Harry woke up an indeterminate amount of time later to no one in bed next to him. They had spent the rest of the night in bed, learning each others' bodies and exploring. Granted, they had missed dinner but someone had delivered dinner to Loki's room, but it had been really nice. Harry hadn't felt this good ever since he had defeated Voldemort. He reached out an arm to make sure that he wasn't alone, only to find an empty space on the bed next to him and heard a whine that may or may not have come from him.

"Harry, I'm right here."

"Oh," Harry commented sheepishly as he opened his eyes and sat up. Loki was at the edge of the bed, staring at him with a content look. Harry studied his lover's body language; Loki looked pleased with himself. And maybe it was the sex or maybe...

"I had Thor bring clothes," Loki remarked, giving a pointed look at the foot of the bed.

Harry glanced at the bed and his eyes widened. There were clothes that looked to be half clothes and half armor. A tunic and loose leggings, along with what were combat boots or hiking boots. And there was a...

"Are cloaks mandatory or something?" Harry teased as he sat up fully and wrapped the sheet around himself. Harry saw him wrinkle his nose at the red cloak and he snickered. If he wore that cloak, he would change the color to something a little more... personal. Not that he had anything against red or the thunder god who wore red.

Loki chuckled. "Not that I'm aware of. Thor thought you would like one. My"

"You lot obviously haven't seen the Incredibles then," Harry replied, grinning then brightened at that thought. "You probably haven't seen any of our movies..."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "The Incredibles? Another Midgardian thing?"

Harry nodded. "Yep. It's a movie, a pretty great one too. I'll see if Jarvis can pull it up when we go back to Earth."

"Jarvis. Who is Jarvis?" Loki asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Tony's AI? The disembodied voice that came out of nowhere at the tower?" Harry commented, starting to pull on the new clothes. He had a little difficulty with some of the buckles and after a minute, he glared at the tunic and armor. Loki laughed a little at him but when Harry glared at him, Loki rolled his eyes and strode over to help. "Don't tell me you're jealous already. Especially when you don't need to be."

Loki twitched. "I am not."

Harry raised an eyebrow then sighed and strode over to stand at Loki's side, pulling him around to face him.

"I think... that you and I are going to have a hard time being separated from each other for a while." Harry grinned, tugging Loki into a kiss.

Loki sighed into it and they both melted into each other, the kiss becoming charged for a second or two before growls were heard.

They pulled apart, only to touch foreheads and they smiled at each other. Loki strode over to the bed, grabbed the red cloak and handed it to him. Harry took it and looked it over, snickering a little then sighing. He pulled out his holly wand from his pack, touched the tip to the cloak and whispered a spell to change the cloak's color, thinking of the preferred color in his mind. It became a bit lighter than a navy blue before Harry grinned at it, nodded to himself and pinned it where it was suppose to go.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Why blue?"

Harry smiled at him. "I... That's for me to know and you to find out, if you don't know."

Loki narrowed his eyes at Harry before sighing.

"What?" Harry exclaimed. "Just because you're the god of mischief, doesn't mean you have a patent on being mischievous. Which, for the record, this isn't me being mischievous; it's just being supportive of my lover."

"Time for breakfast, I think," Loki remarked, still staring at him with an odd look, then wrapping an arm around Harry's waist then teleporting them to the dining room.

The breakfast was on par with Hogwarts food, maybe even better. Though Harry would not tell any of the house elves that the next time he was at Hogwarts; he didn't want to offend anyone.

"How are we going to get to wherever the Bifrost is?" Harry asked as they were just finishing up eating. It was just Frigga and the two of them for breakfast at this time. Apparently, Thor had gone to spar with his friends and catch up. Odin had gone to oversee the training of the Einherjar(which Harry had tried but failed to pronounce a few times).

"Horses," Frigga remarked. "As Thor is busy and neither one of you can fly."

"Mother, he can fly," Loki commented, putting his fork down.

"Horses?" Harry exclaimed, eyes widening. "As in four legged and tall mammals?"

"Yes, do you know of any other mammals that are called horses?" Loki asked, his voice becoming a little unsteady at the end of his teasing question.

Harry turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. Loki shook his head and glanced back at his mother.

"Oh?" Frigga asked, eyes widening a little.

Harry nodded. "Though I can only fly on a broomstick. It's not like Thor's way of flying where he can carry someone else."

Loki looked between Harry and Frigga, giving a pointed look at Harry who returned the look. Loki nodded and returned to finishing his breakfast.

"On a broomstick? That sounds a bit dangerous," Frigga replied, staring at Harry with a worried look.

"It's not a big problem. It was my favorite thing back when I was in school," Harry replied. "Anyways, there is another way that I can fly."

"Another way?" Frigga repeated. "What other way is there? Besides flying on those Midgardian planes."

Harry set down his fork, all done with his food and shifted shape into his hawk form. Loki grinned at him and reached out a hand to stroke down his back. Harry gave a kree of contentment, leaned into Loki's hand for a second then turned to look at Frigga.

"How... how is that possible?" Frigga asked, her eyes wide.

"I believe it's a spell," Loki remarked, looking at Harry with a fond look. "Is that correct?"

Harry nodded his head, hopped back down onto his chair and then shifted back.

"Yeah, it's a spell," Harry said.

"You and your mother weren't kidding then," Harry commented, staring at the stables in front of them. It kind of smelled like what the paddock of hippogriffs smelled like back in third year in Care of Magical Creatures. The stables were on one side of the palace; the other side had barracks and arenas for training.

Loki chuckled. "No, we weren't. I assume you've not ridden before then?"

Harry glanced back at the stable before turning to look at Loki. "I have, in a manner of speaking."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"I've ridden, just not on a horse," Harry replied as they heard a loud whinny. The whinny surprisingly surpassed all other whinnies in volume and it sounded... Harry could swear the whinny sounded like the horse was longing for someone. Harry's eyes however were on Loki as the god's jaw clenched and his face took on a pinched expression.

"You've ridden but not on a horse..." Loki trailed off, staring at Harry.

"I've been on a hippogriff before," Harry replied. "Buckbeak."

"Hippogriff?" Loki repeated, narrowing his eyes. "What is a hippogriff?"

"It's a half horse and half griffin," Harry remarked. "Head and hind feet of a griffin, front feet of a horse?... You've never seen a hippogriff before?"

"Apparently not," Loki replied. "If they are a Midgardian creature then most certainly not."

"Well," Harry observed. "If we're not going to spend every waking minute of our lives on Asgard, I believe you would enjoy seeing a hippogriff."

"I would like that," Loki said then gestured to the stables. "Come on."

Harry strode alongside Loki as they entered the stables. There were stable hands tending to horses in the stable aisle as they passed.

"So what's the name of your horse?"

Loki stopped at one of the stalls and glanced at him. "Don't laugh."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Are you blushing?"

"No," Loki said, gritting his teeth.

"Okay, I'm not going to laugh," Harry said. "Who do you take me for anyways?"

"This is Lily," Loki said, gesturing to the white horse in the stall in front of them.

Harry stared at Loki then at the horse. "You..."

Loki winced. "You're about to laugh, aren't you?"

"No, no, definitely not," Harry said, reaching out to grasp Loki's hand and entwine their fingers to keep him from pulling away. "You just... It's... That's the name of my mother."

Loki's eyes widened. "Oh?"

"Yes, Lily Potter, formerly Evans," Harry whispered, turning away briefly. He realized that the stable hands that had been around when the two of them had just come in had disappeared. Loki and Harry were the only two people in the stable right now.

"Harry..." Loki trailed off and reached out to grasp his chin and turn him toward him. "You never told me about your parents."

"They're dead," Harry said, staring straight at Loki. "They were murdered."