A/N: Alright, here we go, it's been awhile since I've posted anything on Fanfiction so I'm a bit excited (more than just a bit). This story is a product of countless hours of sweat, tears, and metaphorical blood, but it couldn't have happened without Payne's Gray, who gave me permission to adopt her wonderful one-shot, Mortal Blood from her one-shot collection Bunnies in Hats, and for wickedlfairy17, whose story Blended Blood, which is also an adaptation of Payne's Gray's Mortal Blood, helped a great deal inspiration wise. So thank you to both beautifully wonderful authors, and, without further ado, I present to you the result of several months worth of hardwork, The Triumph of These Tired Eyes.

Disclaimer: We all know the drill, I in no way own Marvel's the Avengers nor J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter, I do this simply for my, and hopefully others', enjoyment.

Creating a child takes no love or skill; being a parent requires lots of both.

Michael Josephson

In the several millennia he had existed Loki Odinson, Norse God of Mischief and Lies, had been many things, he had been a liar, a warrior, and a trickster, just to name a few, but never before, in his thousands of years of existence had he been a loving father. But looking down at his son, the perfect little creature that he was, he couldn't help but feel an irrefutable, irrevocable love for him. Harry, was his name, short for Haraldr Ivarr Kaden Lokison, a name fit for a king, and he looked so much like Loki it was actually somewhat frightening. With his silky, midnight black hair, his snow white skin and high aristocratic cheekbones, and emerald green eyes, shining with pure power, even at the age of ten months, he was an exact replica of a tiny Loki and the man couldn't help but love everything about him.

Gently, the god lifted the tiny child from his cot and cradled him in his arms, Harry cooed happily and waved a chubby fist up at his father.

"Hello, little one," Loki whispered as he slowly sat himself into the rocking chair beside the cot. "I'm your father, your real one."

"Gah," Harry replied cheerfully.

"Ah, you cannot speak yet, but do not worry, one day, you will inherit my silver tongue and be able to sway millions with your words alone."

"Ba ba ba ba."

Loki smiled, and ran a gentle hand over his son's head, unbidden to him, words sprang to his lips, and he began to softly sing a lullaby his mother once sang for him when he was a child.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.


Pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not,

Therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.


Pretty darling,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Just as Harry began to fall into a soft peaceful slumber, his tiny hand clutching onto a handful of Loki's tunic, the door burst open and two figures raced into the nursery.

"What the hell," Lily Potter shouted, but immediately quieted down to a whisper when Harry whimpered softly in Loki's arms, "are you doing here?"

Loki arched an eyebrow and stared unconcerned down the lengths of the two wands pointing directly at his heart. "Why, I'm here to see my son, of course."

Lily and James stared at the man in stunned surprise. "How did you-"

"Know about him? Come now, Lily, I am a god. I could feel it in my very bones the moment my son was born, did you truly believe that you could hide him from me?"

"It's been ten months, we didn't think you knew, or at least, didn't think you cared."

Loki ran an elegant finger along Harry's cheek. "He is my son, how could I not care? I was unable to come, however, because of several problems that have arisen in Asgard."

"How did you get past the wards?" James asked softly.

"Again, I am a god, your pathetic wards could not even hope to keep me away."

"But Dumbledore put them up," Lily whispered.


"He is the most powerful wizard alive."

"And yet he is mortal, and I am not."

"You shouldn't be here."

Loki chuckled softly. "And why should I not be here?"

Lily glared venomously at the Norse god. "Because, you made it clear that I meant nothing to you, that I was merely a plaything, for you to pass the time with, and that you wanted nothing more to do with me once our little tryst was over."

"Need I remind you that it was you who left me?"

"I was married, what we were doing was wrong."

"And yet that didn't stop you from sharing a bed with me night after night for over a fortnight."

"Why you-" James growled stalking angrily towards the man, only to be stopped by Lily's firm hand on his arm.

"Why couldn't you just leave us alone?" she whispered. "You had your fun with me, and now it's over."

"But it's not over, not as long as my blood runs through his veins. The child, no matter how much you do not wish to believe it, is my son, and so carries Asgardian blood."

Both Potters tensed at the reminder. "Does he- Is he immortal?" Lily asked hesitantly.

Loki looked thoughtfully down at Harry, who had, by then, fallen asleep. "I do not yet know for certain, only time will tell. He may very well be, or he could be just as mortal as you and your husband."

"How will we know?"

"Time, only time and patience will tell. There has never been a child like my son."

"Are you going to take him from us?"

Loki looked up in surprise at the two mortals, both were pale faced and clutching their wands, which now hung by their sides, tightly in their white knuckled grasps.

"I did not come here planning on taking my child, nor do I intend to now, no matter how much I long to."

"Why?" Lily asked suspiciously, although she seemed much more relaxed than she did several moments previous.

"My father," Loki said delicately, "he is not a very open minded being. If he discovers that I have had a son with a mortal he may very well wish to get rid of him before he grows to become a threat."

"Harry is his grandson."

"And I am his son, but he does not trust me, not as he does my brother," careful not to jostle his sleeping son, Loki rose to his feet and carefully placed Harry back in his cot. "It is now time for me to take my leave, my father will no doubt become suspicious if I am absent for much longer."

"If you could find Harry, what makes you think your father won't?" James asked.

"I have weaved a number of spells over my son, protection against enemies, shields to hide him from Asgard, he will be safe from my people, but not from yours," Loki gazed at James with startling intensity. "Protect him with your life."

James nodded firmly. "I will."

Loki nodded satisfied, then with one last glance at his son, disappeared in a flash of green and gold light.

Five months later, Lily and James died keeping their promise, and Harry became the only known person to survive the Killing Curse.

A/N: Prologue: complete. Phew *wipes brow*, that was a long time coming, this chapter has been sitting in my computer for a good year now, so it should be nice and mature like a fine wine or something . There shouldn't be much of a wait for the next chapter as I've already finished it, in fact I was a little cautious in writing this story and waited until I was well into my twelfth chapter before deciding that it's finally time to post this, call me paranoid but I'm sure you guys will appreciate it when I hit writer's block.

Anyway, feel free to tell me what you think, I'm not going to lie, I'm addicted to reviews and would love to have a few *hint hint*. Until next time, lovelies.