half-Blood, camp half-blood, camp half-blood!” Harry chanted over and over at the breakfast table the morning he was supposed to start. Hera was rubbing her temples, and Zeus looked like he was ready to throw a lightning bolt at the little tike.

Not in the mood, Sirius just threw a silencer around Harry as he happily continued to chant in between bites of his breakfast. Everyone sighed in relief.

“I swear none of our children were this bad when they got excited; maybe it’s an Asgardian thing?” Zeus said to Hera as they all watched the happy boy.

Both Sandraudiga and Heracles snorted for different reasons. “It is definitely NOT an Asgardian thing; it is you don’t discipline the boy thing,” Sandraudiga responded.

“No, it’s they never had hands-on with their children thing,” Heracles replied, and all his siblings nodded. “Mortals or Dyads raised your children. You saw them only for short periods. Nothing wrong with it; it’s just a difference in child-raising for different time periods.”

“Yes, Heracles and I were more hands-on with our twins, and they did the same thing Harald is doing when they first went to Chiron for training,” Hebe responded as she poured everyone drinks before she sat down.

Harry pounded his tiny fists on the table and then crossed his arms, pouting.

“See, lack of discipline,” Sandraudiga said firmly, giving the little boy a dirty look behind his back.

“No, it’s he realizes that he has been silenced and is upset that we are ignoring him,” Hera argued with a sigh; she undid the silencing charm and picked Harald up, taking him into the hallway for privacy. “Harald, my little darling. Do you know why Sirius silenced you?”

“Because he’s a meanie?” Harry responded defiantly.

“No, dear,” Hera responded, waiting to see if Harald would get it. He was a smart little boy.

“Because I was loud and annoying?” Harry said as he looked down and rubbed one toe on the ground in a universal ‘ah shucks’ move.

“Yes, dear. Too loud and repetitive. We all understand you are excited, but you don’t need to become the God of Headaches; we don’t need one of those.” Hera replied as she tickled the little pouting Godling.

Harald was giggling as they entered the room and continued breakfast. “Ya-ya doesn’t want me to become the God of Headaches, so I will be quiet,” Harald whispered loudly as everyone sighed in relief.

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The night before:

“Let the feast begin!” Odin declared as he sat down and started loading his plate. Looking around, Frigga was sitting next to him on his right, with Eir next to her. Thor should have been sitting next to him on his left with Loki following, but both boys were missing, as were Baldr and Hödr, who, as younger sons were supposed to be at the end of the table, separated. One next to Loki, and the other next to Eir. Odin could hear Thor’s booming laughter in the crowd as he sat with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. As Odin took a bite of a turkey leg, a fly started to buzz around his head. He swatted at the fly but missed. He put down the turkey leg and took a sip of his mead, and the fly was back. With every bite or drink, the fly bothered him. It wasn’t bothering anyone else; out of the corner of his eye, he could see Frigga smirking and whispering with Eir. The modifications to her personality must have broken, but as long as she didn’t go against his wishes, he would leave her be. All he wanted was a dutiful wife. If she didn’t want to be that, she could be replaced. After all, she wasn’t his first wife. Nor was she a mother to any but his youngest children, not that Thor or Loki knew.

Odin could not hit the fly that was bothering him, and it would not go away; standing up, the feast paused as the Asgardians noticed their King was not eating, “Please, continue and make merry!” Odin said before he walked away.

“Loki,” Frigga said, “sit down and eat my son.”

The fly bothering Odin turned into Loki, and he took his place at the table. “Mother, how are you doing this fine evening?” Loki asked as he filled his plate.

“I am well, son, yourself?” Frigga asked.

“Bored,” Loki replied after taking a sip of his honey mead. “Mother, I constantly feel like I am missing something, that something has been stolen from me, and I don’t know what it is even to start looking for it.”

Frigga looked down, “Loki, Odin has forbidden me of speaking of it,” she whispered.

“Huh…,” Loki said thoughtful, looking at his mother, who refused to look at him to Lady Eir, who only looked at him in sorrow but also refused to speak. “Hel told me a geas was placed on some information when I asked her about the fake dead snake that she threw at Odin a couple of years ago. And now you can’t speak of something. I wonder if it is related?”

Frigga kept her silence, but Eir spoke up, “It is Loki. Why don’t you stop by my office tomorrow? Your mother and I are working on a project, and we could use your help.”

“What kind of a project?” Loki asked, faking disinterest, not that he could hide his genuine interest from his mother and aunt.

“One, that you can’t tell Odin,” Eir whispered, “Welcome back, My Lord,” Eir said loudly as Odin sat down at the table.

“Oh good, that damn fly is gone,” Odin said irritably, and both Loki and Frigga smirked. Half of Loki’s personality problems were because he was too much like Frigga Odin thought. “Baldr, Hödr, where have you been, my sons!” Odin called out to his two youngest and the only biological children of Frigga.

“We enjoyed the Midgardian Olympic games so much we were working with Ullr to figure out how we can bring some similar games to the galaxy and the different Pantheons,” Hödr replied.

“Interesting…,” Odin replied before taking a sip of his mead, “are we going to be expected to host foreigners in Asgard?”

“Yes, with the way the planet Midgard is split up into separate nations, usually the nations bid to be the one to host the games. It brings extra commerce into the nation,” Ullr, the God of Winter, skiing, and other snow sports, replied. They have both Summer Games and Winter Games every four years.

“I don’t know about letting foreigners into Asgard, yes it would bring extra commerce, but it would also bring in crimes. Just imagine Frost Giants in Asgard? Shall we invite Surtur to initiate Ragnarök early?” Odin sneered.

“Father….,” Baldr whined, “this is supposed to create peace through competition, not war.”

“What if we have Vanaheim host the first games to see how it goes? Then we can have several other realms host before we discuss how we can host it safely before we volunteer,” Frigga said, joining the conversation.

“Who would we even invite to join the games?” Odin responded, “plus, isn’t Vanaheim in the middle of a civil war?”

“Yes, but it might be just what Vanaheim needs, working together, competing against the other Pantheons without bloodshed,” Frigga replied.

“No, bloodshed!” Thor boomed, hearing Sif as she was repeating what Frigga said for Thor to hear. “Mother! You’ll take all the fun out of it with no bloodshed!”

“I was thinking of Asgard, Vanaheim, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, Allfheim, Olympus, and then I was thinking of inviting some of the more advanced races like the Kree Empire, Nova Empire, and the Sovereign Race,” Ullr replied to Odin.

“Not the Sovereign Race, those people are narcissistic assholes,” Loki moaned, “No, invite the Furies instead; they are a powerful people; they can keep up with us at least.”

“What games do we do for a Summer Game? For a Winter Game?” Odin asked as he finished his meal and pushed the plate away.

“Well,” Ullr started.

“No, no.” Odin interrupted, “Write everything down and submit it to me and I’ll think about it.”

“Ullr,” a Loki clone whispered in Ullr’s ear, trying to stay out of his father’s sight while at the same time, the original him tried to keep his father busy, “Odin will deny your request if you only submit it to him. Please give it to all the leaders of the different Pantheons listed earlier at the same time. Let all the other Pantheons know they have been invited to discuss the games, and we can come up with a location once everyone agrees. With all the Pantheon in the know, Odin can’t deny you.”

“That’s very underhanded, My Prince,” Ullr turned to talk to Loki, but the clone was gone. Turning to look up at the high table, he saw Loki speaking with his father. Catching Frigga’s eye, she winked. Ullr took that as the Queen giving him permission to go ahead and write everything up and send it to all Pantheons as Loki suggested.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ASGARDIANS, AND GUESTS!” Hödr called out.

“Everyone knows that I am impenetrable! Nothing can kill me!” Baldr joined his brother upfront.

“Oh, Allfather, I hate it when they do this!” Frigga whined to Eir, who nodded her head but grabbed her twin sister’s hand in support. But unfortunately, there was nothing they could do since Odin found the twins trying to kill Baldr funny.

“We have found some new items that we have made into arrowheads to attempt to see if it will penetrate!” Hödr called out, and everyone snickered, except for Frigga, Eir, and Loki. Like their mother, Loki had never liked it when his little brothers did this. Thor always encouraged them, but somehow Loki was blamed when Frigga first discovered this. He did not like it when Frigga was mad at him.

“Today, we have an arrowhead made out of part of a Celestial nose bone,” Baldr called out, and everyone in the crowd oohed and awed.

“We have an arrowhead made out of a 100-year-old Midgardian Holly plant,” Hödr called out, and the Asgardians laughed at the small arrowhead.

“Oh, I really don’t like this!” Frigga moaned, gripping Eir’s hand tightly as she became sucked into a vision. Loki noticing, stood up and moved over to his mother, crouching down behind her; he helped hold on to her as she spasmed from a vision.

The crowd quieted down as they watched their Queen have a vision, “Carry on my sons!” Odin called out.

“The last piece is an arrowhead made from a Midgardian dragon tooth! A Hebridean Black from the northern islands of Brittania!” Baldr called out to the cheers of Asgard. “Hödr and Ullr, if you please!”

Ullr positioned Hödr, the blind twin, across the hall from his brother Baldr; Hödr raised his bow and arrow with the dragon tooth arrowhead attached. Firing the arrow, the Asgardians went into cheers as it bounced off Baldr’s chest. Then, picking a second arrow, Hödr raised it and fired the arrowhead made out of the Celestial bone, only for it too to bounce. Finally, as Hödr fired the last arrow made from Midgardian Holly, Frigga came out of her vision with a bloodcurdling scream of pain and loss. All of Asgard looked at their Queen, afraid of the vision she had only for Hödr to cry out in fear.

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“Gather round campers!” Chiron yelled as he rang the dinner bell. Since it was a morning just after breakfast and not evening, the ringing bell meant something important was happening. “Earlier this year, two wizards came to us and checked and fixed the wards. In addition, Hera visited concurrently and gave us money to update all the cabins and build new cabins. So, please, everyone, thank our Queen,” Chiron called out.

“Thank you, Queen Hera,” the demigods of Camp Half-Blood called out.

Queen Hera, who stood holding Harald’s hand, nodded. Remus also waved when Chiron called him out for the warding.

“Are you the werewolf that scared off the Minotaur?” a girl called out.

“Yes,” Remus said, embarrassed, especially when the kids started to wolf whistle. “I change my mind; I’ll let Ares kick my ass, teaching me to fight,” Remus said and used his portkey to escape, leaving only Harry, Hera, and Sandraudiga.

“Oh, look!” Hera said, laughing, “You all scared the big, bad, werewolf demigod away. I’m so proud of you all.” Hera smirked, then started laughing as a pregnant Sirius dragged Remus back by the ear. All she could hear between the kids laughing was escapee, wolf-whistle, naked, and kids. If Hera didn’t know Remus was embarrassed that the demigods had seen him naked when he shifted to fight the Minotaur, she would be cursing Remus. Not that he was much older than the campers.

Sandraudiga snorted in her cruel way and stood with her feet spread and her arms crossed. Some of Ares’s daughters eyed her before mimicking her.

As Remus pouted and Sirius stood next to his friend laughing, Harald had wiggled out of her grasp and had gone up to Chiron. “Ya-ya says you’re her brother, like uncle Poe and uncle Hades. Is that true?” Harry asked.

“Tis true little one,” Chiron said as he picked up Harald.

“Is it true you are the son of Loki?” Chiron as with a slight shiver.

“Yup!” Harry replied, “but it’s been a long, long, long time since I saw him. I was a baby.” Harry said as he played with Chiron’s long hair, “Mumy raised me. And Ya-ya and Papoo, And Hel and Fen. And uncle Ares, uncle Heracles, uncle Apollo, and uncle Poe. Oh, and Dadfoot! Dadfoot is pregnant with uncle Apollo’s baby, and it’s going to be a Godling like me!” Harry replied excitingly, cutting off his happy mood with a yawn.

Chiron turned to look at Sirius, and he could see that the wizard was now an immortal and was pregnant despite being a male. He would have to catch up on his gossip before Hera left. “Alright, campers!” Chiron called out now that everyone had arrived. “I want the older campers to teach Remus here how to fight. Some of you saw when the Minotaur attacked early this spring, and he has no fighting or battle training. Even a second-generation demigod of a different pantheon needs to know how to defend himself. He can’t always rely on his wolf.” Chiron laughed as some of the older kids started to crack their knuckles and advance on Remus, his eyes going wide. “So have at him!”

Hera started to laugh as she watched the daughter of Nemesis grab Remus by the ear and start pulling him over to the training ring. She could feel in the wards that Nemesis had snuck in recently to speak to her daughter. Nemesis had probably set her daughter on Remus; for some reason, Nemesis liked Remus. Not as a future husband but just a kindred soul, someone who shared some of her sense of fair play. Not to mention Nemesis was a closet bibliophile, and Remus constantly had a new book she could borrow and read on the sly. Remus had started to create a modern library in the Palace full of contemporary literature and word porn; as Ares called some of the books, he had caught her reading. Who knew Vampires were so romantic? Speaking of romance, the wards just pinged, and she could feel Apollo sneaking in; turning to look at Sirius out of the corner of her eye, she watched as he disappeared. Apollo and Sirius were sneaking out of Camp Half-Blood for their own time together.

“Alright, the rest of you,” Chiron called out, interrupting Hera’s slight contemplating. “This is Harald, the Godling, son of Prince Loki of Asgard.”

“What’s he the God of?” Willow, a daughter of Demeter, asked.

“He’s too little to become a God of something. That is a lot of responsibility,” Hera replied to her niece. “Plus, I have a feeling that the two Pantheons will be arguing over him once he reaches the age of Godhood.”

“Why?” Daryl, Ares’s son, asked.

“He was born of the Asgardian Pantheon, but currently Odin has banned him from Asgard as he has banned all of Loki’s children, and so he is being raised by Zeus and me. However, he is a powerful little god; Asgard will notice it one day and want to add him back to their Pantheon while we may want to keep him for our Pantheon.”

“Why should a Godling train with us demigods?” one of Ares’s twin daughters asked as the other nodded along.

“This is not the first time a Godling has trained here,” Chiron growled at the girl. “The most recent was Heracles’s twins.”

“This will be the first time a child of a different pantheon has trained here, correct?” Hera asked.

“Ah well…I can’t answer that…the Mist….” Chiron floundered, trying to answer his sister.

“Oh! Right! I forgot about that,” Hera replied.

“So, we are going to train Harald…,” Chiron looked down into his arms at a sleeping Harry. “Right after he finishes his nap.”

Hera giggled, covering her mouth so she wouldn’t full-on laugh and wake Harald. “You should have seen him this morning. He was so excited to come. It looks like he wore himself out.” Hera took Harald from Chiron, “Who wants to show me to the visiting Pantheon cabin?”

“Me, me, me!” a young Satyr called out, jumping on his hooves.

“Alright, Grover. Go ahead and show our Queen where Harald can take his nap.” Chiron called out to the young Satyr, who had just joined them at Camp Half-Blood this year. Chiron waved to the children to scatter; he would call them all back to entertain and start Harald’s training after his nap and maybe even after lunch. He followed the Valkyrie, who was following Hera down the hill; they had some gossiping to do before she left.

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“Sandraudiga,” Hera called out from her throne, interrupting Zeus’s Curia Deus as the Valkyrie, Remus, and a tired Harald walked by.

The three stopped to look at Hera as the assembly of Olympians parted in the middle so they could see all that happened between the two ladies. It was no secret to Olympus that Hera did not like the Asgardian Valkyrie amongst them, even if the Valkyrie was unaware. “Yes, Queen Hera?” Sandraudiga replied to the Queen.

“Have you heard of the tragedy in Asgard?” Hera asked kindly.

“No, Queen Hera. I have been on Midgard at your Camp Half-Blood all day,” Sandraudiga responded, worried about Odin.

“The twins Baldr and Hödr are dead. Apparently, they liked to shoot arrows at Baldr and watched them bounce off him. Unfortunately, one arrow did not bounce off but instead pierced him through the heart. Hödr took his own life after finding out he killed his twin brother.” Hera said to Sandraudiga.

“But, Baldr is impenetrable?” Sandraudiga said in shock.

“Seemingly not,” Zeus replied.

“Please, dear, take some time off if you need it. Olympus will take over bodyguard duty for Prince Harald,” Hera said kindly.

“I…” Sandraudiga started but stopped.

“Sandraudiga, take some time off. I am aware of your relationship with Hödr,” Queen Hel said from behind Sandraudiga. “This is Hildr; she will be Harry’s bodyguard and teacher while you take time off to mourn.”

“A Frost Giant?” Sandraudiga snarled as she pulled her sword.

“A Valkyrie just like you!” Hel argued back. “Hildr will not harm my brother!”

“Welcome, Hildr!” Hera called out, interrupting what would have been a fight, much to the gentlemen in the audience’s dismay.

“Really, mother? I was going to add mud as they fought,” Ares called out, with Apollo and Sirius snickering next to him.

“Can I play in the mud, uncle Ares?” Harry called out where Remus had picked him up before Harry started yawning.

“Sure!” Ares said happily with a wink to Harald.

“NO!” Yelled Hera, Hel, Sandraudiga, Remus, and Hildr.

“Sandra, take some time off. We’ll be okay.” Remus told the Valkyrie, a little hurt that she liked someone else enough to mourn him. Nevertheless, he thought they were getting along well and had planned to ask her on a date next Saturday, but it would be a douche move if he did that while she was in mourning.

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“Good morning, Harald,” Zeus said with a smile to the yawning little boy.

“Morn’n…,” Harald yawned as he stumbled into the room, following Remus, who moaned as he moved. Following Harald was the new Valkyrie Hildr.

“Good morning, Lord Zeus,” Hildr said as she assumed a bodyguard position behind Harald as he crawled up into his booster seat. She had tried to help him the night before, but he had told her he wasn’t a baby; he could do it himself, which caused all the adults at the table to smile. It was the first time he had done that.

“Harald, how was camp? You ate dinner and went straight to bed last night,” Zeus inquired, looking at Hera as she snorted.

“Oh, it was good, but I’m sore all over!” Harald moaned.

“Sore?” Ares asked, confused. What could the child have been doing to be sore?

“I think he’s less sore and more mimic,” Remus whispered.

HAHAHAHAHA! Zeus and Ares laughed, “He’s mimicking you?” Then, Ares punched Remus on his arm, only for Remus to gasp in pain.

“FUCK!” Remus yelled, “don’t do that!” Harry couldn’t help it, but he giggled at Remus.

“So, little man, what did you do at camp yesterday?”

“Oh, we went on a walk and saw all the buildings; I got to see cabin Ares and cabin Apollo; we saw the smith where they were making weapons!” Then, Harry said before taking a big breath to continue, “we saw the big house, and I met Mr. D, who drinks a lot of diet coke, and we saw strawberry fields!”

“Eat, Harry,” Remus reminded the tike.

Harry took a bite of his food and a drink of juice before he continued, “I saw a large field of Pegasus, but uncle Chiron thinks I’m too young to fly, so I jumped up and started flying on my own to show him I could fly and he chased me around the camp. It was fun!”

Hera had difficulty holding her laughter in but hearing Chiron chasing Harald; she couldn’t do it. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!” she wiped her eyes as everyone looked at her. “Chiron has been nervous about having a chaos godling around. The God Chaos has never had a half-blood.”

“So, what you are saying,” Apollo started only for Heracles to cut in.

“Is Chiron is going to ring our necks for suggesting Harald join Camp Half-Blood.”

“Does uncle Chiron does not want me to come back?” Harald asked, his lip quivering.

“Of course, you are going back,” Hera replied, and Remus just groaned, his head hitting the table. The rest of the gods laughed at Remus.

“I hate you all,” Remus murmured.

“It sounds like this Chiron needs a schedule to follow when it comes to what Harald does so the little chaos godling doesn’t run him ragged,” Hildr said from where she was watching Harald eat a lot of bacon.

“Great idea!” Hera said, clapping her hands. “Since there is not a lot for you to do as you watch over Harald at Camp Half-Blood, if you could work with Chiron to figure out all the activities Harald can take part in, then help him create a schedule. If not, I’m afraid Chiron will run for the hills for the first time. How he didn’t run for the hills when Heracles was a child living with him, I don’t know?”

Heracles and Zeus snorted at Hera but didn’t say anything.

“What did you do after you went flying, little man?” Apollo asked with a smirk. He’d have to tell his uncle/adopted son Chiron that he was the one to teach Harald how to fly. It was always fun to yank Chiron’s tail.

“I played dodge ball with the younger demigods; it was fun! Then Daryl took me over to where the older demigods were beating up Mumy, and he had me show him what weapons I knew and had me practice as uncle Ares does.” Harald said as Ares and Apollo just laughed at Remus.

“Remus will learn,” Heracles said as he patted the man on his back. Remus just dug into his faithful satchel and downed a pain potion.

“Are you planning on doing anything special at camp today?” Hera asked Harald before she started to help him wipe his face.

“Um yeah…,” Harry started only to stop as Hera finished helping him get clean, “We are going to play, Hide and Seek, and something called Capture the Flag! I am so winning; Hide and Seek! I can do invisible, and the demigods can’t!”

Hildr and the rest of the gods snorted, “Harry, what have I told you before about that?” Remus said as he finished his breakfast.

“That it’s cheating,” Harry replied, looking down.

“So, pup, that just means you don’t get caught!” Sirius said as he came into the room, winking.

“Padfoot!” Remus whined, “I’m trying to teach Harry some morals.”

“One, he’s the son of a Marauder, we make our own morals,” Sirius again winked at Harald, “two, he’s the son of the God of Chaos and Mischief. Do you really think he can help but make chaos and mischief?”

Remus snorted, “no, no, I don’t think he can help it, but he can do his best not to cheat!”

“Remus, you are asking him to cut off his arm,” Heracles said, putting his fork down.

“WHAT?!” Remus said, shocked, “I am not!”

“I am the God of Games, correct?” Heracles asked, and Remus nodded, “Hide and Seek is a game.” Remus and Sirius nodded, and Harry watched Heracles closely. “Now, in games, there is fair play and cheating. Now we Greeks, we are all about fair play until you toss in a bit of chaos. Chaos is that one in a million shot, it’s a first-place runner tripping because his shoe became untied and all the runners except the one in last place fall over the tripped runner in first-place, leaving the space open for the last-place runner to win. Chaos loves sports; he’s all over it, and yes, sometimes Chaos can become mischievous, and that’s where cheating can come in. Some card players can win a game whether they cheat or not, but there is the thrill of getting caught in cheating.” Heracles said before he took a sip of his drink, “I know for a fact that when playing Hide and Seek with Mortals, Harald plays by the rules. However, demigods are not Mortals; they are the children of Gods! As such, becoming invisible really isn’t cheating; it’s fair play.”

“All’s fair in love and war, and Hide and Seek, and Capture the Flag.” Ares chimed in.

“So let him have fun and be a kid. If he wants to cheat at, Hide and Seek, with demigods, let him.” Sirius said as he stole the bacon off Harry’s plate.

“Hay!” Harry yelled.

“Thbbpt,” Sirius raspberries the air at Harry.

Harry squints his eyes at Sirius, and suddenly he starts smiling, “Mumy, I’m ready to go now.”

Remus looks up and sees Sirius with reddish pink, raspberry-colored hair, and snorts, “Sure, Harry.” Remus picks Harry up and dashes out the door with a giggling Frost Giant following him.

“HARRY!” Sirius screams.

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“Oh Sirius, Apollo, she is gorgeous!” Hera squealed as Sirius handed their daughter to her step-grandmother. Hera unwrapped the baby and started to inspect her. “Wings?” Hera asked as Zeus looked over the baby, trying to pretend he wasn’t interested.

“Yes, she will have wings like an angel,” Apollo said as he conjured a chair for Sirius, who was still tired. Even though Sirius didn’t ‘give birth’ as a male, they still had to do a cesarean to remove the baby.

“Flip her over deary so I can check the wings,” Aellopus ordered her great-grandniece.

Hera ignored Aellopus rudeness and did as she asked while Aellopus checked the baby’s back and shoulders, “Ah, she’ll be flying in no time. Some of those Angels born to Asherah and Yahweh did not have the correct skeletal form and fell to their deaths as they tried to fly. It was funny to watch.” Aellopus cackled.

“Yeah, the Christian misinterpreted it as fallen angels,” Apollo laughed, having been watching that day too. “Nope, they didn’t become devils; they just became dead.” Both Apollo and Aellopus laughed hysterically.

“You are very strange sometimes,” Sirius said, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend and the woman who looked like his mother wearing a naked chicken outfit who insisted he calls her grandmother.

“Oh, did you see that!” Zeus excitingly said as Hera rolled the baby back onto her back and covered her back up. Zeus kept trying to uncover her to see if he could see any more electricity that coated her body for a brief second.

“Yes, father,” Apollo said laughing, she is a little lightning bug!

“Oh, are you going to name her Astrape or Bronte?” Zeus asked, “Or even Zeusa? Dione?”

Apollo laughed at his father while Sirius looked confused, “Dione?”

“That’s the feminine version of Zeus, not to be confused with the Titaness Dione, mother to Aphrodite,” Hera said as she finally slapped Zeus’s hands that kept trying to take the baby away from her. Then, she gently handed Zeus the baby.

“Nope, we are naming her Baraqiel,” Sirius replied, “the lightning of God.”

“After the Lightning Angel that Thor killed in Lithuania, during the Pagan Wars?” Hera asked. “Are you sure it’s safe to name her that? After all, you are friends with Loki. So, I assume you will eventually meet Thor.”

“I told you we should name her Thora!” Sirius said as he hit Apollo in the chest. Apollo’s eyes were wide because he didn’t remember having that conversation. Zeus burst out laughing seeing Sirius pull one on Apollo. Baby Baraqiel yawned and zapped Zeus, making him laugh more.

Chapter Text

Sandraudiga stood in New York city; well, she leaned against the Empire State Building. She was to return to her duty as bodyguard to the little monster after being gone for six months. Hel had her working in Valhalla after she took her mourning period off. Odin hadn’t called her in all that time; he hadn’t even known that Hel had pulled her from guard duty. Closing her eyes, she remembered the conversation they had had. Odin could be so cruel sometimes.

"Sandraudiga!” Odin called out as he entered Valhalla; Sandraudiga quickly bowed to her lord, “what are you doing here? I have been trying to reach you for six months now!” Odin barked.

“My Lord, I did not know. Queen Hel pulled me out of Olympus when she heard Hödr had died. She had me sequestered here during my mourning period, then working here in Valhalla.”

“Oh yes, I forgot I was fucking my youngest son’s secret wife. So what did he leave you in his will?” Odin asked, smirking.

“Nothing but a letter; he found out about our affair,” Sandraudiga said, hanging her head.

“Yes, he confronted me,” Odin said with a smile, “You are to take up your place at the little monster’s side. If Hel asks, feel free to tell her I commanded it.”

“Yes, My Lord,” Sandraudiga replied.

“Sandraudiga, what are you doing here?” Hel asked as she joined Sandraudiga leaning against the Empire State Building.

“Odin saw me in Valhalla and has sent me back to Olympus; he knows Zeus is raising the boy, so he wants to be kept informed, but Odin also knows all of Loki’s children have been monsters, just because he doesn’t look like one now doesn’t mean he won’t turn into one later.”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Hel snarled.

“Ah…, I’m sorry, My Lady,” Sandraudiga said.

“Don’t lie to me! You are not sorry; you knew exactly what you were saying when you said it,” Hel quarreled, moving so she was facing the Valkyrie. Here hold this. Hel handed the Valkyrie the Horcrux Stone.

“Ugh. What is this?” Sandraudiga asked as she tried to hold onto the Stone with just her fingers.

“Hold onto it with your hands, explore it with the death magic I gave you when you joined the Valkyrie. Tell me what you see, what you feel!” Hel snaped. “Yes?” Hel turned and asked Hades as he had appeared.

“Well, hello to you too, your time of the month?” Hades asked sarcastically.

Both Hel and Sandraudiga gave the Greek Death God the, ‘what the fuck did you just say?’ look. “I found another one,” Hades said as he threw a broken piece of a ring to Hel, the stone at the top missing.

Hel promptly added it to Sandraudiga’s open hands where she was cradling the Stone while trying to touch the smallest amount possible, “ugh,” Sandraudiga moaned in disgust.

“What happened to the stone?” Hel asked Hades and rolled her eyes as Hades threw it to her.

“It was not part of the Ring Horcrux, so I removed it. However, it felt like part of your magic. What did you do?” Hades asked curiously.

“I tried to give my grieving son some closure, a way to speak to his dead wife,” Hel replied as she again rolled her eyes at the look Hades was giving her.

“What? I was still a child,” Hel argued as Hades rolled his own eyes.

“My Lady!” Sandraudiga whined.

Hel took the Horcrux Stone and the Ring from Sandraudiga and watched as the Valkyrie slumped, “well, what did you learn?”

“A tortured soul ripped into pieces. The Stone held less of the soul than the Ring, but still the same soul. A vile man, murdering innocents to create those pieces. Maybe 5-6 total pieces,” Sandraudiga replied as she constantly wiped her hands on her Celtic blue skirt, which matched her Celtic blue cape; the colors went good with her silver and gold uniform. She was trying to get the awful feeling off her hands.

“Anything else?” Hel asked.

“Whoever that man is, he deserves the deepest, darkest pit of Niflheimr,” Sandraudiga replied.

“Hades is going to take him once I find all the pieces he has scattered about,” Hel said as she made the two pieces disappear, “I don’t want that vile man in Niflheimr with his ancestors. He doesn’t deserve it.” Hel snarled. “The Horcrux that is in the stone wasn’t always there. It had a different container once.”

“Where?” Sandraudiga asked, looking between Hel and Hades. The former seemed to know already as he was watching her, not Hel.

“In the tiny scar of a one-year-old infant. A little boy whose mother died trying to protect him from the monster who would split his soul as a way to become immortal,” Hel responded, watching Sandraudiga, seeing if she caught on. ‘Stupid bitch’ Hel thought as Sandraudiga just stared at her in confusion.

“Odin happened to come along and see the infant. Sensing the Horcrux, the All-Father declared the boy a MONSTER,” Hel through Sandraudiga a hint.

“That foul thing was in Prince Harald?” Sandraudiga asked, and Hel nodded; ‘no wonder the boy is a little monster; he’s infected,’ she thought.

“Alright,” Hel said with a sigh, “If you want to go back to being Harald’s bodyguard, I will recall Hildr.”

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Six-year-old Harry ran through the forest within Camp Half-Blood, invisible and for once quiet. He and the other campers were having a Snipe Hunt. Last summer, Harry would play with the other demigods, Hide and Seek, and he was invisible, and they still won! Fed up of losing this year, Harry went to the BEST when it came to Hide and Seek, aunt Artie! She and the other hunters sat him down and told him he had lost because he was TOO noisy. He giggled when the other campers got close to him. He giggled as they walked away from him. His giggling gave him away every time. He couldn’t help it! Then he remembered Sirius silencing him, so now as he played, he made himself invisible, intangible, and silent. He could giggle to his heart’s content, and no one could find him. Harry had been coming to Camp Half-Blood during the daytime now for a week, and he won every single, Hide and Seek so far! What he didn’t know is his silence made it so the adults also couldn’t find him.

Remus was going to kill Sirius the next time he saw him. Today was the day he was supposed to be tested by Chiron and the senior camp councilors on his fighting. If he passed, he would go to Heracles for testing and more training if needed. Despite his whining, at the beginning of his training, he knew this was what was best for Harry. James and Lily might have made Sirius Harry’s godfather, but with Sirius in Azkaban when Harry needed him most, Remus stepped up, to the point where he could not give Harry to Sirius. Harry was his son. Sirius could remain the fun uncle. If Loki came tomorrow and asked Remus to give Harry to him, he didn’t know if he could do it; he loved that little boy so much. But, seeing that Loki was technically his great-grandfather/best friend, not to mention Harry’s father, he hoped Loki would at least share Harry. But none of that had anything to do with why Remus was going to kill Sirius. No, Remus was going to kill Sirius because someone had let a monster into Camp Half-Blood, and no one could find Harry. Sirius had silenced Harry last year, and Harry figured out how to silence himself, so now there was a fucking emergency, and no one could see or hear the little boy. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” Remus growled out loud.

‘Here snipe, here snipe,’ Harry thought to himself as he held an empty pillowcase. He could hear others calling for the snipe and more calling for himself. It looks like the Snipe Hunt in the forest became a game of Hide and Seek. Harry’s favorite! He smiled a mischievous smile as he giggled.

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“All-Father,” Hel called out as she and two Valkyries entered the throne room while a feast was going on.

Odin sighed; he had seen more of the monster this decade than any other period since she was born, “Yes, Goddess of Death,” Odin replied with a sigh; he was going to have a headache before she left. He just knew it.

“I would like to introduce two new Valkyrie. They will be helping me with a project.” Hel said before pointing to the Valkyrie who was behind her to her right. The Valkyrie was blonde with the traditional Heidi braids falling down on either side of her head, long enough to reach her waist. She was wearing the silver leather pants uniform with the Gold armor over the leather, with the traditional Celtic blue cape. A sword strapped to her waist and a wand strapped to her wrist, which was unusual. Typically Valkyrie was raised that wands and magic were for women and household chores, not shieldmaidens and battle. That told the royal family and those in the know that these Valkyrie were not Asgardian raised but Midgardians. The Valkyrie standing to Hel’s left was dressed identical to the blond, also with a wand strapped to her wrist, but she had deep red hair that flowed free. Both Valkyrie were wearing their battle helmets, with eye, nose, and jaw pieces that covered the majority of their faces and white feathered wings that stood up from the side of their heads. Those wings let everyone know that these Valkyrie were part of the Pegasus cavalry. Those that rode horses had a horse tail coming out of the top of their helmets instead of the wings. “Standing to my right is Dordi; before she died, then joined the Valkyrie, she was a Priestess of Frigga on Midgard; she was also a battle mage. Standing to my left, Lilja was a Priestess of the Morrigan; she too was a battle mage before she died in battle and joined the Valkyrie.

“Hello ladies,” Odin flirted but started pouting as both ladies only bowed, nothing else.

“Ladies, welcome to Asgard!” Thor boomed, and Loki, who was bored and sitting with one elbow on the table, his head in his hand, had just looked the women over before rolling his eyes at his brother. However, the blond was giving him a look that screamed, ‘get your elbow off the table and sit up straight, young man,’ he did not know why her look bothered him, but he did as he imagined he was told. The blond smirked and winked at him, like some other lady he couldn’t quite remember used to do; this told him he did not imagine things.

“Oh, Dor…Dordi, I do miss having tea with you. Please take some time to visit with me, both you and Lilja,” Queen Frigga said as she clasped her hands together, holding them up to her mouth in prayer like her eyes shining with tears of joy.

‘Well, that was one Valkyrie he wouldn’t get to bed,’ Odin thought as he saw the two women interact silently. A Priestess of Frigga would be faithful to Frigga till the end of days. He looked over the red-haired Valkyrie, ‘gorgeous’ he thought, but as a Priestess of the Morrigan, she would be faithful to Hel, as Morrigan was her Celtic form.

“Wonderful,” Odin called out, “New Valkyrie are always welcome! So, Hel,” Odin paused, looking at Loki’s monster, “what project do you have these Valkyrie doing when they could be helping on the battlefield in Vanaheim instead?”

Hel took out the two Horcruxes and banished them to the table in front of Odin. Odin and Thor immediately recoiled from them. Having seen the Stone before, Frigga helped Hel come up with this plan, just sat normally in her seat. Loki, however, leaned over Thor and picked up the Stone.

“FATHER! DON’T LICK IT!” Hel yelled at Loki, slapping her hand to her face in shock, horror, and disgust as he ignored her and licked it a second time. Finally, he put the Stone down and stared at it, his head tilting one way before tilting his head in the other direction.

“What did you learn, my son,” Odin asked, and the occupants of the feast hall leaned in closer to hear.

Loki picked up the Ring without a stone and licked it a couple of times too. Dordi had facepalmed and shook her head while Lilja had her head in her hand, shaking it in the classic, ‘I can’t believe he did that.’

“They are soul shards of the same man,” Loki started as he looked a the stone as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. The Ring holds 25% of the soul; it was the second one made. The Stone has 1.525% of the soul and was the sixth one made. I want to help with this project. I assume you are hunting for the pieces?”

“No,” both Hel and Odin said at the same time. Just because Hel said no, made Odin want to let Loki help, but sending Loki to Midgard was a disaster waiting to happen.

“No, my son,” Odin said, “you are needed here, and the Valkyries, as Midgardian born, are better equipped to handle this.”

Loki looked at Odin and really wanted to whine, but he held it in. He would help no matter what they said; he just had to find a way around his father.

“My Lord, Hades of the Greek Underworld is here to see the Goddess of Death,” Heimdall’s disembodied voice called out to the hall.

“What does he want?” Odin asked Hel.

“He’s not trying to court you, is he?” Loki asked, ready to grab a shovel, in an overprotective father move.

“No, father, Hades is not trying to court me. Now if it was Ares…,” Hel teased.

“What?!” Loki called out.

“Enough, Loki!” Odin shouted, “What does he want?” Odin questioned Hel.

“I don’t know,” Hel responded, “You will have to let him in and ask him yourself.” Hel snarked back.

“Heimdall let him in,” Odin called out.

“You do know as a Death God I can technically go anywhere without your permission,” Hades appeared, sitting on the table in front of Frigga, eating off her plate. The guards in the hall either pulled their swords and aimed them at Hades or aimed their spears at the Death God. Odin just waved them away.

“Help yourself,” Frigga replied with one eyebrow raised, “what is the quote? Oh yes, were you raised in a barn?”

“No, I was raised in a stomach of a Mad-Titan,” Hades replied as he blinked innocently at Frigga. Hel and Loki snorted.

“Sirius and Apollo found another one,” Hades said, getting up off the table and walked over to Hel, holding out a locket.

Loki waved his hand and summoned the Locket to him, where he proceeded to lick it.

“Did he just lick a Horcrux?” Hades asked Hel looking at Loki like he had gone mad.

“Yes,” Hel said, sighing in a very put-upon way.

“I see I wasn’t the only one raised by a mad man,” Hades said, and Hel snorted.

“Yes, he can be crazy at times,” Hel responded.

“Well, hello, ladies,” Hades replied, looking at the two new Valkyrie.

“Married,” the two ladies replied at the same time, then slapped each other’s palms together.

“The soul in this Locket belongs to the same as the Stone and Ring, holding 12.5% of his soul being the third one made. So you ladies are halfway there. Are you sure I can’t be assistance to you…hey,” Loki said with indignation. “This is my locket! I misplaced it on Midgard a thousand years ago; how dare he pollute my locket this way!” Loki conjured a pink crystal anal butt plug and tore the soul out of his locket, transferring it to the sex toy.

This time Hel, Lilja, Dordi, and Frigga all slapped their face, “FATHER!” Hel whined, “you are so embarrassing sometimes!” Hel shouted and stomped one foot as Thor, and the rest of the hall laughed. Odin shook his head in exasperation, and Loki just winked at Hel.

“Here you go, ladies,” Loki smirked at the red-head, who looked like she would rather punch the God of Mischief than take the Horcruxes.

“So, Sirius and Apollo had their little Godling,” Hades replied and conjured up a replica of the baby for Hel to see. “Prince Harald of Asgard is over the moon at being an older cousin to the Godling.”

“Oh,” Frigga moaned in delight, “she is lovely. Will she have wings?”

“Yes, just like an angel,” Hades replied.

“Will she be able to fly, or will she fall?” Hel asked snorting, she was too young to remember the angels dying, but she heard about it.

“She will fly. Oh, by the way, Thor, she is a little lightning Goddess,” Hades replied.

“Ah wonderful,” Thor thundered, “we can always use more lightning.”

“They named her Baraqiel,” Hades replied as he watched the Thunder God closely.

“Why would they do that? They could have named her Thora!” Thor laughed at his own joke.

“I believe it was discussed,” Hel cut in.

“Who is Prince Harald of Asgard?” Loki asked.

“Never you mind!” Odin snarled, “I think it is time for the four of you to leave. You have a Midgardian soul- ripping-beast to find after all.”

Hel vanished the three Horcruxes to where ever she was keeping them as she grabbed Lilja and Dordi and became invisible. Hades had already faded away.

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The night before:

“Sandraudiga,” Odin said, bored, “I grow weary of this child. Will he be on Midgard tomorrow?”

“Yes, My Lord,” Sandraudiga replied, “he will be on Midgard at the Olympus God’s cesspit, called Camp Half-Blood.”

“Camp Half-Blood?” Odin queried, trying to think of where he had heard that before.

“It’s where all the demigods go to be safe from the Greek Monsters,” Sandraudiga reminded Odin, “Our version is called Hotel Valhalla. Most of the Gods have children there except surprisingly Loki. He does not have any children there. However, Thor has a four-year-old daughter who just arrived from Britannia,” Sandraudiga gossiped.

“Loki does not have any children there because I tend to find them and kill them,” Odin said smugly, and Sandraudiga smiled, “I have a present for you, my dear.”

Sandraudiga’s eyes lit up; Odin had been ignoring her since Hödr had died, “oh, My Lord?” Sandraudiga purred seductively.

“Hold out your hand,” Odin ordered, mentally rolling his eyes at his whore.

Sandraudiga held her right hand out, palm flat, expecting either a ring or a bracelet. “Hold out your hand palm up!” Odin said exasperated with his current mistress, ‘All-Father, she is dumber than Thor!’ Odin thought as he watched her flip her hand over. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small golden bird the size of a hummingbird. “This is a Snípa; I designed it. It is a cross between a golden Snitch and a Gastornithidae, a horse eater. Let it go in Camp Half-Blood and suggest the children do a Snipe Hunt; it will trigger the transformation between the hummingbird size to its gigantic size and will, in turn, hunt the children. Hopefully, it takes out some of the Olympian demigods and the horseman, as it takes out the little monster.” Sandraudiga took the bird, pouting that it was just a monster, not a proper present.

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“Chiron, have you seen Harry?” Remus asked, worried, as they met in the middle of the forest.

“No, Remus, I have not,” Chiron replied as he found more children who had been participating in the Snipe Hunt and sent them to their cabins via a portal he created.

“HARALD LOKI POTTER!” Remus yelled, and he magnified his voice with a sonorous charm, “YOU COME TO THE OAK MEADOW, RIGHT THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN OR YOU ARE GROUNDED!”

“Uh oh, Harry said as he peeked out behind an oak tree at Chiron and Remus. Harry made himself visible and tangible and stepped out and started walking across the clearing, only to take a couple of steps and stop. Remus had turned and was beginning across the meadow towards Harry, but Harry looked to be screaming silently and was pointing behind Remus. Then, flying down from the top of an oak tree was the golden monstrous, titanic, colossal bird sweeping in towards Remus with its beak open. There was no time for Remus to jump out of the way before he was swallowed whole.

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Last Chapter:

“Chiron, have you seen Harry?” Remus asked, worried, as they met in the middle of the forest.

“No, Remus, I have not,” Chiron replied as he found more children who had been participating in the Snipe Hunt and sent them to their cabins via a portal he created.

“HARALD LOKI POTTER!” Remus yelled, and he magnified his voice with a sonorous charm, “YOU COME TO THE OAK MEADOW, RIGHT THIS INSTANT YOUNG MAN OR YOU ARE GROUNDED!”

"Uh oh," Harry said as he peeked out behind an oak tree at Chiron and Remus. Harry made himself visible and tangible and stepped out and started walking across the clearing, only to take a couple of steps and stop. Remus had turned and was beginning across the meadow towards Harry, but Harry looked to be screaming silently and was pointing behind Remus. Then, flying down from the top of an oak tree was the golden monstrous, titanic, colossal bird sweeping in towards Remus with its beak open. There was no time for Remus to jump out of the way before he was swallowed whole.

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“To the new lightning goddess!” Thor boomed out a toast, and those in Asgard’s hall responded cheerfully. “Come, brother, let’s go sit with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three,” Thor elbowed Loki as he watched their father leave the room.

“No, you go,” Loki replied, not wanting to sit with the annoying quartet but leaning closer to his mother and aunt.

“Go, Loki,” Eir whispered, “maybe you will learn something that we cannot tell you.”

Loki got up and started walking to the middle of the hall where his brother and friends were sitting. On the way, many Asgardians stood up to slap him on the back for a ‘good show.’ Magic was more than a show, but to the magicphobic-Asgardians, magic was only used by women. So while all the men slapped him on the back, congratulating him to his face, behind his back, they were stabbing him with their comments about how girly he was. ‘What is wrong with these people?’ Loki thought.

“What was that thing you created?” Lady Sif asked Loki snidely as he sat down next to Thor.

“Don’t explain it to her!” Fandral cried out in alarm; she’ll stab me! Loki cocked his eyebrow up; there had to be a story there. Lady Sif sitting on the other side of Thor reached across the table and tried to stab Fandral anyways. At the same time, Volstagg choked on his drink, trying to drink and laugh simultaneously, and Hogun joined Loki in cocking his eyebrow and pushing Fandral away from him.

“I was just asking Lady Sif and the Warriors Three if they knew of a Prince Harald of Asgard,” Thor said as quietly as HE was able while trying to look for his father. “I don’t think father wants us to know about him, which is why I didn’t ask while up at the table.” Thor winked at his brother.

“Very clever,” Loki replied sarcastically, bored out of his mind. “I would like to know the answer to that question too,” Loki replied, looking at Lady Sif and the Warriors Three.

“We are not allowed to tell you,” Hogun said, looking away from Thor and Loki; the other two also looked anywhere but at Thor and Loki.

“Not allowed, or compelled not to?” Loki asked, thinking of the project he was helping his mother and aunt. Citizens of Asgard from all over, from the palace to the lowly goat farmer, were either compelled or showed signs of having their memory erased. Loki and Eir were going house to house checking all the citizens, running tests, and later comparing the tests. It was the same person who was attacking Asgard magically. Frigga and Eir refused to tell him who they thought was doing it; he felt it was his father, but why would his father talk to a goat farmer?

“Both,” Volstagg replied into his cup, hiding the fact that he was talking. Thor sat and watched his brother and friends talking, reading their lips except for Volstagg; he turned to look at Loki, who mouthed silently, ‘both.’

“I have not been compelled into silence, but I have been ordered not to tell anyone who asks,” Lady Sif replied as she daintily cut up her food and took a bite. Loki rolled his eyes; why did the cunt feel like she had to tell them that she wouldn’t tell them. “It’s a good thing, I am not a citizen of Asgard, and I don’t have to do what the Asgardian King tells me, only what the King of Vanaheimr orders without question.”

Thor laughed and took a drink, “well, dear lady, why don’t we all retire to my rooms so this tale can be told in privacy, so you don’t get in trouble with our father,” Thor said as he stood up, holding his hand to Sif to help her stand.

**

“I do not believe you!” Loki growled, and Thor watched Lady Sif closely. He knew she was not fond of his brother, but he did not think she would make up a story like this just to hurt him.

“Tis true, the two dead Midgardians who have been revived and turned into Valkyrie used to be your dead mortal mother and wife. Prince Harald of Asgard is your infant son who the Olympians are raising,” Sif replied coldly. She loved this; who knew telling Loki the truth could cause him so much pain!

“My father may be a cruel man, but he wouldn’t erase my memory of a wife and child and muck about with my personality. I would know if he did!” Loki shouted before storming out of the room.

“Lady Sif, you are too cruel sometimes,” Fandral said as he turned his face away from Thor so he couldn’t read his lips, not knowing Thor had invisible mirrors all over the room that only Thor and Loki could see so he could read the lips of those who had turned away from him. Thor watched as Sif just smiled cruelly.

“Lady Sif, your word as a warrior,” Thor said, looking at the woman who the King of Vanir sent to be his bride—which he did not want to marry her—“is the story you just told us, true? Lilja and Dordi are Loki’s Midgardian wife and mother? Prince Harald of Asgard is my nephew?”

“Yes,” Sif replied honestly.

“My father made my mother, Loki, and myself forget about Prince Harald?” Thor asked as he watched in the mirror behind Sif, the Warriors Three standing behind him, gesturing for Sif not to answer.

“Yes,” Sif replied.

“Leave me, I need to think about this,” Thor answered, angry at his father and his friends for trying to keep the truth from him.

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“What are you doing, my son?” Odin asked as he entered Thor’s room with Frigga on his arm.

“I am gathering up baby items and toys for the new lightning goddess!” Thor yelled out joyously, smirking when his father winced and winked at his mother.

“Aah, you do not need to do that. I have already sent a gift.” Odin responded, and Frigga rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Odin did not send anything.

“Wonderful, that gift is from Asgard. This gift is from me, one lightning god to another. I had artisans recreate some of the toys that helped me control the lightning when I was a babe to help her.” Thor boomed, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three will come with me while I make my delivery to Olympus, don’t worry, father, I will be safe from Zeus!”

“Yes, that is what I was worried about,” Odin mumbled to himself, turned slightly away from Thor. ‘Do I forbid him from going? That will trigger that damn curiosity he is cursed with and make him want to go. Or do I let him go, risking he will learn of the Little Monster? Then, I can wipe his memory when he gets back.’ Odin thought to himself. “Safe travels, my son,” Odin replied and steered Frigga out of the room. For once, she was the dutiful, silent wife.

**

“My friends, are you ready?” Thor boomed as he joined Lady Sif and the Warriors Three in the Rainbow bridge chamber.

“Thor, Odin, will not approve,” Volstagg replied worriedly, looking at Heimdall.

“Odin has already approved and let me know,” Heimdall replied as he set the rainbow bridge to the Olympian receiving chambers and sent a silent message to Heracles about imminent Asgardian arrivals.

Thor handed the basket with his gifts to the little goddess to Lady Sif before he reached into his pocket and pulled out another basket that had been shrunk; using the magic that he had, he unshrunk it and ignored the looks his friends gave him and sent to each other. ‘What, Loki isn’t the only one with magic,’ Thor thought. Thor had seen his mother vanish the basket to a table that was behind Odin when they were in his rooms earlier that day. “Alright, let’s go!” Thor boomed happily and watched as his friends joined him on his trip to Olympus.

**

“Prince Thor of Asgard, Lady Sif of Vanaheimr, Lord Hogun of Vanaheimr, Lord Fandral of Alfheim, Lord Volstagg of Asgard,” Heracles called out, introducing the lot to those of Olympus who were gathered in the Palace hall.

“Welcome to Olympus, son of Odin, daughter of Freyja, and the Warriors Three! Your tales have been told even on Olympus!” Zeus called out.

“Xena! Warrior Princess! How are you, my lovely lady?” Ares called out, winking at Lady Sif.

“Do not call me that!” Lady Sif growled out, and the Warriors Three chuckled.

“How is your sister, Gabriella?” Ares asked.

“That is not her name!” Sif called out furiously.

“I come bearing gifts for the house of Zeus and congratulations on a new grandbaby from my mother Queen Frigga and Asgard,” Thor thundered, interrupting what he was sure was going to be fun to watch. However, it was irritating Sif and a potential political disaster for Sif and the Vanaheimr if it continued. ‘See, I pay attention to politics.’ Thor thought. “I also bring gifts from myself, one lighting god to the new Olympian lightning goddess.” Thor and Sif passed the two gift baskets off to some Olympian guards who stepped forward.

“Thank you,” Apollo and Hera called out together, Apollo nodding his head to Thor.

“You didn’t happen to bring your brother, Loki, did you?” a man standing next to Apollo called out as he rocked the new baby in his arms.

“My father doesn’t know I am aware of his misdeeds, and I’m sure he will attempt to wipe my memory as soon as I arrive home. However, had I attempted to bring my brother with me, he would have never let me leave,” Thor replied to the immortal. “You know my brother?”

“Yes, Loki, as James was my best friend, my brother-from-another-mother. I am Sirius Black,” Sirius replied with a bow. “And thank you for the gifts for my daughter.”

“You consider my brother, your brother?” Thor asked, and Sirius nodded, “then you can consider me a brother also!” Thor boomed happily, “now I would like to meet my new niece and nephew if I can.

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Chiron was firing conjured arrows as fast as he could at the monster bird’s head, while Harry stood rooted to the spot he had initially stopped when he saw Remus get eaten. He was still screaming, but he had not removed the silencing spell when removing the invisible and intangible magic. All the arrows Chiron fired worked; after eating Remus, the bird was circling for another shot at the child was now crashing. Seeing the bird was going to fail, Sandraudiga moved from where she was hiding, watching, smirking; she ran to the little monster and grabbed him before the now dead bird would run him over. As the bird came to a stop, Remus thrust his sword through the bird’s stomach and cut his way out. Seeing Remus alive, Harry ran and threw himself into Remus’s sticky, stinky, goopy-covered arms, balling his eyes out; silently. “You pass, my friend,” Chiron said as he put his hand on Remus’s shoulder, who was rocking his terrified little boy. Sandraudiga stood up from where she had crashed while trying to get the boy out of the way and dusted herself off, rolling her eyes at the child.

Harry finally figured out how to unsilenced himself but was still crying and hiccuping, “Uncle Chiron, I want to learn how to shoot a bow and arrows next.”

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“Remus! What happened?” Hera called out in shock at the state of the usually facetiously clean man. He was carrying Harry, who had fallen asleep due to all the excitement of the day.

Remus entered the room and stood near some new people, “Odin, sent another damn monster to try to kill Harry.”

“Odin would never!” A large rotund red-headed man with an ax over his shoulder exclaimed.

“Volstagg, be silent!” Thor growled loudly at his friend. “What happened?”

“We, Chiron and I, discovered a monster had gotten past the wards at Camp Half-blood while I was testing, and we started to look for Harry, who had made himself silent as well as invisible as he played with the demigods.” Remus sighed tiredly, “By the way, Sirius, I am going to kick your ass when you finally put down the baby.” Remus called out, and Sirius gulped; Apollo smirked.

“What happened next?” Zeus called out.

“I threatened to ground Harry if he didn’t show himself, which he did, and that is when a golden bird the size of a hummingbird grew to a huge monster and dived bombed Harry, eating me in the process.”

“That explains your state,” Hera replied as she got off the throne and walked towards Remus and the Asgardians taking Harry from a tired Remus.

“He looks like Loki as a baby,” Thor said as quietly as HE could. Hera stopped and turned around so Thor could see his sleeping nephew.

“Does he?” A new voice asked from behind the Asgardians, making them all tense.

“Fenrir,” Thor replied as he grabbed the handle of his sword.

“Uncle Thor,” Fenrir smirked as he stood next to Remus, “Oh, relax! I’m not going to attack you unless you triggered Ragnarok.” Fenrir told Thor, “Please continue, grandson,” Fenrir said, looking at Remus.

“Chiron filled the monster bird with conjured arrows, and after it crashed, I cut my way free.”

“Grandson?” Thor asked, looking at Remus.

“Oh, excuse me, great-granduncle, I am Remus Lupin of Midgard, grandson of Fenrir,” Remus said, smirking as Lady Sif and the Warriors Three took a step away from Remus.

“Are you a wolf, like Fenrir?” Thor asked.

“I am,” Remus replied, having finally gotten over his own prejudices about being a werewolf.

“You are mortal?” Thor asked.

“I am,” Remus replied, but Fenrir frowned as he looked at Remus.

“So you are Thor…primogenitor of the Longbottom family,” Remus said, looking at Thor, “I can see it; Frank looked like you. You and he have the same build.”

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Volstagg started laughing, “Longbottom! I forgot you used to be called that as a teenager.”

“Shut up, Volstagg!” Thor yelled, and Remus saw Sirius through up a dampening field around Thor, so he didn’t wake the two sleeping children in the room. “What do you mean primogenitor? I’ve never had children.” Thor asked Remus, who just blinked at him before turning to look at Fenrir, who just snickered.

Sandraudiga leaned against the wall on the other side of the Asgardians, and Lady Sif gave her a dirty look, “Sandraudiga, what are you doing?”

Thor turned to look at the Valkyrie, “I am the bodyguard to Prince Harald,” Sandraudiga replied, bowing to Thor.

“Shouldn’t you be near the child you are bodyguarding?” Volstagg asked, giving her an appraising look.

“Yes, of course,” Sandraudiga said and crossed the room to stand behind Hera, who was sitting on her throne with Harald snuggled into her lap. A blanket that Zeus had stashed behind the throne was draped gently over the boy. Zeus and Hera may have fucked up parenting with their own children and stepchildren, but they were acing it with Harald, and their children and stepchildren couldn’t be more proud. Olympus was changing with Harald’s arrival, and it was changing for the better.

“What do you mean primogenitor? I’ve never had children.” Thor asked softer.

“Frank Longbottom is…was a friend of ours,” Remus said as he pointed to himself and Sirius, “and James…Loki’s. He and his wife were attacked after the attack that killed Harry’s mother and tore James…Loki away from us.” Remus took a breath, clearing his throat, he started again, “Frank claimed he was a descendent of the God Thor of Asgard. He was the thirty-ninth generation from Thor, his son Neville is fortieth. A prophecy states that the God Thor would bless the Longbottom family and restore his blessing and power on the family at the fortieth generation.”

“I had a child? How long ago?” Thor asked.

“Five years if we listen to rumors!” Ares yelled out.

Thor turned to look at Ares in shock, “One thousand years ago,” Remus replied. “Why Longbottom?” Remus turned and asked Volgstagg, who had laughed at the Longbottom name.

“Oh, when Thor was a child, a teenager, his body grew at a disproportionate rate, his ass grew before his legs and the rest of his body,” Volgstagg replied with a snicker. Thor just gave his friend and old bodyguard a dirty look.

Sirius snickered and handed the baby to Apollo and walked over to the Asgardians…Apollo looked at the baby and looked at his current mate; not wanting him to be alone with the Asgardians, Zeus called over to him quietly and gestured for Apollo to give Zeus the baby. “Frank looked like that as a teenager,” Sirius said, sniffing Remus and pulling back, “Man, Moony, you smell worse than Bara’s diapers!” Sirius whined, pinching his overly sensitive nose. Apollo came over and put a protective hand on Sirius’s shoulder, and Ares, who had wandered over, squeezed Sif’s ass before disappearing to the other side of the group.

“Ares Zeusson!” Hera yelled out, standing up with a still sleeping Harry in her arms, “apologize right now!”

“Xena, I apologize for touching you inappropriately,” Ares said, looking between his angry mother and an angry Sif. Thor and the Warriors Three just smirked, waiting on the smackdown she had given other men who touched Sif. However, they were desperately holding in laughter when they watched as Artemis walked in and smacked Ares upon the back of his head along with several of Artemis’s hunters, who were Ares’s daughters. “Daughter’s quit hitting me!” Ares whined while Olympus and the Asgardians laughed.

“Quit being a chauvinist pig!” One of Ares’s daughters called out as she stood with Artemis.

“Yes, Ares. If you ever want to date me, you need to grow up.” Hel said as she entered the room. “Nephew, congratulations on escaping death today. My realm was watching and gambling on your impending death. Instead, I won several pots of gold by you living!” Hel kissed Remus on the cheek.

“Ah, thank you?” Remus replied to Hel as Sirius snickered, leaning on Apollo.

“Date?” Thor boomed, pointing at Ares. “Is that why Loki was threatening a shovel? What would a shovel do to a God of War?” Thor asked. “Volgstagg, loan me your ax,” Thor said, eyeballing Ares, who took a step back with his hands up in a submissive, I have no weapon on me move.

“A shovel is for hiding the body,” Sirius stepped up and whispered in Thor’s ear.

“Ah, yes. Loki can ax you, and I will bring the shovel!” Thor said, looking at Ares. “My niece is too young for you!”

The room burst into laughter, “Come, Asgardians! Let us feast as friends tonight. Remus, take a shower before joining us!” Zeus called out, and Remus just groaned; he so wanted to go to bed, not joining the gods drinking.

**

Thor stood in London and closed his eyes, searching for his essence. ‘There to the southwest,” he thought before swinging his hammer and flying towards the tip of the island. Thor stood and looked up at the cylindrical-shaped dwelling. The one with his essence was towards the top; he concentrated on the magic lessons his mother forced him to practice with Loki and opened up a portal to the child’s bedroom. He stood and gasped at the little girl tucked into bed, with strange runes on the wall above her. “Luna Thora Lovegood.”

“Pandora named her after you,” a voice said from the doorway behind Thor as a spell hit the little girl. Thor stepped in front of her protectively and looked at the blond man. “Don’t worry, my Lord, it’s just a spell to keep her asleep; we don’t want to wake her while we talk. Although, to be honest, I hit Pandora with one too.”

Thor just stood in front of his daughter and looked at the man, “My name is Xenophilius Lovegood. I am Pandora’s husband and Luna’s stepfather. I must say it is an honor to be the stepfather of an Asgardian demigod.”

“Is she safe here?” Thor asked, looking at the sleeping child.

“For now. I added extensive wards when I married a pregnant Pandora, especially when she told me her daughter was the demigod, daughter of Thor.” But, Xeno said as he came in and touched his daughter’s head, “when it is time for her to leave home and attend Hogwarts, that will be another question with three demigods in resident during that time.”

“Hogwarts? My brother built that school when we were teenagers,” Thor responded, remembering the castle full of Seidr and Seidrmenn.

“Yes, going by the name Salazar Slytherin with a werewolf son tagging along and turning Salazar’s best friend Godric Griffindor into a werewolf,” Xeno replied, his eyes going glassy.

“You are a seer?” Thor asked, knowing the symptoms from his mother.

“Yes, so is Luna; she gets that from you,” Xeno replied, looking at Thor.

“Three demigods?” Thor asked.

“Yes, the daughter of Thor, the son of Loki, and the son of Nótt,” Xeno replied.

“Harald is a godling, not a demigod,” Thor replied, thinking about his nephew. The Olympians had jogged his memory the night before by having him watch the wild hunt and what happened afterward. “Wait, Nótt, the Goddess of Night and Darkness?”

“Yes, apparently every five generations, she comes to earth to search for her daughter, Jörð, your mother, and while she is here, she has a demigod with the heir of the Nott family.

“Jörð? The primordial Goddess of the planet Midgard? My mother is Queen Frigga, Goddess of Marriage and the Hearth.” Thor replied, shocked.

“Yes, she is. And she loves you truly, madly, deeply. But Frigga is Odin’s second wife, a stolen war bride, and your stepmother. So Odin either killed Jörð or hid her. No one knows.” Xeno replied again, his eyes glassy. “You should put a spell on Luna Thora Lovegood to hide her from your father.”

Thor bent over and kissed his daughter’s forehead, concentrating on hiding her from his father. Then, standing up, he offered Xeno his hand; shaking hands, Thor looked at Xeno, “please keep our daughter safe.”

“I will do my best, my Lord,” Xeno bowed to the God of Thunder and watched as he stepped through a portal to what looked like the Longbottom Manor in West Yorkshire.

Thor stood and looked at the manor house his ancient descendent currently lives in. So much more worthy of a child of Thor than the tiny house his daughter presently lived in. However, he could feel his daughter was loved in her home, while his descendant was treated coldly in this house. That would have to change. Thor made himself invisible, intangible, and silent as he portaled into the bedroom of his fortieth-generation descendent, Neville of the House Longbottom.

The room was cold, not just physically but also emotionally. Plenty of books, but no toys. From what he learned from Fenrir’s grandson, the child was six years old. Six-year-old boys should have toys. Luna Thora had toys. Harald had toys. So why did Neville not have toys? Thor decided to wander through the manor’s house and look around. He found a gluttonous pig feasting in a dining room, drinking too much, and two older ladies arguing in a parlor. Neither lady was a descendant, but unfortunately, the pig was. “Hel?” Thor whispered and was surprised when his niece showed up. “Yes, uncle Thor?”

“When is the gluttonous pig’s time up?” Thor asked.

“Soon,” Hel said as she listened to something Thor could not see or hear.

“Oh! Apparently, he is the younger brother of the old Lord. He is enjoying being Regent and spending as much of the Longbottom money as he can. He attempted to kill little Neville today by throwing him in the lake to drown. The pig didn’t know a mermaid colony lived in the lake, and they saved the little heir. He’s also in the process of hiring someone to kill his wife; he plans to replace her with a much younger model and beget heirs from the poor girl. He wouldn’t survive sex in his condition.” Hel snorted.

Thor just stared at his niece, enraged about the treatment of his descendant.

“Uncle Thor,” Hel said, pausing and looking up, tilting her head one way and another before continuing, “his place on my list just moved up.”

Thor walked into the dining room and watched as the man started choking on a chicken bone; he was able to spit it out before taking a drink and grabbing another chicken bone. ‘Dumbass,’ Thor thought, then walked behind the pig who tried to murder a six-year-old, Thor still invisible and intangible, walked behind the man and grabbed his throat, just holding it. Making his hand tangible, the bone, the pig, was again choking on stayed lodged in his throat. The pig tried to grab Thor’s hand and pull it away, but come on, Thor is a god.

Augusta Longbottom née Nott, great-granddaughter to the Goddess Nótt, stood in the dining room doorway. “Ahh, Algernon Longbottom, choking to death on a chicken bone,” Augusta said, looking at her abusive brother-in-law, not moving an inch to help. The man was already purple in color, quickly turning blue.

Thor turned his head to look at Hel; she just shrugged.

“Let me tell you a secret as you choke to death, dear Algie,” Augusta walked over to the table and sat down one chair over from the pig; she didn’t want him to grab her while he was choking. “Frank was yours,” Augusta whispered to him, his eyes go wide, “yes, he was your son; you left him when you raped me. Making the boy, you tried to murder today, your grandson.”

Thor nodded in understanding and let go when Hel nodded that Algernon, “Algie,” Longbottom was dead. Augusta stood up and walked towards the doorway, “Thank you, great uncle, Thor, Queen Hel,” she said, never turning to look at the astonished God and Goddess in the room before she left the room.

Thor and Hel walked up to Neville’s bedroom, and using their magic, they conjured all sorts of toys, Asgardian toys for the sleeping child. Then, Thor walked over to Neville as he had done with Luna and kissed his forehead with the thought of hiding the boy from his father.

**

“Heimdall, bring me home,” Thor called out from the back garden of Longbottom manor. He remembers the land now that he looked around. A tavern used to sit where the estate now sits, and the tavern owner had the most beautiful Seidr daughter that he had ever seen.

“Welcome home, my Lord,” Heimdall said to Thor.

“Did the illusion work?” Thor whispered as quietly as HE could.

“Yes, you worked the magic perfectly. Your father erased that illusion’s memory, and Lady Sif and the Warriors Three helped you back to your rooms. Your brother saw illusion you, and he knows and is waiting for you in your rooms, but he will never say anything.” Heimdall said to Thor as quietly as he could, knowing Thor mainly was deaf.

“Can you see them?” Thor asked about Luna and Neville.

“Yes, but only because I know to look,” Heimdall replied, “I will try to send her help whenever I can get away with it.”

“Thank you, Heimdall,” Frigga said from the doorway.

“Mother?!” Thor said, shocked to see her and suddenly very afraid of her and for her.

“Hush, my son,” Frigga said as she pulled Thor’s forehead to rest on her forehead. “Luna Thora will be safe, Harald will make sure of it while they are in school together, and her future husband, Neville, will make sure she is safe once they leave school. So be calm; my son or your father will notice.” Frigga stood back and held out her arm, waiting for Thor to calm down, take a deep breath before escorting her back to the palace.

“Husband?” Thor asked his mother, thinking of little Neville.

“Yes, I have seen it. Come let’s pick up some shopping on the way for an excuse to be out,” Frigga said, and Thor, like any son of Asgard, just groaned in pain.

Odin watched Frigga and Thor shop using Huginn and Muninn, feeling secure that his son continued to know nothing.

Chapter Text

“Heimdall, have you seen my son Thor?” Odin asked as he, Loki, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three walked into the Bifrost Chamber.

“Ah yes, he’s on Midgard in a city called New York. Once a month for the last year, he’s been meeting with Ares, Apollo, Apollo’s husband, and Fenrir’s mortal grandson for drinks at a pub,” Heimdall said reluctantly. “I’ve been watching to make sure he’s okay; besides a few bar fights, which he obviously won, there have been no hostile overtures towards Thor.”

“WHAT?!” Loki questioned, “Why didn’t he bring me? I like drinking on Midgard. Midgardians are so fun in a fragile way.”

“Why didn’t he bring you? Why didn’t he bring us?” Volgstagg said, pointing to himself and the other two from the Warriors Three.

“I’m happy he didn’t include me. I swear if Ares grabs my ass one more time, I will kill the man!” Lady Sif growled.

Odin and Loki look at each other, “You mean, my dear, you haven’t already killed him for such an offense?” Odin asked, looking at the warrior princess. “Perhaps we should talk to King Óðr and Queen Freyja about their daughter marrying Prince Ares instead of Prince Thor?” Odin said, turning to Loki, who looked like Christmas had come early with the smirk he was trying to hide.

“WHAT?!” Lady Sif yelled, “NO!”

“He even has a nickname for our dear Lady Sif,” Fandral said with a smile, “Xena, Warrior Princess!”

“Oh well,” Loki said, smirking at Lady Sif, who was attempting to murder Loki with her eyes, “It must be love.”

Lady Sif screamed and pulled her sword, swinging it at Loki, who expertly danced out of the way. Odin, Heimdall, and the Warriors Three quickly got out of the way while Lady Sif did her damndest to murder Loki, who was just playing with Sif. Sif was a great warrior, just not better than Loki. Heimdall quickly moved between the dueling two and opened the Bifrost to let Thor, who the two new Valkyrie was holding up. Odin looked at his drunk older son. “Thor and the Olympians found the Wizarding section of New York and discovered that Wizard alcohol can actually make them drunk,” Dordi replied.

“You got to try Firewhiskey!” Thor belched, and a flame came out of his mouth; both Lilja and Dordi moved their faces back, so they didn’t have to smell it. Sif had ignored Thor’s arrival and was still trying to take Loki’s head off, “When do you think, Siffy, will admit to being madly attracted to Loki and just fuck him?” Thor whispered as quietly as HE could.

“I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO LOKI!” Sif screeched, turning her sword towards Thor, and both the Valkyrie dropped Thor and pulled both their swords and their wands in defense of Thor, who just sat down and continued to drink from a bottle of Firewhiskey he had brought to Asgard.

“Not attracted to Loki? How can you not be attracted to Loki? He’s so handsome,” Lilja said, winking at Loki, who looked like he had been punched in the gut.

HAHAHAHAHA! Thor laughed, “Yes, I forgot! Lilja totally wants to fuck you, brother!”

Lilja’s face turned bright red, and she slapped Thor’s arm with the back of her wand hand, turning his long blond-hair bright Pepto Bismol Pink. Loki turned to look at his father, who looked like he was enjoying Loki’s embarrassed reaction.

“Yes, well, maybe some other time,” Loki said and walked towards Thor, not looking at either Valkyrie, and helped him stand up. Thor draped his arm over Loki, giving Loki some of his weight. The Warriors Three rushed over to help Loki, and Lady Sif just stood there before screeching and throwing a tantrum.

“THOR!” Lady Sif yelled, and Thor looked over his shoulder at her, “apologize right now!” Lady Sif screeched, stamping her foot.

“For what?” Thor asked, and Loki snorted.

“I AM LEAVING! LEAVING THOR!” Lady Sif screamed.

“Okay! Enjoy visiting your parents,” Thor boomed happily, not paying any attention to the tantrum Sif was throwing.

“THOR! I WILL NOT RETURN UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE!” Lady Sif screamed and walked through onto the Rainbow bridge that Heimdall had opened to Vanir.

Odin stood and stared at the retreating group, Thor hanging off of Loki, who was struggling to hold his weight. Fandral was sort of holding onto Loki but was busy flirting with the two Valkyrie who had followed Thor, Loki, and the Warriors Three. “I can’t remember what I was going to do when I found Thor,” Odin said, turning to Heimdall, who just smirked and shrugged. Odin slowly followed his sons back to the palace.

Loki kept trying to slyly look behind him at the red-haired Valkyrie who was following them, but every time he did, she caught him looking and would wink. It was infuriating! Who the hell did she think she was winking at him? Women didn’t flirt with him, they flirted with Thor, and he was always stuck with the seconds. She, as gorgeous as she was, wasn’t flirting with Thor but him. It made him very uncomfortable. Loki felt out of his depth, ‘damn it; she is so checking out his ass!’ Loki thought, ‘I will not get an erection, I will not get an erection, damn it!’

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Earlier that day

“My Lady, Thor of Asgard to see you,” Gudbrand Nott said as he entered the throne room of Nott Castle outside of York, England, where his lady goddess and wife, Nótt, was entertaining some of her Jötunn relatives. Gudbrand smirked cruelly as he entered the room and stood at the bottom of the raised throne his Lady was sitting on, their son, Theodore, sitting in her lap.

Thor entered the room and stopped seeing several Jötunn in the room just staring at him. He expected Lady Nótt to be a Jötunn but not her entertaining.

“Hello, grandson,” the black-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed woman sitting on the throne said.

“Ah…ah, hello,” Thor stumbled.

“Grandson?” Another black-skinned Jötunn asked, looking at the female then looking at Thor.

“Yes, father, this is Thor, son of Jörð,” Lady Nótt replied.

“Ah, Lord Nörfi,” Thor bowed to his great-grandfather, God of Endless Darkness, the Abyss.

“Thor, this is Queen Laufey and her consort Fárbauti,” Lady Nótt introduced the other two blue-skinned giants, “and this is your uncle, Theodore.”

Thor stared at Laufey, “I thought it was supposed to be King Laufey?” Thor questioned.

“All Jötunn are hermaphrodites; I gave birth to my heir, so I changed my title from King to Queen. How is my heir, by the way?” Laufey asked snidely.

“I would not know that?” Thor boomed, confused.

“Hello!” Fenrir walked into the room, slapping Thor on his shoulder. “Uncle Thor! Granny Laufey! Popps!” Fenrir walked past Thor, kissed Laufey’s hand, and shook Fárbauti’s hand, “Lady Nótt, Theo, Gudbrand.”

“Wolf! Who invited you in?” Gudbrand Nott snarled.

“I came with uncle Thor,” Fenrir pointed to Thor, who only raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“How are you, grandson?” Laufey asked.

“I am good, Granny!” Fenrir smiled, “Oh! The last time you came to Midgard, Lyall was a tiny boy--he’s dead now--but his son, I couldn’t be more proud of him. Uncle Thor, is Remus at Camp Half-Blood?”

“Yes, he is….” But, Thor said hesitantly, “the Olympians will not appreciate it if we bring a bunch of Jötunn into their camp with all their demigod children.”

“Are you not here to invite Theodore to join my brother Harald at Camp Half-Blood?”

“Oh, did Angrboða have a new child?” Fárbauti asked.

“No, Popps, Odin killed mother, so she couldn’t give Loki any more monsters,” Fenrir growled.

“Prince Harald of Asgard is Loki’s child,” Thor boomed, “I’m still a little lost on how I would know your heir and why my nephew calls you Granny and Popps.”

“Your father is such an asshole,” Lady Nótt cut in, “you see, he is like his father, a rapist, a kidnapper, a slaver.”

“Well, I knew he was a liar, a manipulator, and an adulterer…; what….” Thor said but stopped, not knowing how to ask.

“Your grandmother, Bestla, was a Jötunn that your grandfather an Aesir kidnapped and raped and held hostage. Your mother, Jörð, willingly married Odin, thinking he was different, as their mothers typically raised children. She thought Bestla had raised Odin. But, unfortunately, he had not been; he was just as monstrous as his father, Borr,” Lady Nótt said before she stopped and looked away.

“He was very abusive to her, even when she was pregnant with you. Then, once you were born, she begged us to save her and her twins,” Nörfi continued in place of his distraught daughter, “We broke into Asgard and were able to rescue your twin brother, Meili, but Volgstagg killed the man who had you, and he took you back to the palace. Furthermore, we never even got close to rescuing your mother.”

“I have a twin brother?” Thor asked, “is he?” Thor stopped and bit his lip.

“Is he what, uncle Thor?” Fenrir asked but suspected what Thor didn’t want to ask. “Is he deaf like you?”

“DEAF?” Lady Nótt asked loudly, “Since when? He wasn’t born deaf.”

“He wasn’t?” Fenrir said at the same time Thor said, “I wasn’t?”

“How is it you can hear us if you are deaf?” Laufey asked.

“I can hear if you speak loud enough, and I read lips,” Thor replied, looking at the Frost Giant. “What happened to my mother?”

“We don’t know; she went missing after the failed rescue attempt. We think Odin either killed her or more likely hid her here on Midgard.” Laufey replied.

“Why would he hide her?” Thor asked.

“To control you.” Laufey responds, turning to look at Thor as she spoke, “as you said, Odin is a manipulator, he keeps her alive, he controls you, you rebel, he threatens to kill her. Jörð is only the first that he threatens; he controls.”

“During the Aesir-Vanir war, he kidnapped your step-mother Frigga, your older sister, and forced her to marry him,” Lady Nótt replied.

“Sister? Frigga is my sister?” Thor asked.

“Yes, Frigga is the daughter to Queen Freyja and Fjörgynn, which is the name Jörð goes by in her masculine form,” Lady Nótt said, “by taking her, Odin holds the Vanir hostage, your pending marriage to Lady Sif, is also a way to hold the Vanir hostage. Odin can use the two ladies as a way to control you.”

“I am not marrying Lady Sif,” Thor huffed, and Fenrir laughed.

“That’s not what she said,” Fenrir snorted, and Thor smacked him on the back of the head.

“Loki is not your brother,” Laufey said sadly.

“He is not the son of Odin and Frigga,” Fárbauti replied, grabbing Laufey’s hand.

“Loki is our son,” Laufey said, “Odin kidnapped him from Jötunheimr as a way to control us.”

Thor stared at the two Jötunn, “Loki is my brother. He will always be my brother.”

“We are okay with that,” Fárbauti replied.

“Why did you come for Theodore, grandson?” Lady Nótt asked.

“Ah yes…,” Thor boomed then cleared his throat, “Harald is living with the Olympians; during the summer, he attends what is called Camp Half-Blood, a haven for the Olympic demigods where they train with weapons, play games, swims, and generally have fun with children who are just like them. I came to invite Theodore. My daughter Luna will also be attending.”

“Daughter?” Lady Nótt asked excitedly, and Fenrir turned to look at his uncle; he had been unaware of Thor’s daughter.

“Please,” Thor begged, “do not let Odin find out I have a child.”

“She will be safe, uncle Thor,” Fenrir said, “I promise.”

“Well, then. Theodore, would you like to meet some other demigods?”

“Yes, please,” Theo said, looking up at his mother for permission.

**

“Thor! What do you think you are doing?” Zeus yelled as he, Ares, Apollo, Sirius, Remus, and a squadron of Olympic guards portaled into Camp Half-Blood, ready to defend their children. But, instead, what they saw was Harald playing tag with two new children. Children who were not Olympians and Thor and Fenrir were standing with four Jötunn and two mortals watching.

Zeus sighed and waved his squadron to head back to Olympus, “Thor? Fenrir?”

“King Zeus! My friends! Come see my daughter.” Thor said, pointing to the little girl who was putting a crown of daisies on the heads of two disgruntled seven-year-old boys. Harald had tried to pull it off his head but had his hand slapped by the little girl.

Hera portaled in, running, and grabbed Harald checking him over before looking at the other two children she didn’t know. A little blonde girl handed Hera a crown of daisies mixed with sunflowers. Hera put it on her head with a smile. Harald took her hand and pulled her over to where the adults were standing. “Ya-ya! This is my Granny Laufey and Pappa Fárbauti; they are my daddy Loki’s bio…biologic parents.

“Biological,” Remus corrected.

“Queen Hera,” Laufey said with a nod.

“Queen Laufey,” Hera said nervously as she clasped Harald to her.

“You are doing a fine job of raising our grandson. He looks happy, healthy, and whole,” Fárbauti said.

“Thank you,” Hera whispered.

“Will you be taking him?” Zeus asked, and his sons all tensed, looking at the Frost Giants.

Laufey and Fárbauti looked at each other, “No, it is too dangerous. Odin controls us by keeping Loki hostage. If we were to take Harald, Odin would certainly invade Jötunheimr,” Laufey said sadly as she touched Harald’s face; it turned blue briefly, and his green eyes turned red.

“We would like to see him occasionally,” Fárbauti added, looking at Zeus.

“That can be arranged, but in Olympus, not Camp Half-Blood,” Zeus said, looking around at the demigods who were watching all the Gods meet. Sad eyes were watching, knowing they were not allowed to approach all the Gods.

“So, Harald, who are your new friends?” Hera asked.

“This is my cousin, Luna Thora Lovegood; she is uncle Thor’s daughter. This is Theodore Nott; he’s Lady Nótt’s son; they are going to Hogwarts too! Theo will be in my year!”

“Lady Nótt, can Theo attend Camp Half-Blood with me every day and stay the night on Saturdays and Sundays as I do?” Harry asked the Goddess of Night.

“Let me think about it, and I will let you and Theodore know on Monday,” Lady Nótt replied, “Why don’t you three head back out and play some more.”

**        

Sandraudiga stood in the forest and watched as Thor became a traitor. Oh, Odin would reward her for this knowledge. Hearing a stick snap behind her, she put her hand on the pommel of her sword and turned around. Hel stood right behind her and put her hands on Sandraudiga’s temples. Sandraudiga passed out and dropped. Lilja and Dordi stepped out of the trees.

“That BITCH!” Lilja yelled, then kicked an unconscious Sandraudiga in the ribs.

“Calm yourself, Lilja,” Hel said as she knelt by Sandraudiga, her hand on Sandraudiga’s forehead, reading the secrets hidden there.

Ares had heard Lilja yell and wandered over, the other Olympians and their guest watching him. “Whatcha doing, sexy lady?”

“I am reading Sandraudiga,” Hel told Ares nonchalantly, “I do this every six months. She is a spy for Odin, I watch her closely, and memory charm her whenever she learns something she should not share.”

“You will keep her from sharing Luna and Theodore’s existence?” Laufey asked as she stepped into the woods, followed by Thor and Lady Nótt.

“Yes, grandmother,” Hel replied, “by the way, grandmother, have you met Lilja? Loki’s wife, Harald’s mother?”

Lilja stands tall, “It is an honor to meet you, Queen Laufey.”

“Ares, what is going on?” Sirius said as he stepped into the woods, “LILY!” Sirius screamed and jumped over the downed Valkyrie and hugged the redhead crying.

“Sirius,” Dordi said from behind him.

“Mum?” Sirius said as he pulled away from Lily and grabbed Dorea in a hug.

“I better stop everyone else from coming over,” Ares said as he walked away, back towards the group.

“What is going on?” Laufey asked Hel.

“In 1959, Loki helped me and my husband have a child. He turned himself into a Midgardian mortal and…using sex magic…became my baby, James. I gave birth to him. Sirius is my grand-nephew, my brother’s grandson. He and James were best friends; Sirius came to live with my husband and me as a teenager. My husband and I died from weaponized Dragon Pox. Lily, James’s wife, was murdered by a madman.” Dorea said as she hugged the balling Sirius to her.

“Hel came to us and offered us resurrection; we could live again if we became Valkyrie for 100 years,” Lily finished the tale, “Loki currently doesn’t remember us,” Lily smirked.

“Oh, no, I know that look,” Sirius laughed, wiping his tears.

“Lily is having fun teasing Loki; he currently hates her,” Dorea laughed.

“Oh, he is so fun to tease!” Lily laughed, and Laufey smirked at her daughter-in-law.

“I see; Harald has your eyes,” Laufey said, looking at Lily.

“Yeah, he does, and my da’s eyes,” Lily said as she looked past Laufey to watch Harald playing with the son of a Death Eater and a Goddess.

“Heimdall just informed me that Odin is looking for me!” Thor boomed as he stiffened up for a moment with his eyes closed.

“Calm down,” Sirius said as he pulled a bottle of whiskey out of an expandable pouch at his waist. Sirius opened the bottle and started to splash Thor with the alcohol.

Lily started laughing, “Thor, let Heimdall know that he is to tell Odin you are drinking with Ares, Apollo, Sirius, and Remus.”

Dorea smiled, catching on, “Lilja and I will return with you, and you will act drunk,” Dorea took the whiskey from Sirius and handed it to Thor, “take a drink or two, be careful it’s strong.”

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“Sandraudiga,” Odin said as he walked along the Rhein River, and the Valkyrie joined him for his walk, “anything new to report?”

“No, my Lord, the boy continues to live with the Olympians, Hera, and Zeus, both dote on the boy. The boy attends Camp Half-Blood during the summers, Monday through Thursday, he goes home to Olympus for dinner, Friday and Saturday, he spends the night at the camp. Then, he goes home on Sunday after breakfast to spend the day with Zeus and Hera.” Sandraudiga informed Odin. After Hödr died, Odin stopped being her lover. It was like he was only paying attention to her because she was his son’s wife. She missed Odin’s attention; no, she missed her husband. She should never have become Odin’s mistress.

“WHAT?! Since when has he been staying the night?” Odin growled, mad that Sandraudiga had not thought to let him know. Odin backhanded the Valkyrie, who was supposed to be his spy. HIS!

“Ah, for a year, my Lord,” Sandraudiga said, cringing, she could have sworn she had told him, “since he was seven.”

“On Friday, after you drop him off, you will come to meet me in the mountains of Norway, where you will transport a troll into that bloody camp to kill the boy once in for all!” Odin yelled at Sandraudiga, spittle flying everywhere.

Sandraudiga dropped to her knees, “My Lord, they will know I did it.”

“Can you still not give me the location of the camp?” Odin asked, eyes flashing with irritation.

“No, my Lord, I can maybe transport you to the location, then you could bring the troll on Friday,” Sandraudiga whispered, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Not that the mortals could see or hear them, it was immortals she was worried about seeing her.

“Let’s try that,” Odin said as he yanked Sandraudiga to him, “right fucking now!”

Sandraudiga took a deep breath, then moving her arm in a circle and thinking of where she wanted to go, she opened a portal in front of her and stepped through with Odin holding tightly onto her arm. They stepped into the clearing in front of the entrance to Camp Half-Blood, the clearing where Remus had fought the minotaur.

The clearing that Remus was currently in, as he had just helped to bring the campers who had gone to New York City to sell Strawberries home to the camp. Sensing a portal opening Remus stepped behind a tree, not wanting to be seen by whoever was coming out of the portal. Most of the time, it was just Lady Nótt dropping off Theo and Luna, but sometimes it was Thor visiting Harry or a God or Goddess trying to sneak a peek at their child. Sometimes it was Artemis and her hunters, and they hated Remus for some reason. So it was just better to stay out of their sight.

Remus watched as Sandra stepped out of the portal with Odin holding onto her arm very tightly. Tight enough to bruise. Remus couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Sandra pointed out the entrance to the camp before Odin gave her a shake and turned around and left. Sandra quickly entered the camp to look for her charge. Remus was concerned about how rough Odin had been with his favorite Valkyrie, but at the same time, she should not have brought Odin to the camp. Remus followed Sandra with his eyes. He would have to keep a closer eye on her, not her ass, but she was definitely up to something.

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Odin walked through the Palace in Asgard whistling a jaunty little tune; today was the day, ‘Friday,’ Odin thought. Today was the day the Little Monster would die. Thor, Loki, and Frigga all looked at each other as they watched Odin pass them. They had been standing in a dark alcove, trying not to be seen by anyone as they spoke of Odin and his growing fury and paranoia. “Should I follow him, mother?” Loki whispered.

“No, better not. If seen, caught, his anger would be great, and I fear what he would do to you,” Frigga whispers as she cups Loki’s face with her hand.

“We need to stay the course!” Thor said, using sign language to communicate to Frigga and Loki so he wouldn’t be heard. “He has begun to talk of Odin-sleep, of me taking up the throne.”

“That’s years away still, brother,” Loki signed back to Thor impatiently.

“Patience, my sons,” Frigga signed, “we must be patient.”

**

“Heimdall, who is on Midgard right now?” Odin asked; it wouldn’t behoove him to be caught by Thor out drinking with the Olympians.

“Only the normal ones,” Heimdall replied, thinking of Loki’s children and Sandraudiga.

“Good, good, do not let anyone follow me down; the Rainbow Bridge is closed until I return,” Odin said, “send me to Trollstigen Mountain Pass in Norway, as close to a troll, as you can find.”

“Yes, my lord,” Heimdall replied.

Odin arrived towards the top of the mountain; below him, he could see the valley and the mess the mortals had made when they built the winding road that cut through the valley and made its way up the mountain. Dotted throughout the landscape below him, he could see observation points where mortals stopped to take in the view of the valley like himself. He could also pick out the Seidr and Seidrmenn, who were observing not the valley but the trolls and making sure none of the mortals spotted the trolls and keeping the trolls from detecting the mortals. Speaking of trolls, there was one wandering up to him now, one of the enormous variety of trolls dragging a broken aspen tree to use as a club. “Perfect, you big fellow are coming with me, where you will kill the dark-haired, green-eyed demigod, son of Loki,” Odin said as he created a portal in between the twelve-foot mountain troll and himself. The troll stepping closer to attack Odin stepped through the portal into a barrier that kept the monsters like the troll out. Seeing this, Odin huffed and created a second portal ten feet behind the troll; he stepped out into the clearing. Odin held his right arm out straight, his hand held in a claw-like manner; Odin tore a hole in the wards surrounding Camp Half-Blood; with his left hand, he magically gave the troll a shove, so it stumbled through the tear into the camp. Now trapped with the campers, he sent the troll a series of sharp stings, angering the troll.

Odin really wanted to watch the troll tear through the camp, but knowing the Olympians would declare war if he was caught, including Hel and Fenrir, he did not want to be the cause of Ragnarök, so close to the time of Odin sleep. So he opened a portal back to Norway before calling Heimdall.

**

Harry and Theo raced each other through the woods, not really playing any game but just enjoying being together and running quietly as the eight-year-old boys could. Little Luna was slowly following the boys and would eventually catch up to them. Especially since the boys would suddenly stop to have a quick sword fight around a log, rock outcrop, or stream. Still, in the meantime, she gathered whatever wildflower she could find and spoke with whatever magical creature she could see on her way to meet the boys wherever they eventually stopped. At first, the boys had tried to leave her, tried to hide from her, but it didn’t matter if they were invisible, intangible, and silent. SHE ALWAYS FOUND THEM! Harry and Theo had complained to Lady Nótt, but she had just laughed and told them it was because Luna was connected to the Earth; she was the granddaughter of Lady Jörð, after all. Therefore, Thor most likely could also find them any time, anywhere on Earth. Harry swore never to play Hide-and-Seek with Thor; Luna had ruined his winning streak!

Sandra was also in the woods, but Harry was mad at her and trying to avoid her; she had snitched on him to Ya-ya earlier in the week about not being nice to Luna. Of course, he was nice to Luna! She was his favorite cousin! However, Luna didn’t really need to decorate the pommel of his favorite sword with a waterfall of flowers, really! It was a damn sword! Uncle Ares agreed, but Ya-ya was unhappy that Harry had yelled at Luna and pushed her over. Luna wasn’t even hurt! She giggled!

Sandraudiga was nervous; she had felt it when Odin ripped a hole in the wards and shoved the troll into the camp. She wasn’t worried about the other monsters, but for some reason, she was concerned about the troll and the damage it could do. There was no reasoning with it to attack just the little monster, it would attack any of the half-blood, and with Lady Nótt sending her two here if one of them was hurt and the Goddess of Darkness found out she was involved, Odin would not be able to save her. Like Death, Darkness was everywhere.

Remus had told Chiron of his suspicions about Sandra, and Chiron agreed, but without proof, there wasn’t much he could do without hearing what Odin and Sandra had talked about; Remus lifted his head, “did you feel that?”

“Yes, someone just let a monster in,” Chiron said as he tossed his ice tea glass down and galloped off towards the woods that the monster was wandering in.

“Fuck!” Remus said before he stripped and shifted to his werewolf form, following Chiron.

‘I can’t believe it,’ Sandraudiga thought; the fucking troll found the three children and was attacking the two boys who were trying to fight it off. Skogkatt, who was huge and still growing, was about the size of a Saint Bernard, had come running and dashing under Luna’s legs, ran off with Luna holding tightly. Although Luna, like Theodore and Harry, was learning how to use weapons, she didn’t generally carry one on her and was more likely to try to talk to a monster and give it a flower than fight with a monster. Luna was just naturally passive; Hades insisted his wife Persephone was that way, but Sandraudiga saw some fight in the eyes of the Queen of the Underworld the one time she met her.

Sandraudiga watched as the little monster kept conjuring different metal weapons for both himself and Theodore as they attempted to keep the troll from killing them, only to abandon the weapon when it didn’t work. Finally, Harald blasted the troll away from himself using magic and bent over, panting as the troll smashed into a tree close to the invisible  Sandraudiga. However, just because she was invisible didn’t mean the troll couldn’t smell her. It got up and reached for her; Sandraudiga jumped out of the way and became visible as she tried to lure the troll back towards the little monster and away from the son of Nótt. However, the troll had decided she was the better prize and was now ignoring the two boys. Pulling her sword, she swung it at the troll and cut the arm off that held the broken club. The troll looked at its arm, then looked at Sandraudiga and roared at her, spittle flying everywhere. It bent down and picked up the club with its opposite hand, the severed arm still holding tightly to the branch, and started to try to smush Sandraudiga with the broken aspen.  The troll began to have the upper hand and had pinned her against a group of trees growing closely together. There was no way this troll was going to kill the little monster when it was focusing on her, and she had started to see some of the older campers popping up within the trees watching; it was only a matter of time before Chiron and Remus arrived. Sandraudiga would have to go against Odin’s wishes and kill the beast herself before it killed her. Sandraudiga flipped onto her hands, then flipping up, kicking the troll with both feet into its chest, pushing the troll back in the center of the small clearing the boys had been playing in; before finally beheading the troll.

Clarisse, one of Ares daughter’s who had seen the troll be pushed into the camp and followed it, snuck over to Chiron and whispered what she had seen of the battle to Chiron before slipping out of sight. She hated that Asgardian bitch, and she had seen her trying to lure it towards Harald. But, of course, she hated Harald too, the little Godling who called her father uncle, who got to spend so much time with him. It wasn’t fair, but she knew it wasn’t fair that the  God Odin sent so many monsters after the little Godling. He wasn’t even a demigod; he should have been safe from the monsters.

Skogkatt came wandering back with Luna on her back and knocked Harry down as she proceeded to check her human, grooming him. “Yugh, Skog, stop it my hair is a mess as is; you don’t need to help it be messer!” Harry complained as he tried to push his hair down to look tidy like Theo’s.

“What is going on here?!” Lady Nótt yelled as she emerged from the darkness created by the shadows of the trees. Seeing the beheaded troll, she gasped then grabbed Theodore, checking him over for injury before checking Luna and Harald.

“The camp is not as safe as the Olympians claim it is, as this is the second time in recent history that a monster has been able to get through,” Sandraudiga said out loud as she cleaned her sword before putting it away.

“That’s not true,” Remus said, panting as he returned from rushing back towards the big house where his clothing was after the fight was over. “This is the second time a monster has been let in. It didn’t get in on its own.”

Lady Nótt waved her hand over the troll, and it disappeared, but a dark purple light appeared and floated the exact path the troll had taken to get there. Lady Nótt took both Theo’s and Luna’s hands before following the lights. She found the tear that had healed itself and was investigating it when Remus, Harald, Chiron, and Sandraudiga caught up to her. Stepping out of the camp, still holding onto Luna and Theo’s hand saw the purple magic disappearing. Lady Nótt waved her hand to perceive a portal and opened it wide. Everyone could see a mountainous terrane with the symbol of Asgard carved into the rocks, a symbol that was imprinted by the Rainbow Bridge opening up in that location.

“Chiron, please let Olympus know that I will deal with Odin; he will NOT be tearing any more holes in the wards surrounding the camp. However, I do suggest removing the wards and replacing them with new ones before that hole unravels; maybe add a warning if Odin comes near the wards again.” Lady Nótt said before waving her hand at Luna, and suddenly she was dressed in a light lilac-purple Asgardian dress with bronze armor covering her chest, a purple crown of flowers in her hair. Lady Nótt waved her hand at Theodore next, and he was dressed in a dark purple outfit of Asgardian design with black armor covering his chest; he too had a crown on his head, but it was made of dark shadows.

Lady Nótt closed the portal to Trollstigen Mountain Pass in Norway and opened one directly to the throne room in Asgard, where she tossed the dead, headless troll at Odin’s feet.

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Last Chapter

“Chiron, please let Olympus know that I will deal with Odin; he will NOT be tearing any more holes in the wards surrounding the camp. However, I do suggest removing the wards and replacing them with new ones before that hole unravels; maybe add a warning if Odin comes near the wards again.” Lady Nótt said before waving her hand at Luna. Suddenly, she was dressed in a light lilac-purple Asgardian dress with bronze armor covering her chest and a purple crown of flowers in her hair. Lady Nótt waved her hand at Theodore next. He was dressed in a dark purple outfit of Asgardian design with silver armor covering his chest; he too had a crown on his head, but it was made of dark shadows.

Lady Nótt closed the portal to Trollstigen Mountain Pass in Norway. Instead, she opened directly to the throne room in Asgard, where she tossed the dead, headless troll at Odin’s feet.

The Goddess of Darkness stepped through the portal with the two half-bloods following her. “ODIN BORRSON!” The Goddess yelled, and the Asgardian guards stood at attention, waiting for the black-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed Jötunn to make a negative move toward their King and kin, “how dare you let a troll into the half-blood camp my children attend during the summer. Are you trying to provoke a war with both Olympus and Jötunheimr?”

“Jötunheimr wouldn’t dare,” Odin replied, almost bored; however, on the inside, he was seething. ‘FUCK!’ Odin thought, ‘how did it not work?’

“Ah, just because you hold the Jötunheimr heir hostage doesn’t mean you hold me hostage. Don’t forget I am a Primordial Goddess. I serve the DARK!” Lady Nótt yelled, and the many shadows throughout the throne room darkened and spread so that everyone but Lady Nótt, the two children with her, and the royal family at the throne were shrouded in darkness. “Don’t forget Odin, son of Borr the Rapist, that like Death, Darkness is everywhere.”

“Are you threatening me in my own throne room!” Odin said, standing up, gripping his spear, Gungnir.

Lady Nótt laughed, a tinkling fairy-like sound spread to all corners of the throne room, “but of course! Threatening, promising! You hold nothing over me! But I do promise; if you attack my children again, I drag you to the deepest darkest abyss I can find. You will go mad…madder…within hours.” Lady Nótt replied, blinking innocently at Odin.

“I hold nothing over you?” Odin said, looking to his right where Thor and Frigga were standing, then looking at the two children behind her.

“I see quite a bit I can hold over you,” Odin purred.

“No, you don’t. If you kill my granddaughter or grandson, you will have the Vanir free to join the Olympians and the Jötunn in attacking. Kill my son, Theodore, or….” Lady Nott paused only to continue when Thor nodded to her, “Thor’s daughter, Luna, you will have your wife and son attacking you.”

“Thor’s daughter?!” Odin said, turning around to look at his son; he could see the surprise in Frigga’s and Loki’s eyes.

“Yes, father, the beautiful little girl standing to my grandmother’s left is my daughter,” Thor said proudly, “how are you liking Asgard, sweetheart?” Thor asked Luna.

“It’s lovely, Papa,” Luna replied dreamily, blinking her blue eyes…Thor’s…blue eyes slowly.

“Why is she living with you?” Odin snarled at Lady Nótt.

“Because you don’t allow mortals to live in Asgard, she is very connected to her grandmother, Jörð, to Midgard,” Lady Nótt replied.

“Frigga, her grandmother is Frigga!” Odin snarled.

“Sure,” Lady Nótt replied sarcastically.

“What do you think, Mother? Isn’t my daughter the most beautiful you have ever seen?” Thor boomed, interrupting the stare-down that Lady Nótt and Odin were engaging in.

“Oh yes, Thor,” Frigga said, smiling at her granddaughter, “Odin, don’t you think our granddaughter is beautiful?”

Odin looked at the little girl, infuriated that Thor had had a child without his knowledge or permission. She looked a little like his mother, Bestla, except she wasn’t blue like his mother. “Yes, stunning,” Odin said as he turned around and sat back down on his throne.

“Odin Borrson, you will stay away from the Olympian’s Camp Half-Blood; they know you tore a hole in their ward and shoved this troll inside with their children,” Lady Nótt said, kicking the troll’s head, making it land in Odin’s lap and before anyone…Odin…could get another word out; the room was plunged into darkness. Then, as the light returned, the Goddess of Darkness and the two children were gone.

“Everyone leave!” Odin thundered, pissed off that his plan had failed and caught him like a naughty child stealing a cookie.

~LGCHB~

“SANDRAUDIGA!” Odin yelled at the Valkyrie when she met him in Prague for their monthly check-in, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THOR HAD A CHILD?!” Odin yelled.

“I did, my lord; three years ago, when we were speaking of Hotel Vahalla, I mentioned the rumor of Thor having a daughter,” Sandraudiga explained nervously.

“EEERH!” Odin growled before slapping Sandraudiga and portaling away, he had tried to concentrate on Thor’s essence, to find the child here on Midgard, but he couldn’t feel anything. So the little girl must be raised on Jötunheimr.

~LGCHB~

“Thor, you daughter, is she half Jötunn?” Odin growled at the dinner table.

“No, father, she is half Midgaurdian; her mother is a Seidr,” Thor boomed as quietly as HE could.

“Do you visit her mother often?” Odin asked as he tore a turkey leg off the stuffed, cooked bird sitting before him.

“Ah, no…it was just a one-night thing…met her in a bar when Loki was missing six…no seven…years ago,” Thor said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. His mother had taught him a contraceptive charm, but finding Wizarding alcohol could make him drunk; he forgot in his drunken haze, “I don’t actually remember what the woman looks like. But, to be honest, I usually deal with Luna’s stepfather when I see her.”

“Why did you keep her a secret?” Frigga asked, slightly hurt that her son had not told her of his daughter.

“Two reasons,” Thor said hesitantly, “one, Lady Sif, becomes a crazy, vengeful bitch whenever she finds out I have slept with someone, let alone her find out I have a child?” Both Loki and Odin snorted and nodded to that. It was expected that Lady Sif and Thor would eventually marry, but there was no current betrothal…anything, created yet. So Thor was free to fuck around all he wanted, and Lady Sif couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Thor, himself would tell everyone that they were NOT going to get married despite what she would tell everyone.

“And the second reason?” Odin asked dangerously.

Thor looked up from where he was playing with his food and looked at his father before turning and looking at Loki sitting next to him. Loki snorted and rolled his eyes, “I didn’t want you to treat Luna like you treat Loki’s children.”

“Is she a monster? She didn’t look, feel, or sound like a monster?” Odin replied.

“No, but she is a mortal, so I don’t bring her to Asgard. I couldn’t stand to see her every day, knowing she would die in a few short years.” Thor whispered as quietly as HE could, a tear falling from his eye.

“You could give her a golden apple,” Frigga said excitedly.

“No mother, she is destined to marry a mortal, I’ve been told,” Thor replied, thinking of little Neville.

‘Mother,’ Odin thought, happy Thor didn’t pick up that Lady Nótt called Jörð Thor’s mother, missing that Thor had called Lady Nótt grandmother. Odin was satisfied that Thor wasn’t trying to hide the girl to protect her from him. Instead, he would leave the girl alone. It wasn’t like a mortal could be Thor’s heir.

~LGCHB~

“Odin. Odin. ODIN!” Odin stopped hearing his name being called by two males and two females in the dark hallway as he left his throne room and headed to bed. “ODIN!” Two males screamed his name right next to his left ear, making him jump and spin around, seeing no one.

“Who’s there?” Odin called out, spinning slowly in the hallway, trying to cover himself 360 degrees.

“ODIN!” The scream by two females in his right ear had him spinning again, magically calling his spear, swinging it in a circle, trying to catch whoever was invisible, and yelling at him.

Odin spun 360 degrees three times, making himself dizzy before he stopped, finally seeing who was attacking. He didn’t recognize the two males standing next to each other on the left of the hallway leading to his throneroom, but the two females standing next to the men on the right effectively blocked his entry into the throneroom he did. “Hel, Nótt. What are you doing?” Odin snarled.

“Ah, Grandfather, let me introduce my Greek counterpart, Thanatos, Greek God of Death,” Hel smirked, ignoring Odin’s question.

“Odin, The Betrayer, let me introduce MY Greek counterpart, Erebus, Greek God of Darkness.”

“Please, Odin, King of Asgard, call for your guards!” Thanatos said as he pulled his robe away from his face showing a gaunt, thin, dark-haired man hair styled short with a part in the middle. Surprisingly he had a sizeable roman nose and big ears. His cane tapped the floor in anticipation before it shortly turned into a scythe.

“Guards! Guards! Heimdall!” Odin yelled out, then waited for his men to arrive.

Erebus looked around bored before looking at his watch, “I guess they can’t hear you. Do you want to run?”

“Ooh! Two wild hunts in the same century. How exciting!” Hel said as she clapped her hands.

“I am ODIN! I invented the Wild Hunt; you can’t Hunt me!” Odin snarled, then charged the foursome only to feel like he was getting nowhere. He was running; he could see the walls move, but the foursome stood where they were, and Odin never got closer. Finally, Odin stopped the run and stood and snarled at the four primordial gods. He turned to run in the other direction but there they were. From every angle he turned, he was suddenly surrounded by the Gods of Death and Darkness. “ENOUGH!” Odin screamed as he threw his spear at Hel.

Hel plucked it out of the air. “For me?!” She squealed in excitement. “Does this mean I am now Queen of Asgard?”

“NEVER!” Odin tried to run at Hel, but again he got nowhere. Finally, he stopped and stood panting in rage.

“Father,” Thanatos started looking at the God next to him, “you said he was stupid, but wow, he’s worse than the Winchesters!”

“Who?” Hel asked.

“Oh, no one to worry about right now. They are tiny children. Just a thorn to my side in the future,” Thanatos replied, “my Christian, Pale Rider alter ego.”

“Ah, I was wondering, as Winchester is an English name, they should be on my Morrigan list, not your Greek list,” Hel responded.

“Oh, you can have them if you want,” Thanatos replied, hoping, wishing, praying that she would be fool enough to take them.

“No thanks,” she said, smirking at Thanatos, knowing his mischievous side. After all, she was Loki’s daughter.

“ENOUGH OF THIS! STOP FLIRTING WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTER!” Odin screamed, upset that he was being ignored.

“Awe! I didn’t know you cared!” Hel said, faking, wiping a tear away from her eye, “Thanny baby, if you want to take me out for pizza later, you have to have granddad’s permission.”

At this, both Erebus and Nótt burst out laughing to the point they were using the other two to hold themselves up.

“And here I thought you were dating Ares!” Erebus said, laughing while his son just raised his eyebrow at him.

“He wishes,” Hel muttered.

“Oh, it looks like Odin is about to have a coronary. Can gods die of heart attacks?” Erebus asked

“Nope, but it would sure be painful and fun to watch,” Nótt replied as she looked at Hel as she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet, acting her teenage age for once.

“Alright,” Erebus said, standing up straight and fixing his pure black suit, pulling on his black shirt cuffs, straightening his black tie, “let’s get started.” Odin just snarled at him. “Odin Borrson, you have attempted to kill Godling, Harald Loki Potter, Prince of Asgard, Prince of Olympus on multiple occasions. Son of Loki, Heir of Jötunheimr. Do you deny this?”

Odin just snarled at the Greek.

Loki stood in a hidden alcove, watching as the Gods and Goddess of Death and Darkness fucked with his father. Crying from the hilarity, he started to step from the nook to join in when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned to look to see who had stopped him and noticed it was Kháos, the Greek God of Chaos, father of Erebus, and grandfather of Thanatos. “Shhh…they aren’t hurting him--much. Let’s watch Chaos in action. Three out of four are descendants of a Chaos Primordial Being; they have been touched by Chaos and are wielding it well together. Maybe you might learn something,” Kháos whispers.

“Do you deny this?” Lady Nótt snarled back at Odin.

“So what if I am trying to kill the Little Monster, he-is-a-monster!” Odin replied as if the other gods were stupid.

“Your madness has blinded you. You should see a healer,” Erebus replied, “Odin, son of Borr, you will be entering Odinsleep soon; you know it, we know it, everyone knows it,” Odin snarls again and tries to run at the gods but gets nowhere. “Odin, we can put you into Odinsleep right now; Frigga, one of your sons, or one of the guards would just find you on the floor. Of course, you can do nothing to stop it, but it would prevent you from killing a baby,” Erebus respond to Odin in the same tone that Odin has used to imply they were stupid.

“I can do nothing to stop it,” Odin snorted in disbelief.

“You can’t stop us right now? You can’t call your guards, you can’t take your spear away from Hel, you can’t get any closer. So who’s to say we haven’t already put you in Odinsleep?” Lady Nótt said nonchalantly as she checked her nails.

Odin took a sharp breath--there was too much to do--he couldn’t fall into Odinsleep yet. Thanos would be pissed. Thanos would attack Asgard, and Odin knew it had been ages since Asgard saw any legitimate warfare that Asgard would lose to the Mad Titan, “what do you want?”

“You are to STOP trying to kill my baby brother Harald!” Hel yells at Odin.

“You must cease and desist your murder attempts on Harald Loki Potter, Prince of Asgard, Prince of Olympus. Including sending others to attempt to kill the infant,” Thanatos responded calmly.

“You DO realize that Harald is the son of the Chaos avatar to Asgard, correct?” Hel snarked, “Chaos LOVES Harald. That’s why all your attempts have failed so spectacularly.”

“Indeed,” Erebus said, his eyes briefly going to the alcove where Loki and his father hid.

“Fucking Moron,” Hel said quietly to herself.

“FINE!” Odin screamed, only to be suddenly crowded by Thor and the Warriors Three.

“Father, are you well?” Thor boomed with concern. Coming out of the throneroom Thor and his friends noticed Odin had just stood in the middle of the hallway, his spear held loosely in his hand.

“I’m fine; I was just thinking,” Odin responded with a shake of his head as he turned and walked away towards his private bedroom. Closing the door to his room, he leaned on it and closed his eyes. Taking a shaky breath. As he opened his eyes and stepped away from his door, he heard two women speaking in his right ear. At the same time, two men spoke into his left ear. All four said in sync, “Remember Odin Borrson, Death and Darkness are always watching.”

Odin screamed in rage and swung his spear in a wild circle around him, hitting nothing. Then, seeing no one there, he bellows and turns to his room, destroying everything he could touch.

Everyone in the palace made sure they were out of sight for the rest of the night.

~LGCHB~

Hearing Odin’s scream of rage from his bedroom, Loki turns to Kháos, where they still stand in the hidden alcove, “tell me everything.”

~LGCHB~

As the end of the summer came, the strawberries the campers sold were ready to be harvested and taken into New York City to be sold by the box full. Many, many cartons. Remus had been helping by driving the truck for the last several years, the interior magically enhanced to fit as many campers as possible. A notice-me-not on the truck’s doors to avoid Muggles wondering how that many children could fit in the truck. It wasn’t a clown car, after all. Every year, Remus left Harry with Chiron; generally, the little boy was okay with that. Not this year. This year, Harry threw a tantrum. A get down on the floor, kicking and screaming tantrum, in the middle of the throne room in Olympus. The walls started shaking, the earth was quaking, and Harry was shrieking at a pitch that was breaking glass all around Olympus, not just in the palace. Suddenly Kháos, who had never interacted with Harry, swooped in, picked the eight-year-old up, and portaled out of Olympus with him.

Remus freaked out to the point that Fenrir came in and held him as he panicked, shifted, and howled his misery for his missing cub. Hel could be seen talking to Zeus and Hera. “Is he calm enough for me to talk to him?” Hel asked her brother as Remus calmed down, his canine nose buried in the space between Fenrir’s body and arm.

“Yes, I think so,” Fenrir replied as he pulled Remus out of hiding and made him sit next to him. His arm draped over Remus protectively.

“Harald came into a little power; it’s what caused the irritability he had been feeling the last couple of days, which is why when you told him no, he couldn’t go to New York, he threw a major tantrum, which is not a part of his normal…temperament,” Hel said struggling to explain Harry’s shift in attitude.

Remus converted back into his human form, naked, still sitting next to Fenrir, slightly leaning on Fenrir, his strength weakened by emotional stress. He was panting like he had just run a long-distance marathon with no prior training, “who took him?”

“That was Kháos, the oldest of us, the first. Our grandfather,” Hera and Zeus explained to Remus.

“Why did he take him?” Remus asked, his eyes closed.

“Because Harald was throwing out a massive amount of Chaos magic, it wasn’t his fault. It was part of his Godling maturity,” Zeus explained.

“I’m quite happy to know that Kháos has been paying attention to Harald. Being a child of a Primordial being, especially Chaos can be difficult,” Hera replied to Remus.

“Especially with how much Chaos seems to like Harald,” Hel said, rubbing her hands anxiously. “I worry about his next magical maturity with how much Death likes him too,” Hel whispered.

“My Lords and Ladies,” the Titaness Theia called out, “please view the screen. It is also showing across the nine realms, including Asgard.”

Remus and the host of Olympians turned to view the screen they had watched the Wild Hunt from to see space. A massive sun suddenly exploded, taking out countless little stars and planets, comets, and asteroids. Then, just as quickly, they all started to swirl around as if sucked into an outer space tornado, and a new smaller sun was thrown out of the space-nado, along with brand new planets and stars. Remus gasped; at what they had just seen.

“What did we just watch?” Sirius asked as he, Apollo, and their baby entered the room.

“You just watched Harald destroy and create a new galaxy,” Kháos said as he brought a sleeping Harry back to Remus.

“WHAT?!” Sirius yelled.

“Better out in space than here in Olympus,” Zeus mumbled to Hera.

“Yes, he would have destroyed Olympus, Gaia, and part of the nine realms had it happened here. Thank you, Kháos, for taking him,” Hera spoke out.

“Even if he lived on Asgard, I would have taken him; Loki would not be able to, with the way mad-King Odin has bound Loki’s ability to portal,” Kháos explained before he portaled out.

Hel looked to Fenrir and huffed, “we have got to talk about Odin and Ragnarök. I don’t want you to kill Thor, but Odin has to go!” Hel stamped her foot before creating her own portal and leaving.

Fenrir stood up, picking up a sleeping Remus, who was holding a sleeping Harry, “could somebody help me put these two to bed?”

~LGCHB~

Two days later, Remus was packing up the truck and getting ready to head to New York to sell strawberries with the older campers. Harry had been extremely subdued over the last couple of days, almost depressed-like. Harry stood holding Chiron’s hand as he watched Remus and the Campers pack; with a big sigh, he turned and started to walk off without saying goodbye to Remus. “Harry,” Remus called out; Harry stopped walking but didn’t turn to look at Remus, “come on, cub, get in the truck.”

Harry turned around, “are you sure, Mumy? I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Is that what you’ve been afraid of? Hurting one of us?” Remus asked, looking at Harry, noticing when Harry looked at Sandraudiga out of the corner of his eyes. Harry nodded before he started to cry. Remus came over, picked Harry up, and brought him to the truck, “Sandy, why don’t you take a day off. We got this.” Remus and the other campers piled in and drove away before Sandraudiga could even start walking toward the truck.

Sandraudiga huffed before portaling to her favorite alpine meadow before calling for the rainbow bridge. She had a report to give. She didn’t notice the two Greek Gods of Camp Half-Blood watching her with distrust, nor the contempt in the eyes of the older demi-gods. The children knew something monumental had happened to Harry two days before. They suspected that Sandraudiga had punished Harry for it when the Greek Pantheon was celebrating the little Godling. All around camp was the same thought, ‘that bitch gotta go,’

~LGCHB~

“Hey, little man,” Daryl, who was sitting next to Harry in the front seat, said, “why are you crying?”

“I don’t know….” Harald cried, hiccuping at the same time.

“I’ve been told it’s similar to the yoyoing emotions females feel during their time of the month,” Remus replied from the driver’s seat.

“WHAT?!” the ladies in the back seat snarled, while the males in the front seat’s eyes went wide in horror.

Remus chuckled at the dangerous ladies in the back, saying, “Godling magical maturity happens in stages similar to wizarding magical maturity. During the week before and the week after, the Godling is a little moody. Chocolate should help.”

The females reached over the front, slapping the boy’s heads, who were heard chuckling, and unbuckled Harald’s seat belt before pulling the Godling into the back seat to be cooed over and cared for by the female Demi-gods.

“This is the first of his Godling magical maturity; the next one won’t happen for another 1,000 years. After this one, his first Wizarding magical maturity will happen at age 11, where he will receive a power boost,” Remus replied, continuing his lesson on Godling maturity.

“I’m sort of glad I’m not a Godlin’,” Daryl whispered to Alex, one of Apollo’s sons who was sitting next to him.

Clarisse reached forward and slapped the back of their heads again before handing Harald some chocolate.

~LGCHB~

It had been a long day selling Strawberries outside the Apollo Theater. It was boring, according to Harry. Remus chuckled at the thought as the sleeping Godling was bored to the point he volunteered to take a nap in the truck. Remus was helping the kids load up the empty crates into the back of the pickup truck. Another successful trip without monsters. The last thing Remus and the kids needed to do was take the money they had earned to Gringotts and trade it for Golden drachmas the campers used.

Harry suddenly poked his head out of the open truck window and screamed, “Mumy, I feel tingly!” Remus and the rest of the campers dropped what they were doing and grabbed their swords, spears, axes, bows, and arrows, or in Daryl’s case, a unique Hephaistos-gifted crossbow. The Mist kept the mortals around them from seeing the weapons.

Sirius and Apollo, who were in line to see James Brown play in the Apollo Theater that night, came over and pulled Harald out of the truck. Apollo held the little boy; the Greek Gods were not going to put up with Odin unleashing his monsters to attack Harald any further. The next monster Odin sent meant war with Asgard.

Ares, Athena, Eris, Kydoimos, Kratos, Alala, Nike, Polemos,  Androktasiai, Keres, Proioxis, Bia, Palioxis, Enyo (covered in blood and all), Homados, Hysminai, Makhai, Enyalius, and surprisingly, Aphrodite, who the Spartan’s worshipped as a war Goddess; had fun going to Asgard and delivering that message to Odin, full Asgardian court as witnesses.

RRRRRAAAARRRR! Was heard from down the block. Apollo, Sirius, and Remus could see people running away from whatever monster was unleashed. That was not normal. Usually, the Mist kept the mortals from seeing the monsters. Fire hydrants were being broken, and water spraying everywhere. Cars were flying through the air, as were people. The kids from Camp Half-Blood gathered together. Apollo handed Harald to Sirius, pushing them into the middle of the circle that the Campers created, then moved the younger children into the ring. Daughters of Aphrodite loved to come Strawberry selling; they were often scouted when they sold Strawberries in front of the Apollo Theater. Becoming famous actresses, dancers, and musicians, all with sleazy, stinky managers whose smell alone kept the Demi-gods hidden from Monsters until they reached adulthood.

The mortals were all running away from the monster or trying to hide; people had pushed their way initially into the Apollo Theater only to have the doors be locked by the employees. However, at the same time, the people in the theater stood at the doors watching the chaos and refusing to let more people in.

“Alright, kids, what kind of Monster is this, and which pantheon?” Remus, always the teacher, asked.

“Ahh..” was heard all around; Remus looked at Apollo, who stood in front of the group studying the monster as it came closer.

“Let’s call its characteristics out,” Apollo said.

“Pink-flesh colored,” a daughter of Aphrodite yelled out.

“Claws at the end of the fingers instead of nails,” Daryl called out.

“Two eyes,” one of Apollo’s daughters yelled out.

“Regular human teeth,” a son of Hermes said.

“Its back has spikes coming out of its spine,” Harald yelled.

“It’s around 10 to 15 feet tall,” yelled Clarisse.

“Okay, so what kind of monster is this, and which pantheon?” Sirius asked the kids again. Seriously, he didn’t know.

“Harald,” Apollo said, looking at the child in his husband’s arms, “that is not a normal monster; if it comes too close, I want you to take Sirius and Aphrodite’s three daughters and go to Olympus.”

“I can fight!” Harry and Sirius said together.

“No, please take us away!” Twelve-year-old Soleil--who was already a famous actress and daughter of Apollo—begged.

They watched as the US Military suddenly opened fire with a rocket launcher from the other end of the street. The children from Camp Half-Blood were now stuck in the middle. Ares materialized next to Apollo as they watched the destruction of the US Military. The monster had run right past all the kids, still throwing cars and people, and completely ignored them. Night had descended, and the vehicles on fire made the monster seem even scarier.

“I think it’s a mortal monster created by the US Military,” Daryl spoke up.

Ares turned around and winked at his son. “I think you are correct,” Ares said before turning back to watch the chaos. “Hey, Harald, are you creating this Chaos?” Ares asked, turning around to look at the kid.

“No, but I feel all tingly!” Harry responded, still in Sirius’s arms.

As they were watching the monster turn the US Military guys into goo, a second monster roared from the opposite end of the street. The end that the first monster had been destroying when the military hit him with a rocket launcher.

“Harald, take Sirius, Remus, and all the kids to Olympus,” Ares said as he opened up a portal; while watching the second monster, a green monster, roar again.

“But,” Harry started.

“NOW!” yelled both Ares and Apollo.

~LGCHB~

Back up in Olympus, Asgard, and the other realms, the Gods and Goddesses of Sight were turning on view screens to watch the new type of monsters battle it out in Harlem. Sandraudiga, sitting in the feasting hall with the other Valkyries, put her head in her hands, seeing the Little Monster on the screen. However, she didn’t move to attend to him in her bodyguard duties until she saw the Gods yelling at him to head to Olympus. Odin sat at his table, eating and enjoying the show. He smirked, a monster he did not send.

While held by Sirius, Harald entered the portal last after watching Remus and the children enter it heading to Olympus. The parents of the children, minus Apollo and Ares, were checking that their children were alright as they watched the two monsters battle. Hera was down checking on Apollo and Ares’s kids. Minus Daryl, who had wandered over to Hephaistos to thank him for his crossbow. Sirius put Harry down and joined Hera in checking on his stepkids.

Harry noticing his friend Bob standing in the corner, went over to Bob and whispered. Bob picked up Harry and disappeared right as Sandraudiga entered the room, looking for her charge. “Odin, damn it all!” Sandraudiga yelled out as she watched Harald disappear.

~LGCHB~

“Zeus, damn it all!” Apollo yelled as he saw Harald being held by the Grim Reaper named Bob come back down to Gaia, on the opposite side of the street from the Apollo Theater. Ares seeing Harald, just sighed. Hades and Hel, in her Morrigan avatar, stood to either side of Bob and Harald.

“At least the kid will be safe,” Ares responded as he watched the battle.

~LGCHB~

The battle ended in a carpark behind the Apollo Theater; by a couple of blocks, the military stood ready to attempt to kill the victor. Abomination, the first monster was called, was unconscious and thrown to the feet of the US Military General who had been originally hunting the Green Monster. Then, a portal opened next to the giant green monster, and a small black-haired, green-eyed child exited. “Hi!” the child said, looking up at the giant, “I’m Harald.”

“Hulk,” the green giant said, pounding on his chest with one fist.

“Do you want to come with me?” the child asked, holding his hand for the monster to take. Hulk held out his index finger, and the child grabbed it. Then, both the child and Hulk disappeared.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!” the General yelled.

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Last Chapter:

Hearing Odin’s scream of rage from his bedroom, Loki turns to Kháos, where they still stand in the hidden alcove, “Tell me everything.”

“There is much you do not know about, much you have been forced to forget, and much you probably should not know about,” Kháos replied, looking at the young man. “First of all, you need to see the Dwarves of Nidavellir.

“So I need a weapon forged?” Loki asked.

“Yes, you need a weapon forged; you need to see their healers who will cleanse you of all the spells, curses, and mind manipulations your father has put on you over the last 3,000 years. Once your mind is cleared, have them forge a ring, bracelet, or necklace you don’t take off, protecting you from your father’s magic. Then you can go back to using your mind as a weapon,” Kháos said before looking into the hallway toward Odin’s chambers. He could still hear Odin throwing a tantrum. “Remember you once put stock in the attributes, cunning, cleverness, self-confidence, shrewdness, self-reliance, and pragmatism. It’s time to start using those traits again.”

“And the Dwarves of Nidavellir can help me with this?” Loki asked.

“Oh yes,” Kháos responded before touching Loki in the middle of the forehead, forcing him to remember, ‘And you, my wayward…son…you will be quiet, obedient, studious. You will look up to your big brother and help him in his quests, and you will keep your dick in your pants!’

Loki gasped, he didn’t remember his father doing that to him, but he knew it was true and turned to look at Kháos. “That is how your father wants you to act; that is how you have been acting for the last five years. That is how you should ACT when you return from the Dwarves.”

~LGCHB~

Unknown to Remus, nine-year-old Harry had been watching when the other Gods made portals, and he was dying to try to make one himself. So on a day that Theo and Luna couldn’t come to camp, he wandered off by himself and found himself in what was now called the Troll Clearing. Harry practiced making portals to several places on Earth that he had been to with Aunt Artie. Still, he knew the gods could make portals to places they had never been, so he decided to try that. He closed his eyes, thinking, ‘Someplace new.’

Opening his eyes, he saw a lovely field of wheat or grain-like plant with a stream at one end bordered by a forest. Harry gave an excited “whoop!” before stepping through the portal. Then, stepping out into the field, he saw three women dressed in green wearing grey cloaks. Washing some laundry at the stream. After watching them for a moment, Harry decided to speak to them, “Hello, ladies,” Harry said as he walked up and tipped an invisible-make-believe hat to the three blonde women as he had seen Pappo do.

The three women, who looked identical, all tipped their heads to the right as they silently studied him. “Do you need any help?” Harry asked as he pointed to the white shirts strangely covered in what looked like blood. ‘Huh,’ Harry thought, ‘I thought mortals were less violent than gods since they no longer use swords.’

“Harald Lokison!” Hel yelled as she stepped out of a portal in her Morrigan avatar.

“That’s my big sister,” Harry said to the three ladies as Morrigan came over.

“Why are you not at camp?” Morrigan asked. She was dressed in a blue dress that was so dark it looked black; only with the sun shining on it could you see the blue. She had blue woad paint on a section of her face like she had dipped three fingers in and pulled, making a line from her forehead down past her eye to her chin; it was on the side of her face that was usually decayed in her Hel form. Her long black hair, crazy-curly like Harry’s got if he let his hair grow out.

The three blond ladies stood up and curtsied to the Queen of the Dead as she came over and sat down next to her brother.

“I wanted to make a portal, and I did!” Harry said excitedly.

“And why did you choose to come to bother my poor ben síde?” Morrigan asked.

“Uh…ben síde?” Harry asked, looking at the women, “Oh! Banshee! Awesome! I didn’t go looking for them to bother them, I wanted to see someplace new, and the portal brought me here.”

Suddenly, Morrigan grabbed Harry, making them invisible, intangible, and silent as three hiking men stepped out of the woods to the right of the banshees. The three women perked up and stared at them, who had all gone ghostly pale. All three banshees started a quiet keening sound, its pitch growing as the keening became a loud screaming. The three men ran across the grain field, each man for himself. The banshees quieted the further the men got. All the while, Harry could feel the death magic the banshees were putting out with their screams, marking each man for death later that night. As the magic pulled back, it caressed Harry making him feel like he was being hugged. Well, he was being hugged by his sister, but at the same time, this was something different, more significant.

“I see not only Chaos loves you, little brother, but so does Death,” Morrigan replied as she held on to her little brother.

“I thought you were the Goddess of Death? How is Death different?” Harry asked as he leaned into his sister, snuggling in the sunlight.

“There are Gods; then there are the Primordial Forces of the universe,” Morrigan said as she gently played with Harry’s hair, “Life and Death, Day and Night, Good and Evil, are all Primordial Forces that affect everyone, and everything in the universe. So if a man tells you he is predominantly good, he lies to you. We are all both. We all live then die; we feel the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the night; we have a bit of goodness in our hearts and a bit of evil.”

“So Chaos and Death are Primordial Forces?” Harry asked.

“Yes, they are; they…bless their chosen ones with power. So our father has been blessed by Chaos to be the far-reaching arm of Chaos. Death has blessed me to be his…avatar, his far-reaching arm of the Celtic/Norse pantheon.”

“So, has Chaos and Death chosen me?” Harry asked nervously; he didn’t want to take his father or sister’s place as the avatar.

“No, at least not yet, but both have noticed you. Usually, you would not have been able to see the ben síde without becoming their next victim.” Morrigan said before tickling her nine-year-old little mischief-making brother. “Listen, baby brother, making portals is awesome. It means you can now escape if attacked. However, you cannot make portals without Chiron or an adult--not Mr. D--knowing you are doing so. You wanted to stay at Camp Half-Blood all summer like a big boy; then you can’t be disappearing willy-nilly.”

“Sorry, Morrigan,” Harry replied as he enjoyed sitting with his sister. Then, one of the ben síde came over and handed him a crown made of the immature green grain of the field mixed in with some green acorns and oak leaves the ladies were sitting under. “Thank you,” Harry responded and put the crown on, ‘yugh, what is with ladies handing me crowns of plants? First Luna, now these ladies, at least I look good in green.’

“Come on now, Harald, time to apologize to Ya-ya, Remus, and Chiron for scaring them,” Morrigan said, standing up and hauling Harald up with her.

“She is going to be pissed!” Harald moaned, and Morrigan just laughed.

~LGCHB~

“Loki, where do you think you are headed?” Odin yelled as he followed Loki into the Bi-Frost chamber, where Loki spoke to Heimdall.

“Father, I am headed to Nidavellir,” Loki said, holding up his two favorite blades, one broken clean in half horizontally, the tip missing. The other showed a stress fracture on the blade. The next brutal hit would shatter the blade.

“Ah, you always do well negotiating with the Dwarves; bring home lots of gifts like last time!” Odin laughed and waved Loki away on his trip.

Loki waved at Odin and stepped onto the rainbow bridge, ‘operation, memory retrieval, here I come,’ Loki thought.

“Heimdall, is Loki really going to Nidavellir?” Odin asked, an eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“Yes, My Lord,” Heimdall replied.

“That’s fine, but only Nidavellir, and right back here when he is done,” Odin said.

“Of course, My Lord,” Heimdall responded, “My Lord,” Heimdall said hesitantly, “Loki likes to get hands-on while in Nidavellir. The Dwarves have shown him how to weave battle magic into the blades. It might take him a while. He usually helps to smith the blades himself.”

“That is fine. As long as it’s just to Nidavellir and nowhere else,” Odin replied before walking away.

‘Good luck, My Prince,’ Heimdall thought as he saw Loki explaining Khao’s conversation to the Dwarven King, asking for medical help. The Dwarven King, who had witnessed Odin’s betrayal five years prior, had no problem helping the Aesir Prince. Hell, he just won a bet against the Goblin King.

~LGCHB~

Morrigan escorted Harry back to camp, where Remus and Hera fretted, scolded, and smothered Harry. While Chiron smirked at the misbehaving Godling. He knew bringing a child of a trickster god and, worse, a chaos god would try his patience. So far, watching him try Hera’s patience was more fun. At least he hadn’t teamed up with anyone of Hermes’ kids for a prank war…yet. Chiron could feel Harald practicing making the portals and knew when he left the camp. He immediately let Hel, the more responsible sibling, know before he let Olympus know.

“Harry, you are obviously not responsible enough to stay at camp all summer,” Remus scolded.

“WHAT?!” Harry cried out in horror.

“Maybe next year we can try this again,” Hera sighed.

“NO!” Harry cried, “I promise I won’t do that again without permission. Please!” Harry’s eyes pleaded

“How about we give it one more try,” Chiron said, speaking up, falling for Harry’s begging eyes. “Have you met the new Centaurs?”

“New Centaurs?” Harry asked curiously as he held Chiron’s hand, and they walked away from the fuming godfather and adopted grandmother. Morrigan just stood there giggling. “Yes, four from the Forbidden Forest near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I invited them here to learn how to train half-bloods if they find any within the British Wizarding school,” Chiron explained to Harry.

“Where did you find him?” Remus asked Morrigan.

“In Éire flirting with some ben síde,” Morrigan replied, and she cleaned under her nails. They liked him and wanted him to visit again.

“Why do death creatures like Harry so much?” Remus whispered, afraid.

“I don’t know, but Death and Chaos have their eyes on him,” Morrigan replied before portaling away.

Remus looked at Hera before she opened a portal to Olympus and gestured for him to precede her.

~LGCHB~

Ahhnnngh…Bruce grunted as he woke up hard. He sat up and looked around. He was in a marble throne room surrounded by men and women who looked like they stepped out of a movie about the Greeks, except for one man who looked like a young nerdy college professor. Bruce stood up and heard some giggles; he looked down and immediately covered himself, “Uh…hello…why am I naked?” Bruce asked.

“Your pants did not survive your return from the gigantic green man to your human form,” a man in Greek armor with a sword on his waist standing to the left of the throne said.

“uh…where am I?” Bruce asked.

“You are in Olympus,” the man on the throne said.

“Olympus…Utah? Indiana?” Bruce asked as he scratched his head; hearing giggles, he quickly covered himself up again.

“Mount Olympus, City of the Greek Gods,” the woman on the throne said.

“Am I dead?” Bruce asked, then interrupted before anyone could answer, “Cause I’m a non-practicing Episcopalian. Even if the Christian God doesn’t exist, as a Banner, shouldn’t I be under the Celtic Gods, as my ancestors came from Britain?”

“Normally, yes,” a black-curly-haired woman said as she entered the room and stood beside him. She pulled off a black cloak and swung it around him, covering his nakedness. She was wearing a dress that looked like a dark midnight blue with bronze jewelry.

“Thank you,” Bruce said, “Miss?”

“The Morrigan,” the woman replied.

“The Celtic Goddess of War and Death?” Bruce looked at her in disbelief before he looked around, “what are you, the God of Nerdy Professors?” Bruce asked, pointing at Remus.

“I am not a God,” Remus replied, blushing, and everyone laughed.

“My grandnephew is a Demigod and werewolf,” a woman with a different accent said, standing next to Bruce, making him jump. He looked around for The Morrigan, but she was nowhere to be seen; now, a decaying woman was standing beside him.

“Let me guess, the Norse Goddess of Death, Hela?” Bruce asked, then looked at all the Greek Gods again.

“Hel,” the woman replied.

“Hel…where you, The Morrigan, a moment ago?” Bruce asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Can all of you change from Greek Gods to Roman Gods? Bruce asked to no one and general and heard a lot of yes, of course, and sometimes as the response. “If I’m not dead, can someone explain what is happening?”

“I’ll explain it to him and find him some clothing that fits,” Remus responded as he started to walk towards Bruce.

“Uh…I don’t want to hurt you…” Bruce said, feeling uncertain.

“Didn’t you hear Aunt Hel? I’m a Demigod and werewolf. A little more difficult to hurt than your typical Brit,” Remus said as he passed Bruce and started walking away from the throne. “Come along, Doctor Banner!” Remus called out before he turned down a hallway out of sight.

“Right…I’ll just…” Bruce said, looking at all the Greek Gods as he pointed to where Remus disappeared and took off running after Bruce, pulling the cloak tight to him so he didn’t flash anyone. He could hear the Gods laughing at him as he left the room.

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“Chiron, where is Grover? He promised he would help me prank Hermes cabin this year,” Harry said as he and Theodore ran up to Chiron on their first day back at Camp at almost age ten and ten. This would be Harry’s second year staying all summer and Theodore’s first year.

“Sorry, Harry. Grover is not here; he is currently out trying to escort three new campers,” Chiron said, secretly happy there would be no prank war…yet.

“Oh, okay,” Harry said to Chiron and turned to Theo, “Let’s go see what new weapons Hephaestus kids have invented. Chiron sighed in relief; he knew he was tempting the Fates, but Chiron was glad the little mischief Harry did get up to was something he could handle. So far, none of it was worse than when Heracles was a demigod living with him at Camp Half-Blood.

June turned into July with no sign of Grover and the three demigods he had been sent to escort to Camp Half-Blood. Harry was enjoying staying all summer, Theo not so much; he was missing his mummy too much and ended up switching to only staying the nights on the weekends. Luna, however, had only come during the daytime, but one day in July, the little nine-year-old demigoddess didn’t show up, nor did she show up the next day. It was a week of no-shows before Harry informed Chiron that he was portaling to Olympus and taking Theo with him.

“Ya-ya! Papoo!” Harry yelled out as he and Theo walked into the Olympian throne room during a Curia Deus; Zeus, being interrupted, just raised his eyebrow, and Harry quieted down, waiting patiently. It looked like Papoo was having lamb for dinner tonight.

“Harald Lokison, do you have a grievance?” Zeus asked before any of his citizens could throw another grievance out.

“Yes, Papoo, my friend and cousin,” Harry started but stopped as Theo poked him in the side, “Our friend and relative, Luna Thorsdatter, is missing. She has not come to Camp Half-Blood for a week!” Harry complained, listening to some of the gods and goddesses’ giggle; he started to get mad and stomped, making the throne room shake.

“Harald,” Hera warned.

Harry took a deep breath, “I tried to make a portal to her, but Uncle Thor has done something to hide her from the asshole,” Harry was interrupted again by giggling.

“Harald. Lokison,” Hera warned, sitting up straight and throwing the nine almost ten-year-old a look she usually reserved for Ares.

“Ya-ya!” Harry whined, “My friend is missing!”

“She is not missing,” Lady Nótt said as she entered Olympus’s throne room, nodding to the King and Queen before grabbing her son’s ear and slowly pulling him away from Harry. She bent down and whispered in his ear, privately scolding him for leaving the Camp without telling her.

Lady Nótt stood up and looked around, realizing everyone was watching her. She pulled her son before her and placed her hands on his shoulders. “Little Luna is not missing. Theodore mentioned yesterday that she had not shown up to Camp Half-Blood in a week, so after dropping Theodore off, I went and checked on her,” Lady Nótt said to Harry and the court.

“Little Luna’s mortal mother died a week ago,” Lady Nótt replied.

“Oh no, please tell me she hasn’t been alone this entire time?” Hera asked.

“No, Pandora was married to a mortal man, Xenophilius. He knows Luna was not his daughter from the beginning—he’s a bit of a seer—but Xeno loves her as his child nonetheless,” Lady Nótt replied, “I have also informed Thor, and he is with her now.”

“So, Harald Lokison, all grievances cleared?” Zeus asked Harry, slightly amused at the pout on the little boy’s face.

“No,” Harry said, pouting.

“And what’s your grievance,” Zeus asked, confused.

“Luna’s not at Camp Half-Blood, who will annoy Theo and me while we try to play hide and seek; she always finds us, who will make ugly flower crowns and tell us all about invisible creatures! Luna needs to be with us!” Harry yelled, panting.

“Shhhh!” Zoë shushed Harry for yelling, and he responded by sticking his tongue out at her.

“Harald dear, do you understand that Pandora Lovegood died? She will no longer be around to care for Luna?” Hera asked her little boy.

“Well yeah, she’ll go away for a little bit, then she’ll come back as one of Hel’s Valkyrie, and Luna can see her mummy again,” Harry responded.

“No, Harald,” Hel said from behind the little boy.

“Pandora did not die in battle, she was killed by experimental spellcraft, and she was warned to stop what she was doing before it killed her, both by her husband, a minor seer and by her daughter, a more powerful seer. She killed herself. Pandora Lovegood does not deserve to become a Valkyrie. Luna will not see her mother again for a very long time, and it is always possible that when Luna dies, she will go to Valhalla, not Helheim. She may never see her mother again,” Hel explained to the little boy, who started crying sadly for his annoying cousin.

Hel picked up the little boy and said, “I will take Harald with me today. My ben síde has been wailing at me to bring him by for another visit. I believe that will cure Harald of his need for a flower crown,” Hel said, smirking.

“Oh, Zeus, I didn’t mean it. I promise I don’t need a flower crown,” Harry pleaded.

“Maybe you can make Luna a flower crown, something pretty she can wear when missing her mother. If you bring it to me, I will make sure it always lives or at least changes with the seasons,” Auntie Persephone said at the edge of the Throne room where she stood next to her husband.

“Brother,” Both Zeus and Hera said at the same time. Zeus with a little unfriendly heat, and Hera with joy.

“Did you miss, Queen Hel, that Pandora Lovegood came to me instead of you?” Hades asked.

Hel paused, “Yes, King Hades, it seems I have. Would you trade me for her?” Hell asked.

“I will ask her if she would like to leave her family in the fields of asphodel,” Hades told Hel.

“All right, I’m taking this little one with me for the day; I will return him to Chiron tonight for dinner,” Hel said as she switched from her Norse avatar to her Celtic.

“I will be taking Theodore with me also; he can return to Camp tomorrow,” Lady Nótt said as she followed Morrigan out of the room.

Luna returned to Camp Half-Blood two weeks later to celebrate Harry’s tenth birthday. As he was about to cut the cake, she stopped him and told him Zeus’s daughter was about to die outside the gates of Camp Half-Blood.

The entire Camp both froze and exploded at the same time. Harry dashed out of the camp gateway before the other children had time to return to their cabins, grab their weapons, and join him.

Grover had two children with him as he and the boy were fighting some hellhounds, trying to keep them away from the little girl. Another girl was deeper into the woods, trying to fight the Furies by herself. Uncle Hades must have really been upset with Papoo to send the Furies and his hellhounds after the girl.

Harry ran past Grover and the two kids, halfway to the girl and the Furies, tapping the three hellhounds on their rump as Harry passed them, getting their attention before he whistled. “Here, puppy, puppy, puppy!” He taunted them, turning his back on the hellhounds to check on the Furies bending over so his butt stuck up in the air and wiggling his butt at the three dogs. The dogs turned and growled at Harry but did not come for him.

However, this did allow Grover to grab the girl and boy and start dragging them towards the Camp’s gate where the other kids were congregated. They had been about to come out to help, but the idea of battling the Furies held them inside the entrance, too afraid to take on those BAMF ladies.

**“I don’t know what cursed thing your mother fucked under the full moon, but…she owes us all an apology,” ** Harry yelled to the hellhounds. Insulted, they dashed for Harry, and as they were in mid-jump to maul Harry, he opened a portal, and the hellhounds landed on the Furies.

Harry ran up and grabbed the girl, opening a portal to the center of the Camp and pulling her through. As Harry turned and let go of the girl, the girl collapsed onto her knees before tilting sideways and landing on her back; pain-filled eyes looked up into the stars. Harry opened a portal and screamed, “Mumy, Ya-ya, Papoo, Apollo, Dadfoot, help!”

As the rest of the campers arrived in the center of the Camp where Harry was, the clouds above the Camp turned stormy, and lightning started to strike the ground. Most of the Campers began to flee. Luna and Theo grabbed Harry and pulled him away from the girl as he screamed for someone to help the girl.

The air smelled like ozone and magic, and the girl started to melt into the ground as the ground also began to sprout. By the end of the short lightning storm, a massive White Pine tree stood where the girl had been.

Chiron trotted up to where Harry sat; he had fallen to his knees and stayed sitting on them as he watched the girl change. “Zeus and all of Olympus heard your cry. He did what he could to save his daughter. You saved her, Harry,” Chiron said.

“I don’t feel like I saved her,” Harry muttered, looking over where Hera opened a portal and stormed towards them.

“Hera,” Chiron started, but she passed the tree without a second look and picked Harald up, taking him with her to Olympus. She had a pissed look the entire time, except when she picked up Harald and cooed to him as he started to cry.

~LGCHB~

“It’s time to test the new Asset, activate Project Bedburg,” the tall American man said as he entered the New York facility.

“Who are we testing him against?” one of the scientists asked.

“Let’s send him after Ronald J Dobos,” the American man said.

“The Real Estate Investor?” the scientist asked confused.

“Yes,” the American said, frustrated that the scientist hadn’t jumped at his suggestion but was questioning it. “That man just went bankrupt for a sixth time, I lost millions on his Atlantic City casino.”

“Okay…” the scientist said, still confused but went to give his orders to the Asset. ‘One would think if the man had gone bankrupt five other times, you wouldn’t give him more money,’ the scientist thought. Another scientist left the building and grabbed a hot dog from a vendor. As he paid, he slipped a note to the vendor, a SHIELD agent. The bosses would like to know about the new Asset on the move.

~LGCHB~

Loki snuck past Heimdall and into the Asgardian palace meeting his mother, brother, and Aunt Eir at a prearranged time in a little alcove that everyone but the four seemed to forget existed. They did not speak to each other out loud but by using sign language. ‘Do all of you have your full memories back?” Loki signed.

“Yes, brother,” Thor signed back.

“Yes, Loki,” Signed Frigga and Eir.

“I have forged rings for all of us that will protect our minds, memories, and magic.” Loki signed, “I ask that you put them on in private as if there are any mind manipulations, missing memories, or other harmful magic on you, it will be stripped from you. The rings will then become invisible and intangible.”

“Loki, your father will not be amused if you don’t bring something home from Nidavellir,” Frigga said.

“Yes, Mother, I will bring everyone a fake and Father a real ring.” Loki explained, “Father’s ring will have a chastity curse on it which he will immediately see and remove; behind the prank curse, will be a spell that allows Father to tell when someone invisible (excluding myself) is near him. He will be pleased after an initial scolding for the chastity curse.”

Eir snorted and hurried to cover her mouth. Everyone paused, waiting to be discovered.

When it looked like they were okay, Loki continued, “I will give each of you a fake ring that you will look at and ooh and ahh over until after Father finds the fake curse; once he does that, then Mother you will demand everyone’s ring, and you will remove the prank curses from the other rings. Then hand them back. Once you put on the fake rings, they will disappear, and the real rings will appear.”

“What if Father checks to see what spells are on the rings?” Thor asked.

“I have the spells blood locked to you; he won’t be able to check. All he would see is a spell to tell you when someone invisible is near you, like Fathers, which the rings will do.” Loki stated.

“Hurry back to Nidavellir, my son,” Frigga said, her eyes going glassy, “come home in five days’ time like a conquering Prince of old. We will have all the fan fair it will distract your father from the death of his spy.”

~LGCHB~

The Asset had been following the real estate investor for a week; he was in front of the Apollo theatre, trying to bully the kids selling strawberries that they should give him two crates for free because he was Ronald J Dobos. As if he wasn’t second-generation new money. He wasn’t the Queen, after all. Even the Queen, if she wanted two crates of strawberries, would offer to pay for them, the kids might give the Queen the crates for free, but she would make the offer. The Asset wasn’t sure why he was thinking about the British Queen, but the target was on the move again.

Sandraudiga leaned against the building as she watched the Little Monster and the Greek demigods arguing with a fat fucker who thought he was all that. She sensed the Little Monster attaching an itching hex to the man. He would be scratching his crotch for a week, she snorted. She saw movement across the street and almost gasped.

“But you’re dead,” she whispered. She watched the dead man follow the fat fucker down the street and into an alleyway. She decided to follow. The kid was okay for now, and Remus was around if the kid did get into trouble.

As she turned the corner, she watched the dead man kill the fat fucker. “Oh, look at you,” Sandraudiga cooed. “Someone fixed the dead man.”

The Asset turned around and shot at Sandraudiga. Still, she had already activated an invisible shield that the bullet ricocheted off. He moved quickly to strike Sandraudiga, a knife in his hand, and she blocked with her forearm, trusting in her arm guard to protect her from cuts, not that she was worried about the man hurting her. Sandraudiga realized as she danced dangerously with the man that he was a perfect gift for Odin. After all, this man succeeded several times, whereas all the monsters Odin had sent after the boy failed.

“Oh, Vernon Dursley, who knew you were so handsome underneath all that fat,” Sandraudiga cooed. Sandraudiga flipped around so Vernon’s back was to her chest, and she grabbed his head; using what little magic she had bothered to learn, she overrode the commands of the scientist who found Vernon’s alive corpse in the morgue and fixed him up. Hahahaha! She laughed, “Oh, the stupid werewolves who wanted you dead; Vernon, they were your salvation. I wondered why my Queen never noticed that you weren’t in Helheim for her to torture?” Sandraudiga had Vernon on his knees now, and she moved before him. “Now, Vernon Dursley, do you remember who you are?’ Sandraudiga asked haughtily.

“Yes,” Vernon replied, a generic American accent turned fake Posh British. He was still on his knees.

“Do you know who Harald Potter is?” Sandraudiga asked.

Vernon’s hands balled up into fists at his side, “Yes,” he snarled.

“The Freak is just down the street with other children selling Strawberries; you are to steal a vehicle and follow him home; a half an hour outside city limits into following him, you will force the vehicle off the road and do everything in your power to kill him,” Sandraudiga replied, “Now since you are on your knees you are going to do something for me.”

Remus turned the corner and ran towards Harry. His pup was in trouble, and his bodyguard was the one that just hired that trouble. Vernon Dursley was still alive and a werewolf. ‘Crap,’ Remus thought as he neared the kids. Remus walked over to the phone booth on the corner and set up some wards to keep people from hearing him.

“Report, Black Widow,” A bald black man said as he adjusted an eye patch over his right eye. It was a new injury and itchy. He stood atop the Apollo Theatre, watching some super kids sell strawberries. He wanted to recruit some of the older kids but never had a chance and never was able to follow them home. Whenever he sent someone to Delphi Strawberry Services, they always turned around, leaving, forgetting that they were supposed to scout the business.

“The new Asset is not as good as the Winter Soldier, but I think he will be if given time to train. He took down the Real Estate Mogel before I could stop him, then he was attacked by a woman wearing some sort of uniform, but it’s impractical since it’s a dress. Literally.” The red-headed agent code-named Black Widow responded. Continuing to give her report, she said, “The woman did something to his mind, took control, set him a new target, one Harald Potter, and he is now giving her cunnilingus.”

“Yuck,” came the voice of her partner. He was on the roof across the street from the Apollo as he watched the man who had followed the invisible lady. He had rushed away and was now in the phone booth making a call. Hawkeye did something to his goggles so that he could zoom in on the man’s lips so he could read them.

“Report, Hawkeye,” the bald black man said as he racked his brain trying to remember who Harald Potter was, the name was familiar.

“The man that usually drives the kids that sells the strawberries noticed the invisible woman leaving; he then turned himself invisible and followed her. He ran this way a moment ago, becoming visible between one step and the next, and is making a phone call; he asked for a man named Fenrir.”  

“Grandpa? I finally caught Sandy setting up a hit against Harry,” Remus said as he looked out the booth’s glass, watching for both Sandraudiga and checking on the kids.

“Yup, it’s as we thought; she has turned traitor or has always been one. Guess what? Vernon Dursley survived and is now a werewolf. Sandraudiga set it up so Vernon would attack us on our way back to Delphi about half an hour after we left the city.” Remus replied to whatever the man on the other end of the phone said.

“Yeah, he’s got some sort of metal prosthetic arm replacing the one Petunia blew off,” Remus replied, “He’s also fit like he was placed on a super diet.”

“Okay, I’ll have Harry create a portal and get the kids out of the line of fire; I’ll see you in two and a half hours,” Remus said as he hung up and watched Sandraudiga walk back towards the kids. He timed his leaving the phone booth, so he arrived a minute before she did, hoping she hadn’t noticed him making a phone call.

“Did you get all that boss?” Hawkeye asked as he relayed what the man in the phone booth said as he read his lips.

“Yup, want to join the party in two and a half hours?” the bald man asked.

“Agent Fury, that’s the nicest offer I’ve had all day,” Hawkeye said sarcastically as he moved to get off the roof and meet up with Fury.

“Black Widow,” Agent Fury said.

“Yes, sir,” she replied.

“I want you to stay here and keep watch. You are to follow the Asset as he leaves,” Agent Fury ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the Black Widow responded as she settled in an alcove.

~LGCHB~

“My Love, I am so sorry!” Zeus said as Hera threw another vase at him. “I don’t know why I do it!”

“LIAR!” Hera screamed.

“I don’t even remember the demigod children until they do something to get my attention. I promise, I thought Amelia Earhart was my last child. I promised you no more after her. I’m sorry!” Zeus ducked as Hera tossed a larger Roman Amphora full of oil at him.

“You are such a liar, Zeus!” Hera screamed before falling to her knees, burying her head in her hands, and crying in anguish.

“I promise you; I did not know about Thalia Grace until she was being attacked,” Zeus whispered as he slowly inched toward his beloved wife. “I promise I never chase any women but you when I am in Olympus; I don’t know why I chase them on Gaia?”

“Knock, knock, are you done throwing things?” Queen Frigga said as she poked her head into Zeus and Hera’s royal rooms. They both look at her in shock; besides their children, no one except Harald had been in their rooms for centuries. They even cleaned their own rooms, not letting servants in.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” Frigga cooed at Hera, who burst into tears again. While she was crying, Frigga was motioning for Zeus to hold his wife.

“Zeus, my friend. You must go to the Goblins of Gringotts or the Dwarves of Nidavellir and have them check you for a curse. I would choose the Dwarves, so you don’t need to go to Gaia and trigger the curse,” Frigga said and smiled kindly when Hera looked up in hope.

“You think he’s been cursed for thousands of years?” Hera said in both disbelief and hope.

“I do,” Frigga replied as she left the room and headed toward Harald and Remus’s rooms.

Neither of the boys was currently home, both were out in New York selling strawberries, but Frigga let herself in anyways. Going into Harald’s room, she looked around and picked up a stuffed stag he had hidden underneath his pillow; after all, ten-year-old boys don’t sleep with stuffed animals; she could hear both Thor and Loki in her head when she thought that. Harald still had a couple of years before he completely put it aside. She made a copy, lumps, smells, and all, and portaled it to Loki’s room, hidden under his pillow for later.

Then she went and snooped in Remus’s room, there was a bowl of fruit on his dressing table, and knowing Remus, he would eat every piece before it went rotten. She slipped a golden apple into the bowl with a mild compulsion for Remus to eat the entire thing as soon as he saw it. She would have her grandson's favorite grandson be immortal, damn it!

Finally, she went into Sandraudiga’s room and cleaned it out thoroughly. She would have no more use for it. It was time to get home before Odin noticed her missing. Loki was coming home tonight.

~LGCHB~

“Harry?” Remus said quietly as he helped to load the empty strawberry crates into the back of the pickup truck. Sandraudiga was still leaning on the wall holding it up as her eyes closed and her face turned towards the sun.

“Yes,” Harry said as quietly as Remus; see, Zoë, he could learn!

“When I say so, I want you to take and portal all the kids home to Camp,” Remus said, still watching Sandraudiga for a change indicating that she was listening in.

Harry turned to see what Remus was watching and only saw Sandra; he smirked; he figured the adults had finally gotten tired of her attitude and would have a smackdown. He’d take most of the kids back to Camp, but he was returning with popcorn to watch. “Okay, Mumy!” Harry chirped and went to get another crate.

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OMAKE: As Hera carried a crying Harald through Olympus, several goddesses popped out of hiding places and pointed at him. Suddenly his mouth filled with soapy suds, and he leaned over and puked. All the way from the gate through the palace, a total of 13 different goddesses washed his mouth out with soap, including the three Erinyes, who each had a hellhound on a leash. Harry started bawling, seeing the Furies.

They left Olympus and skipped returning the hellhounds to Hades and returned to the planet whose population worshipped them exclusively, who had a significant population who were descendants of them. Planet Fury would one day rule the galaxy or be conquered and enslaved by Necromongers. Better yet, they returned the hellhounds to Hades; no need to upset the chief Necromancer.

AN: **This quote is not mine. I borrowed it from the…cough…cough…terrible…Nazi Zombie movie Outpost: Rise of the Spetsnaz, 2013. Don’t ask me why my husband and I spent a day watching all three installments, but this quote was the best part of the movie.

Chapter Text

Half an hour outside the city, a big black monster truck swerved around Remus as if it was going to pass him. Still, instead of passing, he tried to ram Remus’s truck sideways, making it go off the road. However, having expected it, Remus slammed on his brake, pulled his parking brake, and turned the wheel, spinning him so the truck wasn’t hit. “Now, Harry, now!” Remus had said as he was executing a perfect high-speed turn avoiding the crash.

“Harry made a portal while the truck was still moving and got all Aphrodite’s daughters into it, leaving Ares’s son, Daryl, and Ares’s twin daughters, Alala and Clovis, in the truck. He knew they would like to see the smackdown too. Harry left in the portal and quickly stole the popcorn Mr. D was currently eating and portaled to Clarisse, who was swirling Luke and portaled her and the popcorn to the side of the road where Clarisse’s brother Daryl and sisters Alala and Clovis watched as Remus was getting his ass kicked by both Sandraudiga and an unknown man. Clarisse grabbed the popcorn, “Okay, kid, this is worth interrupting my fun time with the newbie.” Daryl and the twins reached over and took some popcorn.

The man fighting Remus turned and sniffed in Harry’s direction before leaving the fight and heading straight for the kids. The kids scrambled. The popcorn went flying. Daryl let loose an arrow headed straight for the man; simultaneously, an arrow from the tree above them headed for the man; the two arrows collided, and the man batted them away. Clarisse pulled her sword and snarled at the man. At the same time, Alala and Clovis extended some hair sticks that were in their hair, becoming heavy metal staves with decorative ends that looked sharp. All sisters took a fighting stance. The man ran past them, headed for Harry, who got knocked over when the popcorn flew.

Harry looked at the man who was running towards him and froze, the man was so familiar looking at the same time Harry just couldn’t place him, but the man terrified him for some primal reason.

Vernon had already lost all his guns when fighting that fucking werewolf pansy Remus but never needed a weapon to kill the little Freak; his hands worked fine.

Sandraudiga thought, ‘fuck!’ when Remus was able to pull out of the crazy spin he did to avoid getting hit, she actually yelled out, “FUCK!” when Remus yelled, “Now, Harry, Now!” and the children started to disappear. When the truck stopped, and Remus grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the truck, she thought she just might get away with this until he punched her in the nose, and she flew backward ass over teakettle.

She got up, pulled her sword, and turned towards Remus, surprised he had his sword already out and swinging towards her. She was able to block his first two strikes but was distracted when Vernon joined the fight, and she received a cut to her upper left arm. Remus quickly destroyed Vernon’s guns using magic, and the two werewolves snarled at each other.

Sandraudiga jumped back into the fight at the same time Vernon took a swing with a long ballistic knife. It was suddenly two-on-one, and both Sandraudiga and Vernon were able to get some cuts in. This stopped when Vernon turned and took a sniff, ‘oh good, the boy is back,’ Sandraudiga thought as she and Remus fought hard.

Vernon stalked towards a frozen Harry only to have to stop when a woman on a motorcycle jumped off and started to shoot him two-handed. Vernon turned his body so most of the bullets hit his metal arm; those that pierced his body were no bother as a werewolf. He turned and backhanded the woman; she flew over the motorcycle and lay there.

Seeing the red-haired woman lying there triggered the protective nature in Harry, snapping him out of the frozen state. Concurrently, a bald black man with one eye stepped up to Harry and tried to help him stand. Harry pushed the man towards Ares’s daughters, telling them to protect the man, and charged Vernon.

Sandraudiga knocked Remus’s sword out of his hand, making it fly over the truck. As she turned to behead Remus, she was hit with an arrow in her right shoulder, where it met the pectoral muscles. At the same time, Remus uses his hand to punch Sandraudiga right in her chest, turning her just so another arrow hits her in her left shoulder, where it meets the pectoral muscles. Remus pulled back, and Sandraudiga fell flat on her back, her arms spread wide with two arrows, each with a different fletching out of her upper chest shoulder area. ‘Remus shouldn’t have the ability to beat me,’ she thought, ‘I watched his training with the demigods. He couldn’t have taken me.’ What Sandraudiga didn’t know was after the demigods got done training Remus, Ares, Apollo, and Heracles took turns training him. Remus Lupin, the mortal grandson of the Norse God of Wolves, was the most highly combat-trained mortal on the planet Gaia. This entire battle from when Remus pulled Sandraudiga out of the truck took less than two minutes. Remus dropped Sandraudiga’s heart on the ground and turned to protect his cub, only to see Harry beheading Vernon.

Harry fell to his knees and promptly threw up. The red-haired woman stood up with her two guns back in her hands, checking the area. A man with a bow jumped down and informed the bald one-eyed black man that a bus with Delphi Strawberry Services was less than a minute out. Daryl seeing the other archer, immediately turned his bow towards the man. At the same time, his three sisters spread out more and held their weapons ready. Remus was busy rubbing Harry’s back but keeping an eye on the red-haired woman who had relaxed her stance, knowing her boss wanted to recruit some of these kids.

The bus arrived, and 12 of the older kids, sons, and daughters of Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus, poured out of the bus and surrounded everyone. Surprisingly, the bus driver was Mr. D, who was bemoaning the loss of his popcorn.

“My name is Senior Agent Fury; this is Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff; I am a senior Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division member. I am allowed to know magic; you do not need to memory erase me or my people,” the bald one-eyed black man said, speaking up before anyone else could say something.

“You realize we erase people’s memory for a reason,” Remus said as he stood up with Harry asleep in his arms.

“Remus, give me Harald,” Hera said, coming up behind Remus. Remus handed Harry to her and watched as she portaled away. Behind the outsiders, he saw an invisible Apollo, Ares, and Heracles. A visible Fenrir was checking out Vernon’s headless body. Hel stood and looked at Sandraudiga’s body. Sandraudiga’s chest looked like an alien had busted through it. She really shouldn’t have gone to the movies with Ares. She was seeing Alien’s everywhere now. Lilja and Dordi stood behind their Queen, each holding a struggling spirit in one hand. Lilja had Vernon, and Remus could hear her whispering all the tortures she would do to him. Dordi held Sandraudiga; Sandra was begging her Queen and blaming everything on Odin. None of the outsiders could see the two spirits or the two Valkyrie. Still, Clarisse proved she could by spitting on Sandraudiga.

“Yes, millions of my people died thinking they were killing your people. Adult Witches and Wizards could get away from Witch hunters and the burning stakes; the ones that burned were non-magical people who were falsely accused of being witches, and your children, who could not escape. Your people went into hiding,” Agent Fury replied.

“Yes,” Remus said, looking at the three agents.

“I’ve been trying to speak to some of the youngsters you train at the Strawberry Farm; I would like to offer them some jobs,” Agent Fury responded.

Daryl looked at his father, who nodded, “Only Remus,” Daryl pointed his chin at Remus, “is a wizard; the rest of us, Remus included, are Demigods.”

“Demigods?” Agent Barton said, looking at all the kids.

“Yes, Demigods,” Chiron said as he stepped out of a portal in full Centaur glory.

“Трахни меня, кентавр,” Agent Romanoff said.

“Are you sure?” Chiron replied, his eyebrow raised at the woman; behind the Agents, invisible Ares and Apollo silently giggled.

Remus snorted and couldn’t help it; he laughed and couldn’t stop laughing. Hel flicked her hands, and both bodies disappeared, as did the Valkyrie and spirits. She walked over to a laughing Remus and opened a portal, walking away and taking Remus with him. “Little brother, please make sure everything is cleaned up properly,” Hel told Fenrir before closing the portal.

“Demigods are real. The Gods come to earth, procreate, then leave their children here. We at Delphi take in those children and protect them from the monsters that roam the earth,” Chiron said as he moved to where Remus previously stood.

“Monsters?” Agent Fury asked, “What kind of Monsters?”

“The ones that normally do not hurt Mortals like yourself unless they are hungry,” Chiron replied.

“Unless they are hungry.” Agent Fury repeated slowly. “Oh, I really want some of you to work for me,” Agent Fury stated.

“Can you get my brother out of jail?” Daryl asked.

“What’s he in jail for?” Agent Barton replied.

“He punched his commanding officer; he doesn’t do well with authority,” Daryl replied. Agent Fury’s eyebrow rose, and Daryl continued, “We are sons of Ares, the God of War; his commanding officer was a jackass who knew jack shit about being a warrior. Tried to order my brother and his men into a suicide mission while he sat on his ass at the base. My brother punched the motherfucker.”

“What’s your brother’s name?” Agent Fury asked.

“Dixon, Merle. I’m Daryl. Merle’s in Leavenworth Pen.”

Agent Fury slowly reached into his side breast pocket and pulled out a stack of business cards. He saw all the male and female kids reacting like soldiers with an unknown hostile in their territory. They weren’t holding guns but knives, swords, staves, and axes. Daryl had his crossbow at the ready, but one and all of them were ready to fight if Fury made one wrong move. “As I said, I’ve wanted to hire you kids for a while now. Are any of you eighteen yet?”

“Nah, when we hit seventeen or eighteen, the thing that attracts the monsters to us dissipates; we will still always attract a monster if one is standing right next to us, but we don’t attract them as severely as we do as children,” Daryl explained. “I’m the oldest at sixteen.”

Chiron walked up to Agent Fury and took the stack of business cards. “I will make these available to all the Demigods,” he said, “I will even contact some of the older Demigods who have left us, and give them the number and the job offer,” Chiron explained.

“I will always have an opening at our academy for any of the Demigods. Are there those who don’t fight?” Agent Fury asked.

“Aphrodite’s daughters,” Clarisse said with disgust, “although they would be suitable for Mata Hari-type work.

“Can they fight at all?” Agent Romanoff asked.

“They squeal if they get a blister,” one of Apollo’s kids spoke up, the disgust leaking.

“I can work with that,” Agent Romanoff said, nodding to Agent Fury.

“How about inventors, scientists?” Agent Fury asked and watched as three of the sixteen kids raised their hands.

“We are sons of Hephaestus; we like inventing weapons. The daughter of Hephaestus tends to run more towards science,” one of the boys said.

“How about hanky panky between yourselves? As children of the Greek Gods, you are all cousins, right? You don’t do what the Greeks of myths do and sleep with your sisters, right?” Agent Barton asked.

The kids all started to laugh; “come on, kids, back to the Camp,” Chiron said as he began to herd most of the kids back into the bus. Daryl jumped into the truck with his three younger sisters, and all the Demigods became invisible around 500 meters from where Fury had moved into the middle of the street. Fenrir jumped into the black monster truck and drove it through the same portal Chiron trotted through. In less than half a minute, all the kids and vehicles except Agent Romanoff’s motorcycle were gone. Even the bloodstain from the two battles was gone. The three SHIELD agents looked around at nothing.

“That happened, right?” Hawkeye asked.

“Indeed, it did,” came a voice at the edge of the road where Agent Fury had been originally standing. The agents turned and saw three men, one dressed like an ancient Spartan warrior and one wearing a toga with fire dancing around his head like a halo. Another was around the size of the Hulk, wearing what looked like an animal pelt, a lion maybe, wrapped around his waist and nothing else.

The three agents stared at the men, who stared back, “Would any of you like a job?” Agent Fury asked, breaking the silence.

“No, Nicolas Fury, we are not allowed to meddle in the world of mortals,” the man with the pelt replied.

“But you, Hercules, are known for just that,” Agent Romanoff replied.

“Heracles,” the man corrected, “and yes, as a Demigod, I was allowed to, but as I became a Full God, I had that right revoked, Natalia Alianovna Romanova.”

“Did you know, Miss Romanova, that you are a Demigod yourself?” The man with the fire halo said, looking at her like she was the most exciting bug he had seen.

Agent Barton and Fury turned to look at her but relaxed when they saw how wide her eyes were, “what?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” the Spartan said, “the last 100 years have been so interesting, five new Demigods, none with Godly parents. You are creating yourselves,” the man threw Agent Romanoff a saucy wink.

“Ares, Apollo, behave,” Heracles sighed, “Yes, the one you call Captain America is the first, the one called the Winter Soldier, the Black Widow, Captain Marvel, and now the Hulk,” Heracles replied.

“With Captain Marvel and the Hulk well on their way to Godhood,” Ares said, cutting in.

“Only time will tell,” chirped Apollo.

“Captain Marvel,” Agent Fury said with excitement at the same time; Agent Romanoff noted with horror, “Winter Soldier,” Agent Barton had said, “Captain America,” with a proud intonation to his voice.

“Poor Bruce, ignored,” Ares laughed.

“I think he would prefer that,” Apollo responded.

Heracles nodded, and all three men just disappeared.

“Harald Potter…Harry Potter…” Agent Fury said, realizing who the black hair boy was, “Ah…shit!”

~LGCHB~

Harry and Remus were brought home to their rooms on Olympus; the two Queens switched victims while Hel took Harry to get him bathed and put to bed. Hera did the same, except she had the Dryads help wash Remus. Shouting could be heard from his bathroom, and the Dryads quickly left the room giggling. Apparently, Remus didn’t need help bathing. Hera stayed in Remus’s room, keeping an ear out for the mortal in case he was too severely injured and became unconscious in the bath. Sitting at Remus’s desk, she looked across the room at the fruit on the dresser and smirked.

Hel panicked for a few minutes when she stripped Harry’s shirt off him to help him into the bath and saw 4 gigantic claw marks going from his left shoulder across his chest to his right hip. By that time, Fenrir had arrived, and hearing Hel panicking, he entered the bathroom and whistled, seeing the marks on the boy. The claw marks quickly disappeared. “Will he become a wolf?” Hel asked, upset.

Fenrir walked over to Harry, squatted down to his level, sniffed Harry at the crook of his neck, and then snorted. “Nope, wolf-free,” Fenrir said, disappointed.

“Ugh, Fen, you got boogie on me!” Harry cried out and wiped his neck.

“Boogies, oh no! We’ll have to get those off!” Fenrir picked up Harry and jumped into his pool-like bathtub, clothes and all, with Harry giggling and Hel rolling her eyes.

“Fenrir, come quick; Remus is unconscious!” Hera yelled out from Remus’s room.

Hel switched places with Fenrir and continued to get Harry cleaned up. At the same time, Fenrir rushed out of the room to run into Remus’s room, who was lying on the floor with only a towel wrapped around his waist, a gold glow emanating from his body.

Hera walked over and whispered in his ear before leaving the room to go check on Harry. Fenrir picked Remus up and put him in bed, tucking his grandson in. “We are going to have so much fun!” Fenrir told his unconscious child before leaving the room.

~LGCHB~

The old man sat at his dinner table, watching as others ate around him, ‘Less than six months and the boy should be receiving his Hogwarts letter,’ the man thought as he sucked on his sour lemon candy, ‘the Potter line ends with the boy.’

~LGCHB~

“Hey, lil’ brother,” Merle said as he nuggied Daryl’s head, “thanks for busting me out of prison an’ findin’ me a job.”

“Getoff! I’m seventeen, you asshole, not a kid.” Daryl struggled to make Merle let go of him. Finally giving up and allowing Merle to hold him by his head, he asks, “You likn’ it?” Daryl asked, “cuz, I’d thinkin’ I’d go to their academy next year,” Daryl replied as the rest of the Campers poured into the room.

Camp Half-Blood had gotten the invitation to tour Stark Labs courtesy of one Agent Coulson and the lovely Pepper Pots, who thought it was a lovely idea for SHIELD to sponsor orphans who wanted to work in the sciences. Although she wasn’t a fan of Junior Agent Dixon. Today’s tour corresponded with Tony’s arrival in New York after a disastrous six months in Afghanistan. Pepper was tempted to cancel it, but at the same time, she didn’t want to disappoint the orphans.

“Ya, I lik’ it,” Merle said, letting go of his baby brother and rubbing the back of his neck, directing all the demigods to an open meeting place; Mr. Stark was going to give a press conference, and the Campers had been included along with the press to witness it.

Almost all of the Camp over age twelve was invited and excited to join SHIELD’s academy; the youngest was little Harry at ten—I’ll be eleven in a month. The daughters and sons of Aphrodite dreamed of being Mata Hari and James Bond-type spies. The sons and daughters of Hephaestus were the most excited to be here, with Stark Industry being the leading weapons tech firm. The children of Hermes were excited by the idea of getting away with theft. Ares and Apollo’s kids were excited to be able to hit people and learn modern weapons.

All the Campers giggled as Tony Stark had them sit on the floor; they were used to it, but it seemed like the adults had a problem. As the older demigods tried calming down, the younger ones missed most of the questions being asked. They all went silent hearing Tony Stark says, “The truth is: I am Iron Man.”

Harry broke the ice by shouting, “COOL!” Somewhere in the dark forests of Eastern Europe, Zoë facepalmed

~Fini until book three, Godly Invasion.