Wings of love

What to do? What to do?

Harry was literary freaking out. How in the bloody nine realms should he be able to handle this level of weirdness? This was even beyond his usual bad luck. Why could he not just stick with the pure physical changes and be done with it all? He walked back and forth in the hall and the only thing that broke the morning silence was his steps and the rhythmic sound of the large clock. Harry tossed his hair behind his head and moaned as he gripped it tightly. He grabbed it and felt a sting combined with a sharp pain in his scalp, but it felt good in his frustration.

Not only did he wake up surrounded by anxious centaurs and the foals hover all around him, oh no. Fate had also decided to make his life even harder than before. After the last memory had surfed, which, moreover, still was burning on the inside of his eyes, fate had left him with a new gift. First, he had thought for a second that he would experience the horrible moment where Harald would die; he could still felt Lokis pain and anguish clearly as if it was his own because, indeed, he had to die to become who he is today, right? He was Lord Harry Potter- Black, not Harald Fayereson, the fae prince and fiancé of the freaking god of mischief.

Yes, Harry had started to see that he once was, and if the changes had something to do with it, he had started actually to become Harald more than more. It was almost like his two lives begin to merge to form a balanced mix between his two lives. He was still Harry, but at the same time, he was Harald. Harry moaned and stopped and looked up at the beautifully decorated ceiling. Not only had his brain begun to have some identity crisis, no, but the damn memory had also brought about another change to his physical appearance. And this time, it was the most significant change so far!

Why could his life not be normal? Nooo, he had to get bloody freaking green wings that had decided to grow out of his back. And he was freaking out. Did he mention that they were huge?

Harry could feel them flexing on his back with each strong emotion that shot through his body. And to boot, he was getting more and more annoyed by the minutes as his mind started to tell him to as he quote -get a fucking grip- on himself. It felt like his very own mind had expanded with the new development, and he could process things scary fast. Then, there was that damn tingling sensation in the back of his mind screaming that something was missing, something that should be there. He felt empty, hollow even.

And that was creeping him out. Harry closed his eyes and took deep breaths. The feeling surrounding him was chilly, as if winter had decided that it still wanted to stay even though it was already April. But the hall he was standing in was perfectly temperate; it was quite the opposite; Harry felt warm. Which only diluted the fuck up feeling. How the hell could he feel icy cold while being perfectly fine with it? Was it so that he had begun to create a second identity? Could it be possible that 'Harald' was his very own person and stuck in his mind and he had misunderstood everything?

Though it did not feel right either, Harry rubbed his chest, just over his heart. It was not in his head that the feeling came from; it was from his core. It was as if he was missing a piece of himself as if it had expanded, but the magic that would be there was dormant. Harry exhaled heavily, his shoulders sank, and so did the wings that gently pulled against his back, but they were still there. The memory had given him much to think about. On one hand, he began to realize that it was more to this situation than he understood. He could no longer deny the warming ever-growing feeling he felt for Loki, even though he physically, in this body in any case, never met him.

He had felt this feeling once before when he started dating Ginny. But that feeling had changed as they had grown up and understood that the feelings they had for each other were solely of that between siblings. But the feeling was familiar, and he knew very well that he already loved the resourceful black-haired god. He needed an answer; no, he needed a few of them.

Harry pulled his hand through his hair again before he started going up the stairs and walked with solemn steps towards Ron and Hermione's side of the manor. He stopped outside their bedroom door and hesitated, it was still early, but at the same time, they are usually awake at this time. He raised his hand but stopped just before he could tap the massive door, separate them from the world before he knocked. He needed to talk to them about this development. A faint rumble came from behind the door, and Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants.

"emh, guys," he started, a little unsure how to name his current problem, "I... .might have a bit of a morning problem that I need your help with"

"Noo... go away" Ron's groan could be heard through the massive door, and Harry could not help a chuckle to escape him. Ron had never been a morning person.

"I would love to, but this is kind of a big problem" he should perhaps feel more ashamed of disturbing their morning because it sounded like they had had a long and undoubtedly fun night.

"Oh god, Harry," he could hear Ron groan, "we are not helping you with your little morning 'problem' go away!"

He could hear Hermione's tired muffled vice, and he stared strangely at the door before casting a nervous glance at the green wings. They should be happy that he did not rush in right away when he had come back to the mansion two hours earlier. But he needed to get rid of these wings quickly; he had a god to find, and a pair of massive wings would only attract more attention than his scars used to do.

"I'm serious. I need your help with this one. I would not disturb you if I did not feel it was important."

"I'm so not awake for this," Ron grumbled behind the door, and Harry could hear the squeak of the bed as he got up from the bed and the heavy steps leading up to the door. Harry's wings fluctuated and stretched a little as the nervousness simmered through him, but he quickly pushed it away again. These were two of his best friends, his family; they had stood by his side in recent weeks when all the strange changes had happened to him. They would stand by his side through this as well.

"Harry, mate, we love you but not in that way. Can you not take care of your morning problem in the shower or something?" The sound of clothes could be heard, and Harry started at the door as it suddenly had decided to jump him.

Why should he take a shower? It could not solve his current problem ... could it? He stared at the wings and tilted his head a little, wondering if the wings were as liquid-repellent as birds were? Could he fly with them, maybe? A small voice in his head suddenly agreed that he could and that he could fly fast. Cool. he now had a voice in his head, Harald's voice, to be precise, it was now official. He was going bonkers.

"Seriously, Harry," Ron said as he opened the door and got tired in the face before looking at him. Just to blink again, and then again. Ron rubbed his eyes to try to get his sight in order, but the wings did not disappear.

Harry looked at him and waited; they just stared at each other before Ron cleared his throat a little nervously, " Herms, I think you need to see this, this is a problem that no cold shower would fix, I guess."

"No! I do not want to see his so-called problem, Ronald," she groaned. "Not when he disturbed my morning plans."

Ron chuckled nervously and blushed a little while Harry raised his eyebrows amusingly. "I can promise you that you want to see this, love," Ron said to his girlfriend before taking a step around Harry.

"You just have to perform one miracle after another," the red-haired man shook his head, amused, "are they real? Can you move them?"

Harry nodded and let his wings flex, and Ron whistled impressively "the problem is I can't get rid of them," Harry said and angled them slightly forward so they could spread more in the corridor.

"bloody hell Harry, you do not do things the normal way, do not you?"

"apparently not."

"Can I touch them?"

Harry nodded, "yeah, but be careful" A shiver went through him when he could feel Ron's fingers pulling against his wings, and he frowned slightly at the strange feeling that spread within him.

"Oh, blimey... they are solid."

Harry twitched under his touch again and unwrapped them when he heard clattering steps from the household's female person. Her hair stood in all directions and edges, and the magic lay tightly around the slightly upset woman and made her hair stand out even more. However, her anger suddenly disappeared when she looked at Harry's so-called morning problems. He stared at them for a second before sighting.

"I'm just going to change my clothes, we'll meet in the library in a moment," she just said and turned in the door and went back inside.

Harry and Ron looked at each other before shrugging, and the red-haired man followed his girlfriend and left Harry in the hallway. It felt good to no longer have to deal with this problem alone, and with those thoughts, Harry went back to his room. He needed to change his clothes. It wasn't long before Harry stood in front of his mirror and took in his whole new look.

The patio door stood ajar, and the birds' low chirping outside crept in like creating pleasant background noise. But Harry could not enjoy the serenity as before; he stared at himself, or more specifically, his wings. The sun was shining in from the large windows making the wings almost change color. The before dark green tones got a more vibrant color, and when he turned around a bit, they almost looked like they were made of metal. Harry ran his fingers through the wingtips and mentally noticed that his touch felt utterly different than Ron's had felt. Ron's touch had felt wrong, accepting but inappropriate in some ways.

But if it was not one, it was the other, and Harry now faced the next problem. He had no idea how to get rid of his clothes. He first tried to pull them over his head, but the wings came off, and let me tell you, bent feathers did not feel good at all. He ended up banishing them to the cleaning basket and now stood in only his trunks. Harry let his gaze sweep over his body once more. His skin was still light, but it had a golden undertone; his right arm was adorned with the soul mark that now went over his shoulder, and when he twisted, he could see how it stretched down his back and ended just above his butt.

The wings grew out of his shoulder blades, and when he flexed them, he could see the extra muscles that moved under the skin. Silvery scars were still clearly visible in the sun's rays, a testimony to his tough childhood. He could see them a little here and there on his body, and he stroked a hand over his chest and down over his slightly toned stomach. He was not a muscle mountain exactly, but he was lean and had long muscles that played under the skin and not an ounce of fat on the body.

He had always had a hard time putting on weight, and no matter how much Madame Pomfrey tried to remedy this. It was a curse; in fact, he had wanted to be a few pounds heavier. He had never understood the female sex when they complained that they needed to lose a few pounds and how difficult it was to lose it, so they skipped food. Honestly, it was just as hard for him to put some pounds on his body as it was for them to lose some!. No matter how much he ate, his body refused to get the amount he needed before it threatened to come up, and his brain shouted at him several times not to eat, to freaks that he did not need food, he could survive on air if so required.

Harry shook his head violently and bit together. The memories of his harsh childhood stung inside his eyes. He hated it. He was damaged goods; no matter how much he tried to escape from his childhood, it was always there. You could not just beat out 11 years of abuse, both physical and mental, in a few years. Thank goodness he had a family that cared about him and understood his problems.

He also had Loki; he just needed to find him. Harry had never really been a person for fashion; if he could wear the clothes, well, then they were good enough for him. Any clothes were better than Dudley's hand me down.

He gently let his fingers stroke the tips of his wings again. It almost felt like he was patting a velvet pillow or something. He looked down at the shirt he had chosen, it was impossible to put on the usual way, but he also did not like having to conjure one on himself. When he did, the material always felt wrong against his skin. As if someone decided to put a rock in them or something.

Harry grimaced and threw away his shirt to try to find something else. The bed pile grew as he threw more and more clothing in the ever-growing pile before he got to the tops. Why could he not have thought of this before? He pulled out a white training bra where the back joined together in a Y, which left the shoulder blades almost entirely free.

Now came the next problem, to put it on. Harry would forever keep quiet about the strangest and most demanding attire he had ever had to go through, and he also promised never to complain about having too much clothing. He simply did not have enough variety to choose from, so with the first day's goal completed, he went down past the kitchen to pick up some food and entered the library.

He put down the tray with fruit, and even the tea he had levitated behind him; he was the first to be there. He picked up the parchment and started writing down what he needed to find. The first was a book about creature heritages, and the second was about Nordic gods and mythology

He bit into the apple while writing down what he knew about Loki and his current situation realized that it was still apart. Florence had confirmed that the memories were from previous lives, so it meant that there was a reason why they were awakened now in connection with his creature's blood appeared. Harry tried to look more objectively at his memories, but it felt like he still did not have all the puzzle pieces. They were there, just out of reach, but he suspected that his brain needed to have a rest period between the different visions and be able to adjust itself to the changes. So that meant he could expect more memories. But at the same time, a feeling within him had begun to grow, his magic was trying to take shape after the cavity, and it was almost as if he could feel it.

Harry closed his eyes and 'poked' at the feeling; he pressed a little harder and suddenly felt how it pushed back hard; a wave of irritation hit him, irritation that was not his own, and the memory flashed before him.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * * Memory * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

Harald took a deep breath of the fresh air that filled the room, the scent of the flowers drifted in through the wide opened window, and he could smell the spring rain come over them but had yet to fall. He was back in Asgard after several weeks of recovery from his near-death experience. His magic core was still tender; if a magical core could be tender, that is. But it anyway, his magic had expanded so drastically, and with it also came the growing pains that the change it brought.

He had now wholly entered his creature heritage. Harald had thought that it would be more difficult to control his magic than it has been. He probably had Loki to thank for that bit. The dark-haired prince had barely left his side the whole time he was recovering; he was constantly there, touches, soft words, and always ready to stand up to his needs. Honestly, it eventually became too much, and Harald kicked Loki out and ordered him to return to his royal duties. It was not exactly like he would leave the palace, and he was safe there.

After everything that had happened, everyone involved had agreed that Harald would move to Asgard. It was also here that it had been decided that they would live after their wedding, which was fast approaching. They had not been able to find his aunt, who had almost killed him. He still could not understand what he had done to earn that treatment. Why had she betrayed him? Her family none the less.

But just because he had kicked Loki out to get some free time did not mean that he could be left alone; oh no, it did not work out. He felt his temple twitching with irritation as he leaned against the doorway carelessly.

"Why are you here?"

"Because I have nothing to do," Thor's voice was light and could easily be misinterpreted as innocent, but Harald could see through it, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"..... really?" Harald looked at him with a deadpanned expression. He did not believe the blond prince for a second. He knew what he was doing, and Harald promised that he would punish Loki thoroughly after this. The blonde brother was simply on babysitting duty, and he was going to be this annoying the whole time. Harald only knows this.

"I can help you with that," Harald said slowly and closed the book he had been reading until now, "you can start with this; put the book where it belongs."

Thor gave the book a strange look, "And why should I do that?"

"Because you have nothing to do," Harald replied with a gentle smile and pushed the big, heavy book forward with magic to the other side of the table, and Thor slowly walked towards it. He then took the book up, walked over to the next table, put it down with a loud thump, and turned contentedly towards Harald again. Mission accomplished.

The black-haired male stared at him, his mouth half-open, and closed it only to then open it again in pure disbelief. "Did... Did you just move the book from one table to the next one?"

"yes ..? you asked me to."

"So only to make it clear, you took the book from this table right in front of me and put it away on the other one, next to you... and not where it belongs?"

Thor looked down at the book and then up at him again and nodded, not seeing why the petit male almost seems to break down in laughter. He had done what he had been asked to do; he had put the book where it belonged. Right? There were books all around the tables, so why not?

Harald could no longer hold it in, and he broke down in giggles, which then broke out into a loud amused laugh. He needed to take support on the table for not to fall to the ground in a helpless heap as his shoulders shook in laughter. Thor gave him a confused look that narrowed when he realized that he was just laughed at and grinned. Two could play this game. So he picked up the miller and went forward to put it down on the table with a broad smile while the young man continued to laugh at him.

Harald collected himself and shook his head; this whole thing was amusing; he was so telling Loki when he was back. But as he reached out for his next magic totem to read, he stopped and stared at the large, but strangely, beautiful hammer that now sat heavily upon the book.

"Thor... Why is mjölner on my book?"

"I demand compensation for your laughing at my expense so that the book will do fine for a payment."

"No, just no, you can not go and put mjölner wherever you want," especially not on top of that book. Hadrian stretched out and tried to move the damn thing, but it was heavily seated on the spot.

"move it," he ordered, annoyed

"No"

"Now Thor"

"Not going to happen."

"Please?"

"Nope"

"I will destroy it."

"You are welcome to try."

"argh, THOR !! move it"

The massive lump of straw hair chuckled, "move what now, dear brother of mine?"

Energy started to collect around Harald's hands, and his lip parted in a cold smile; magic had created the damn hammer, witchcraft could destroy it just as "I ask you just one more time, move the hammer before I corrode it!"

"if you do that, you will destroy the books."

Huh, fair point. Harald started at him before grinning again. He knew exactly what to threaten him with then to get what he wanted.

"I know a spell that will make it impossible for you to enjoy the pleasure brought out by the more intimate parts of a relationship; let's say you can get a little problem with the performance."

" You dare...."

"try me," he threatened with a shit-eating grin, making Thor rethink his revenge. Nothing was worth that punishment.

Thor held out his hand, and the hammer quickly fell into his waiting fist and muttered softly about the devil's invention of pit spawn to brother. How could someone so fair and innocent hide such a demonic side? But this was Loki's fiancé, so it was no wonder he had such side.

"thank you very much" Harald now smiled contentedly and brushed off the book, Energy fields, and foundations of magic; thankfully, the hammer had not destroyed it. He opened the book and began to skim through the chapters until he found the part that interested him and began to read.

After Loki had broken the seal that was killing him, his magic had fused with Loki's. He could feel him in his magical core, and if he put a little on the feeling, he could feel how Loki's magic pushed back. But sometimes he had even heard words whisper over magic. Dem had bonded on a deeper level than any other thing he had ever talked about. One thing to be a soul mate, that was as rare as it could be, but to have this kind of soul bond? A telepathic link, perhaps?

Thor still stood firmly in the doorway, looking over the much smaller male, "I have to know," he hesitated as Harald put a finger in the text to look up at him. His intense viridian green eyes focused entirely on the blonde god who was trying to formulate his words.

"Were you the one who saved Loki that night so many years ago?"

He did not even have to say what night he meant because Harald knew right away what he meant. Harald turned his gaze to the window and the budding forest that could be seen from the royal palace. There was no reason for him to deny it. "Yes," he then said and looked at Thor again, "I ... felt Loki even then, felt how close to death he was but that it was not his time," an icy shiver stroked through him. He had come so close to losing him then, and he was happy that death let him save him.

"Thank you, Harald, thank you for saving him, for loving Loki for who he is."

Harald could not help the laughter spreading, and he shook his head in amusement. "There is absolutely nothing to thank for, Thor; I would give my own life to save Loki if needed."

He shook his head. "You saved his life, and I am forever in debt to you and never say so again; without you, Loki would be lost."

"Didn't Loki tell me it was me?" Harald ignored the last bit. He knew that if he lost Loki, the horrible though it was, he would lose a piece of himself and guaranteed to become blinded in madness.

"No, he did not say a word about it to the healers, but after that incident, he was almost obsessed with finding you again, finding the black-haired dream that saved him," Thor chuckled.

Harald felt a blush spread across his cheeks, and Thor gave off his classic booming laugh and patted him hard on the back.

"He was horrible to live with for a while, and we had no idea why; now, of course, we know better," he grinned. "It is an honor to welcome you publicly to the family," finally

Harald smiled at him and wished that the treacherous blush would disappear. He blushed worse than a virgin at this moment. Something that both brothers found very amusing, one more than the other.

"Now, all that is needed is for you to name your firstborn son after me, and we are one big and happy family."

Harald suddenly choked on his saliva and started coughing and spitting simultaneously as the blonde god started to laugh. He felt the blush burn caustically hot against his cheeks and neck, and he was now anxious that it would be permanent. The blind fool he was grinning at, Thor, patted him on the back one last time before strolling out the doors and leaving Harald in his embarrassment.

He seriously thought he could die here and now. Harald moaned and let his head fall hard against the cold stone wall. He shook his head to drive away those thoughts and felt the blush continue to burn. Harald stared out the window and breathed calmly in and out, feeling a wave of calm spread over him, a calm influenced by Loki. He could not help smiling a little; he had not thought about children before. Of course, he knew it would happen someday, but children? They were still young, and it was guaranteed not to occur for several years.

Magic. It was something to marvel at; in many parts of their kingdom, it was considered that magic was something for the female sex. That ment that it was considered a weakness, something that had begun to change with both Loki's practice and his own. Loki had even been given the title, god of magic, for his exceptional magical ability. And even Harald was considered to have an unnatural amount of magic. So that they both were intersexual did not come as a surprise. Magic does not specialize in the sexes; it creates wonders.

Harald shook his head, amused and picked up the thick book, and went to his favorite place by the window. The wide window frame was a great place to read a good book, but his thoughts were still scattered, and he kept his eyes fixed on the training ground where Thor had picked up his weapon and fought an unsuspecting trainee.

Kids, huh, the thought did not feel so strange after all. Harald could very well see a black-haired mini Loki running around and creating chaos and mischief. He rested a hand on his stomach as he placed the book on his lap and continued to read and gradually began to test the theories they contained. He was finally able to sense Loki's feelings more clearly than before and smiled proudly at the development.

Harald's gaze suddenly drew down to the floor when a soft sound came from there, and he blinked in surprise; he had not felt that someone had sneaked upon him. Below at his feet sat a cat that usually visited the palace, or he thought it was a cat anyway. It looked like one. Or maybe it was a fox? It had a long enough nose, but he still decided to classify it as a cat. The semi-long cream white cat looked up at him with his sapphire blue eyes that could only be challenged by Thor's sapphires, and he smiled down at the creature.

"hey there, what are you doing here?"

The cat jumped up smoothly in front of his feet when he made himself known, and Harald could now see two pairs of tails loosely waving behind it. Two very fluffy tails. Harald gently stretched out his hand to the cat, for that was what he intended to call it, and let it gently smell on his fingers before stroking his head against his hand, which obviously permitted him to touch it.

"What a beautiful creature you are," Harald smiled, scratched the cat under the chin, and a low spinning sound vibrated through the slender body. But what fascinated him was the feeling of magic that vibrated around it just as well. The cat stroked towards him, and with determined steps, it went up in his lap and lay down to the right and looked up at him.

He chuckled low and felt that the cat more or less ordered him to continue and slowly began to stroke the cat over the back, and the soothing vibrations were pleasant. As the cat settled down, he suspected that it would stay there for a while, so Harald picked up his book again and continued reading while his fingers continued to be pulled through the silky fur.

It was in this position that Loki found him. Call him bias, but he had never seen anything so beautiful or heartwarming than his fiancé sitting at the window with a book and the demon cats in his lap.

However, he should not be surprised; these demon cats have some lore associated with death and usually never let anyone pet them. It was even said that the cats originally came from Helheim and were death's own eyes and ears in the other realms. So that one of death servants turned to Harald was just a confirmation of what they already knew, that he still was a candidate for death throne. The two swans that hung down from Harald's lap testified that this was also one of the older demons. She seemed to be feeling very well in his lap, and Loki was not a bit jealous, not at all, and if anyone said that, he would forever deny it.

He could feel a caress over his magical core from Harald, and an amused smile crept upon Harald's lips, but he never took his eyes off the book that caught his interest.

"will you stand there the whole day, or are you going to great me?"

Loki smiled and gave only a humming sound in response before slowly walking up to him. "just admiring the beautiful creation sitting in my window."

Harald now looked up and looked at him, "your window, huh? I did not see your name here" he looked mocking down on the window, "nope, no name"

Loki gave him an amused look. "I'm pretty sure my name is somewhere and considering you're on my property, it must mean I own you too. Who could have guessed that?"

Harald grinned, "possessive much?"

Loki bent down and caught his lips in a light kiss, but the feeling was so strong that he almost lost his breath. Loki took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, he placed his hand behind Harald's neck, and he held him firmly and felt how his lips were shaped after his. He had missed his other half, even if it had only been a few hours. He closed his eyes for a second and felt the sweet yet spicy taste he associated with Harald before slowly and almost reluctantly pulling away.

"Over you? Always" Loki caressed his cheek and could not help thanking the gods for still being by his side. He sat opposite him in the wide window frame and exhaled; he could finally relax. If it had not been for Harald's testing of their bond, he would have rushed to him every two minutes just to see that he was still there. That he was alive and that the nightmare was finally over.

"a lot happening today?"

"yes, not enough mother wanted to talk wedding almost all the time, and Thor was his usual idiotic self in a meeting and was surprisingly thrown out more or less" he smiled, but his eyes were twinkling with mischief

"Oh? And here I thought you sent him to act as my babysitter" Harald put a hand on his chest. "I feel so loved."

Loki gave him a teasing look, "the one who would need a babysitter is my brother. We should thank you for keeping an eye on him"

Harald smiled and pulled his hand through the demon's cat fur. "Wow, don't be so hard on him, he has a big heart but is not aware of his limits, or lack of them, and he gives his trust to everyone he considers worthy."

Loki snorted, "Yes, and he is our future King. I fear for our people."

Harald hummed, "then perhaps it is a good thing that he has you, right? To keep him on the right track."

"Perhaps" Loki looked out the window

Harald looked over to his mate and let his leg closest to the window extend so that his foot was next to Loki, "What are you thinking?"

Loki did not look at him or answered; he had so much in his mind that he did not know what to focus on, where to begin?. On the one hand, he was overjoyed at the life he had and the life that lay ahead of them. But then he was afraid, afraid of Harald's security or the kingdom's. They still had not captured his aunt and no real answers to why she tried to kill him. But there was something wrong. It was something they missed, but he had no idea what. Harald watched him for a long time before he carefully put the cat and the book on the floor and pulled forward. He put his legs on either side of Loki and managed to grab the dark-haired man's attention.

"what are you doing?"

"looking at you."

"Noo... really?" he looked amused at him, as if he did not already understand it, "than with all means, go on."

Harald snorted and rolled his eyes at his lover's antics, but he concentrated again and stared at him the whole time.

talk to me

Loki blinked and looked down at his little lover, he had heard his voice, but his lips had not moved. He opened his mouth in surprise, "how?"

Harald's smile grew, and he put on the other half of his magical core again, success! so now that he knew how it felt, he could concentrate and send over another thought.

This way, talk to me and do not even try to lie or avoid answering my question.

It jerked in the mouth of Loki, "I do not know what you suggest."

"yeah, and I'm a pink bilgesnipe, now talk to me," Harald replied loudly and poked at him, "try to answer me in the same way, idiot."

Loki shook his head in amusement and sat down so that he sat directly opposite him and stared intensely at him. Viridian meeting jade. He concentrated on the interconnected feeling of magic and put his thoughts back.

Just scattering thoughts, he captured the feeling that came with the new magic and let it wrap around its core. He let the feeling fill him up, and he poked at Harald's own while he did so.

And a little worried, Harald added, looking at him defiantly while waiting for him to protest, but still smiled when they finally began to understand how a small part of their connection worked.

And a little worried, Loki agreed a little reluctantly; he would never say it out loud. But to Harald..... to him, he could show a more insecure side of himself.

Is there anything you can do about it?

That depends

Harald snorted, "so a no then" He released the mental connection, so he felt how it pulsated too hard in the temple.

Loki sighed heavily but did not deny his words. Even though he knew this, he could not help his anxiety. It was always there, biting, gnawing feeling that tore at his insides. The feeling that came from seeing him dying in front of him, blood flowing out where it should not be. The emotion of his uneven pulse and the feeling of his heart struggling almost stopped beating. Harald suddenly jumped up from the window and turned around, waiting for him. He did not like the feeling of sneakingness over their connection.

"what are you doing?" Loki asked with a frown

"getting up."

"I can see that. Why are you getting up?"

"We are going to the training ground."

Loki blinked slowly, "No ... we not"

Harald studies him for a moment and then shrugged, "then I'm going without you."

Loki stiffened and was quickly up and in his way, almost growing as he stared down at the smaller male, "no, you have not nearly healed enough from the whole ordeal; you are not going to train, magic or anything else."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Look, you can either go with me or get out of my way Loki. I'm not going to bulge, and I'm not made of glass" He knew he was pushing a little hard, but he needed slap Loki out of that mood he was digging himself in. He could feel the darkness inside of him, feasting on his fears.

That can be debatable, Loki thought as his lips straightened out, "No."

Stubborn ass of a horse, Harald stared at him before he took a deep breath. "Then let us have some fun with Thor; I believe that both he and you require a good fight. He has asked to go up against the two of us. Claiming that he can beat us both at the same time."He raised a defiant eyebrow. He could already see how it sparkled in Lokis eyes at the challenge

"Oh, has he now? then, by all means, I fight him, and you can be my support, but nothing else."

Okay, not what he planned. But for the moment, he took what he could. In any case, he got what he wanted, and it should be fun.

And fun it had been. All the way until Thor had lost his temper and put a little bit too much power in one of his attacks, and Harald had instinctive reacted to it. Well, It had not ended that badly.

"I'm..."

"No, do not."

"But .."

"-app."

"now see...

"- app, app."

"Harald-"

"I said don't," Harald said and grinned slightly "besides, it is I who should apologize ."

Thor shifted and looked over to a fuming Loki and nervously back to the smaller man "... that wasn't too bad?"

"I sent you flying two fields over and crash landing in the weapon racks; if that's not bad, I do not know what is. We were only going to play a little bit, not hurt each other"

"do not flatter yourself, I could have stopped that any time, and it was my fault, to begin with," Thor boosted as he puffed out his chest, never going to admit that, nope, never.

Harald snickered, "but it kind of was? The shield was to return the hit with the double force as it was hit with. But you know, Thor, only because you are big and strong does not automatically make you fit to be a leader," Harald said to his brother-to-be. "It does make you perfect to protect, though, but you need to start thinking, assess your environment, and if you do not recognize the danger, then do not push it. Next time you could be dead, "and the last thing they needed was a dead crown prince. Harald was a crown prince for the throne of his realm, and Loki had no interest in taking that responsibility. He claimed it would take too much time from him.

Thor looked at him a little incomprehensibly and shrugged. He did not overthink war and battles, and strength was what he could rely on because you could not win a fight if you hesitated or stopped to think. The enemy needed to know that going against Asgard was tantamount to annihilation.

Harald looked over at Loki that sighted and put a hand to his face. There was no way that they would get through that thick head of his anytime soon, but they had time to do so. And Harald swore that he would help Loki to make Thor one of the best kings that Asgard had seen.