The Son of Mischief and Moonlight

In a secluded corner of the Asgardian Royal Gardens, heavily warded to keep out nosy gods and mortals alike, Loki (formerly known as James Potter) watched as his eight-year-old son, Harry, shifted effortlessly into a large, winged gryphon. The kid was showing off, no doubt, because Harry added a serpent's tail to the transformation just for fun.

Loki couldn't help but shake his head, amused but inwardly impressed. The kid was a natural shapeshifter. Harry had already started blending creatures in ways Loki hadn't even anticipated.

"Nice touch with the tail," Loki remarked, shifting into a phoenix before morphing back into his usual, ridiculously handsome Asgardian form. "But can you do it with feathers instead of scales?"

Harry's grin stretched wide, and with a shimmer of magic, his body sprouted eagle wings while keeping the serpentine features of his lower half. "Like this, Dad?"

Loki chuckled, though his mind wandered. Even as he taught Harry how to fine-tune his shape-shifting abilities, a nagging thought refused to go away. Harry still hadn't received the Potter family's most prized heirloom—the Invisibility Cloak. You know, the cloak Loki had naively handed over to Dumbledore back when he was James Potter, the slightly less cool version of himself. He'd trusted Dumbledore. Ha, rookie mistake.

"You're getting better," Artemis (formerly Lily Potter), standing off to the side, called out to Harry, her voice full of pride and amusement. As both the fierce Olympian Huntress and doting mother, Artemis balanced the dual life like a pro.

Loki, however, had bigger fish to fry. His jaw clenched as he thought of how carelessly he had trusted Dumbledore with the cloak, before realizing he was, well, Loki. That was a mistake that needed fixing, pronto.

"I'll be back in a bit," Loki muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He glanced at Artemis, who raised an eyebrow, reading the mischief on his face. She knew that look all too well.

"Loki, what are you plotting now?" she asked, a mix of suspicion and affection in her voice.

Loki's smirk was nothing short of devilish. "Oh, nothing. Just a quick trip to Midgard. Maybe a stop at Hogwarts. You know, have a little chat with Dumbledore about a certain family heirloom he's been holding onto for far too long. I might swing by and pick up Sirius and Remus for a nostalgic Marauders reunion too."

Artemis chuckled, shaking her head in exasperation. "Just don't do anything too... dramatic."

Loki grinned wider. "Who, me? Never."

---

Loki stepped out of one of his sneaky little portals, landing with a soft thud on Midgard. The smell of the salty sea breeze filled the air as he gazed at the familiar seaside cabin where his old friend Sirius Black lived. His mind was still doing cartwheels from all the Oh, by the way, you're also James Potter revelations. Honestly, being both the God of Mischief and a wizard with a past life was enough to make anyone's head spin like a top.

As he reached the porch, a tiny, high-pitched voice rang out. "Hey! How did you get past our wards? You're not supposed to be here!"

Loki blinked and turned. Standing before him, fists on her hips, was a very angry—and very adorable—little girl. She couldn't have been more than four years old, but she was glaring at him like she could single-handedly take him down if necessary. Dark hair, fierce eyes… yeah, this was definitely Sirius's kid.

The girl puffed out her chest and pointed a tiny finger at him, all seriousness. "I'm Lyra Black! And if you don't explain yourself, I'm gonna have to hex you!"

Loki barely suppressed a grin. This was cute. Dangerous, sure—kids could be very unpredictable—but cute. "Well, Lyra, I, uh… have a bit of an edge when it comes to wards. Let's just say I'm good at magic."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You look like trouble."

Loki held up his hands, all innocent. "You're not the first person to say that."

Before Lyra could launch into what he was sure was a killer speech about trespassing, the cabin door flew open. Sirius Black stood in the doorway, his wife Marlene behind him. Sirius froze like he'd just seen a ghost, which, to be fair, wasn't far off.

"James?" Sirius whispered, his voice cracking. His eyes scanned Loki, and for a split second, it was like he was staring at his best friend back from the dead. But then Sirius spotted the eyes—emerald green, not hazel. His face shifted from hope to confusion. "No… Loki."

Loki barely had time to say hello before Sirius lunged forward and wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug. It was a mess of tears, laughter, and a bit of disbelief. For Sirius, it was like time had folded in on itself, and Prongs had come back from the great beyond.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," Sirius muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know you were…"

"Neither did I," Loki admitted, his tone unusually soft. "Until recently."

Marlene, watching from the doorway, smiled gently, letting her husband have his moment. Meanwhile, Lyra stood off to the side, still glaring like she was the one in charge of this whole thing.

"So," Lyra interrupted, arms crossed like a tiny authority figure, "are you my Uncle James or not?"

Loki couldn't help but chuckle, finally giving in and ruffling her hair. "It's… complicated. But yeah, let's go with that."

Sirius pulled back, a teary grin spread across his face. Marlene stepped forward, her own smile warm as the sun. "Welcome home, Loki. Or should I say, James?"

Loki smirked. "You can call me either. I've got a feeling we'll be going over this one a lot."

Lyra, still suspicious but intrigued, crossed her arms tighter. "I still don't trust you."

Loki winked. "Good. You probably shouldn't."

Because, really, what fun would it be if he didn't keep everyone on their toes?

—

After Sirius sent a quick Patronus message to Remus, the guy arrived via Floo ten minutes later, looking like he'd raided a laundry basket in the dark. Seriously, if "fashion disaster" had a poster child, it would be Remus Lupin at that moment. But no one was focused on his attire; they were too busy diving into what could only be described as an emotional explosion.

"Padfoot! Prongs!" Remus exclaimed, charging toward Sirius and Loki. The three of them hugged like they hadn't seen each other in decades—though, to be fair, they hadn't. Over on the side, Marlene and little Lyra sat sipping tea (or hot chocolate for Lyra, because priorities), rolling their eyes but trying to suppress smiles.

"Melodramatic men," Marlene sighed, her grin breaking through despite her best efforts.

Wiping away a rogue tear, Loki stepped back, breathless from the whirlwind of feelings. "You won't believe it," he began, a grin stretching across his face like he'd just won the lottery. "I've recently reunited with Artemis and Harry!"

Sirius and Remus exchanged wide-eyed glances that could've launched a rocket. Then they erupted into grins that practically lit up the room. "That's amazing, Loki! We've been helping Artemis and the Huntresses raise Harry all these years!" Sirius said, puffing out his chest with pride. "He's a little troublemaker, just like his old man. We may have taught him a thing or two about mischief and pranks."

"Oh, thank you for that!" Loki chuckled, the tension from years of separation finally lifting. "I owe you both. Harry's going to be a legend, thanks to you."

But then Loki's tone shifted, and the air grew heavy with seriousness. "But that's not why I'm here," he continued. "I need to have a chat with Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore? What for?" Remus asked, eyebrows shooting up in concern.

"I need to threaten him—well, maybe not threaten," Loki clarified, waving a hand dismissively. "But I'm definitely going to have a firm discussion about the Potter family Invisibility Cloak. I want to give it to Harry. He deserves to have it."

Sirius's eyes gleamed with mischief. "A Marauder reunion at Hogwarts, then? Count me in!"

"Absolutely! We can teach the next generation some proper pranks," Loki replied, the excitement bubbling up in him like a cauldron about to boil over.

"Just promise me we won't get caught," Remus said, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Who, us? Never!" Loki replied, feigning innocence, the twinkle in his eye giving him away.

And just like that, plans were set in motion—a father, his friends, and the promise of chaos waiting at Hogwarts. All wrapped up in a reunion filled with laughter, tears, and just the right amount of mayhem. The past was colliding with the future, and if Harry had inherited even half of his father's flair for trouble, it was going to be one wild ride.

—

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore and Hagrid stood in their usual spot, where they often discussed the various magical creatures roaming the grounds. But today? The vibe was way more "mysterious tension" than "casual chat." Something had spooked the Acromantula colony, and Dumbledore was facing a real headache. Logic screamed at him to get rid of the giant spiders—they were a threat to the students, after all—but then there was Hagrid, who raised Aragog like some oversized, eight-legged puppy.

"I know what yer thinkin', Professor," Hagrid rumbled, towering over the treeline like a human tree trunk. "But Aragog's never been a problem. Raised 'im meself, didn't I? The others... well, they're fine too. Probably."

Dumbledore hummed thoughtfully, which was code for I do not believe that for one second. "I trust you, Hagrid. But perhaps we should still remain... cautious."

Before he could figure out how to tell Hagrid that "giant killer spiders" and "safety" didn't usually belong in the same sentence, there was a shimmer in the air, and bam—three figures materialized on the grounds like they'd just stepped out of an invisibility cloak.

It was Loki, who everyone around here used to know as James Potter (long story, trust me), alongside Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, looking like they just crashed the wrong party.

"James?" Hagrid's eyes bugged out of his head. He hadn't exactly gotten the memo that Loki had all his old James Potter memories back, and now here he was—looking way too familiar, except for those unnervingly green eyes.

Dumbledore, however, was having an even harder time. Sure, he knew Loki's memories were back, but no one was supposed to just pop into Hogwarts grounds unannounced. That was supposed to be a whole thing. Magic wards and all. Yet here they were, strolling in like they owned the place.

"Can we talk in your office?" Loki asked, already halfway serious and a lot intimidating. Not exactly waiting for a reply, Loki, Sirius, and Remus made their way toward the castle, leaving Hagrid standing there like someone had told him Fang just joined the Acromantula colony.

Inside Dumbledore's office, the tension was thick enough to cut with the Sword of Gryffindor. Dumbledore tried to play it cool, going full "wise, twinkling eyes, offer-you-tea" mode. But Loki wasn't having it.

"Cut the act, Dumbledore," Loki snapped, eyes flashing dangerously. "I'm not here for tea. I want the Potter family Invisibility Cloak back."

Dumbledore blinked, startled by the directness. "Ah, yes. The cloak. I had borrowed it from James—"

"From me," Loki corrected, not exactly smiling. "Back when I didn't remember who I really was. I trusted you. Now, I'm starting to see the bigger picture, and guess what? The cloak belongs to my son. Hand it over."

Dumbledore hesitated, clearly not expecting to get called out so fast. But before he could even form a sentence, Sirius—who had been lounging against a bookshelf, clearly loving every second of this—jumped in. "And hey, while we're at it, how about you stop tiptoeing around the prophecy? You know, the one about Harry and Voldemort?"

Dumbledore's face went a shade paler. Uh-oh. Prophecy time. He had really been hoping to avoid that particular conversation, but now? Loki looked like the kind of guy who wouldn't take "we'll talk later" as an answer. And Dumbledore wasn't exactly wrong to be worried—Loki was now basically a god with all the baggage of his mortal life, and that's a combo no one knows how to handle.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to respond, but Loki, having zero patience for this, made a flicking gesture. Suddenly, the words just tumbled out of Dumbledore's mouth, as if his own magic betrayed him.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...."

There it was, hanging in the air. A prophecy dropped in the most Loki-esque way possible. "See?" Loki said, voice dripping with satisfaction. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Dumbledore slumped back in his chair, shaken. This wasn't the James Potter he remembered, all mischief and charm. This was Loki—trickster, god, and very done with Dumbledore's usual shenanigans.

With a quick step forward, Loki reached for the cloak. "I assume you've had your fun with this," he said, fingers brushing over the fabric. Instantly, about a dozen different tracking and surveillance charms flared up, glowing faintly before fading away with a snap of Loki's fingers. "Typical," Loki muttered. "Can't trust anyone, can you?"

Sirius grinned. "Called it. Sneaky old man."

Now armed with the cloak, Loki fixed Dumbledore with a look that said try me. "I'll deal with Voldemort. You've had your chance, and all you've done is manipulate everyone around you. If you get in my way? Let's just say, we'll be down one less manipulative old fool."

On their way out, Sirius gave Dumbledore a dramatic wink. "See you around, old man."

With that, Loki, Sirius, and Remus strode out of the office, leaving Dumbledore staring into the middle distance, more than a little unsettled. He had faced dark wizards, monsters, and all manner of magical threats, but this? A Loki-powered James Potter out for answers and revenge? This was a storm he wasn't sure he could weather.

—

As they strolled back to the gates of Hogwarts, the evening air buzzed with the sounds of magical creatures settling in for the night, creating a symphony of hoots, howls, and the occasional disgruntled meow. Sirius, always the jester of the group, let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as if he'd just lost a Quidditch match. "I can't believe we didn't prank the old coot! Honestly, it's like he's begging for it with all those twinkling eyes and cryptic nonsense!"

Remus erupted into laughter, his warm brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, but we did, my dear Padfoot! We just executed our plan with a bit more finesse—like sneaky little wolves!"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, confusion dancing across his face. "What do you mean, 'executed with finesse'? This better not involve knitting needles."

Loki, still operating under the alias of James Potter, leaned against the towering stone wall, a sly grin spreading across his face like butter on a warm scone. "While you were busy sulking, Remus was playing a clever little game. He placed listening charms all over Dumbledore's office while I had… let's say, a rather enlightening peak into the old man's brain."

"Enlightening?" Sirius echoed, his interest piqued like a cat spotting a laser pointer. "What did you do, James?"

"Oh, just a smattering of compulsion charms here and there," Loki replied, winking as if sharing a secret. "While I was charming him into spilling the prophecy, I also made sure he'd gradually start losing his grip on reality. Nothing too over-the-top."

"Dumbledore losing his marbles? Now that'll be a show!" Remus chuckled, wiping away a tear of laughter. "What's next? Will he start arguing with portraits?"

But as they reached the towering gates of Hogwarts, Loki's expression shifted to something more serious, like a storm cloud rolling in. "There's something you both need to know. Snivellus tipped Voldemort off about the prophecy."

Sirius's face fell, his previous amusement evaporating faster than a snowflake in July. "That greasy-haired bastard? You can't be serious!"

"Deadly serious," Loki replied, his voice low and serious enough to make a mountain tremble. "He learned the prophecy and, instead of warning us, ran straight to Voldemort. But when he discovered the Dark Lord was gunning for the Potters, he flipped sides—trying to save Lily, his childhood crush. That's why Snape is teaching Potions and not rotting in Azkaban."

A heavy silence settled over the trio, the weight of their predicament hanging in the air like a rogue bludger. Remus clenched his fists, anger simmering just below the surface. "We need to hunt him down. He deserves everything coming to him."

Sirius nodded, his expression darkening like a brewing storm. "We can't let him off the hook. He has to pay!"

But Loki raised a hand, a gesture that stopped them in their tracks. "Relax, boys. I've got something special planned for Snape. Trust me, it'll be a brand of hell he'll never forget. For now, let's focus on more pressing matters—like getting to your house, Sirius. It's far more entertaining than hanging around here."

With a cheeky wink, Loki spread his arms wide, and the world shimmered like a poorly animated cartoon. The gates of Hogwarts dissolved into a sparkling path in the sky. "Skywalking time, gentlemen!"

Sirius whooped in excitement while Remus chuckled, and together they leapt into the air, leaving the ancient castle behind. Hogwarts could wait—after all, they had a greasy potions master to deal with later and a world full of pranks just waiting to be unleashed!

—

Loki—formerly known as James Potter—was living the dream. Standing on the sandy beach with the ocean waves crashing against the shore, he felt a mix of nostalgia and excitement. He walked alongside his best pals, Sirius and Remus, soaking in the sun at Sirius's seaside cabin. The cozy place was home to his wife, Marlene, and their adorable four-year-old daughter, Lyra, who was currently plotting an epic sandcastle takeover.

"Isn't this place beautiful?" Remus said, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes as he surveyed the scene like he was the critic on a travel show. "I could get used to this."

"Beautiful?" Loki scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips. "This is practically Midgardian paradise. But let me tell you, Asgard has its own charm—golden halls and all that."

Sirius rolled his eyes, always ready to take the bait. "Gold is overrated. Give me a nice beach any day. Speaking of which, have you thought about bringing Harry to visit?"

"Funny you should mention that," Loki replied, glancing sideways at his friends, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "What if you two came with us to Asgard? You know, spend some quality time with Harry and… Artemis." He emphasized the last word like it was the punchline of a really good joke.

"Count me in!" Sirius exclaimed, his enthusiasm radiating like a beacon. "And we should definitely bring Marlene and Lyra along. Just imagine the look on Harry's face when he sees his godfather and his little cousin!"

Remus smiled, "I think it's a great idea. It'll be good for all of us to catch up. Plus, Harry would love it."

As they strolled closer to the cabin, Sirius's face lit up like he'd just discovered a new flavor of ice cream. "Wait! We can't forget Harry's friends from Camp Half-Blood! We should invite them too! There's Fleur Delacour—she's eleven and the daughter of Aphrodite, currently at Beauxbatons, and then there's Clarisse La Rue, the five-year-old daughter of Ares, along with Jasper Rathbone, the nine-year-old son of Apollo. Oh! And let's not forget Charles Beckendorf, the almost eight-year-old son of Hephaestus. They'd all love a trip to Asgard!"

Remus chuckled, "Wow, you've really got this all mapped out. Just a heads-up—Charles knows Harry is Artemis's son but has no clue about the whole Loki parentage thing."

Sirius waved a hand dismissively, like he was swatting away a fly. "What's the worst that could happen? Kids are resilient! Besides, Harry will be thrilled to have his friends around. It'll be like the coolest reunion ever—at least until we have to deal with the whole 'Asgardian royalty' thing."

Remus nodded, a knowing grin on his face that said he'd seen more than his share of chaos in the past. "Asgard can handle a little mayhem. Just make sure to keep an eye on Harry; we know how things can go when demigods are involved."

With that, the trio headed into the cabin, laughter filling the air as they plotted their grand adventure. They envisioned Asgard, with its towering halls and strange creatures, and thought of young Harry and the friends he was about to share it with. What could possibly go wrong? Spoiler alert: everything. But that was a story for another time.

—

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, the staff was gathered for their weekly meeting, which had all the hallmarks of a chaotic family reunion—minus the awkward small talk about who's dating whom. Usually, these meetings devolved into passionate debates over the menu for the Great Hall (because apparently, no one can agree on whether pumpkin pasties are a breakfast food) and which enchanted statue was due for a good dusting. But this week? This week was different. It was like a storm cloud had rolled in just as they were about to have a picnic.

At the head of the long table sat Albus Dumbledore, looking as if he'd just stepped out of a daydream involving a mountain of lemon drops and an army of dancing pixies. The other professors exchanged concerned glances, the kind that said, "Something's not quite right, and I don't mean the misplaced cauldron."

Minerva McGonagall, always the voice of reason (and sarcasm), raised an eyebrow. "Albus, are you sure you're quite ready for this meeting?" she asked, her tone suggesting that she was prepared to lecture a particularly forgetful student.

"Ready? My dear Professor, I've never been more ready!" Dumbledore beamed, his smile bright enough to light up the darkest of dungeons. But there was something off about his eyes—like he was trying to remember if he'd left his favorite pair of socks in the library or was supposed to feed Fawkes his morning snack.

Sybill Trelawney, cloaked in layers of shawls that might have been borrowed from a ghost, squinted at him through her enormous glasses, looking like a mystical owl that had just spotted its next meal. "The stars are not aligned for you today, Albus," she proclaimed dramatically, flailing her arms as if trying to ward off invisible spirits. The other staff chuckled softly; it was just Sybill being Sybill.

"Pish posh!" Dumbledore waved a hand dismissively, as if he were swatting away a particularly pesky fly. "The stars can align or misalign as they please! What matters is that we—" He paused, blinking as if the thought had just done a backflip out of his brain. "What was I saying again?"

An awkward silence fell over the table, thicker than a Hagrid-sized sandwich. Severus Snape narrowed his eyes, looking like he'd just bitten into a particularly sour lemon drop. "We were discussing the need for increased security measures," he said, his voice dripping with skepticism, as if he were the only one who saw Dumbledore's increasingly bizarre behavior.

"Ah, yes, security! We must keep our dear students safe from the trials of the outside world. So many dangers out there, like… pesky house-elves!" Dumbledore replied, clearly trying to fill the void with whimsy. The staff members exchanged bewildered glances, but what could they do? It was just Albus being his quirky self, after all.

The room buzzed with the usual chatter, and no one noticed the faint shimmer of a spell woven around Dumbledore—a protective enchantment courtesy of Loki himself, which masked any real concern about the Headmaster's growing confusion. As the meeting continued, the threads of Loki's enchantment held strong, weaving a web of normalcy over an increasingly unsteady Dumbledore's mind.

Little did they know, trouble was brewing like a cauldron full of bad potions, and Dumbledore's mind was the unwitting battleground for a much deeper, and certainly more mischievous, game. And in a place where magic and mayhem thrived, who knew what would happen next?

—

Chiron was enjoying one of those rare moments of peace—sitting in the Big House at Camp Half-Blood, sipping his perfectly brewed tea. His magical wheelchair hummed softly, his horse body neatly folded into the contraption. It was one of those calm-before-the-chaos kind of days. Naturally, that meant it wouldn't last.

Just as he was mentally preparing to kick back for a few more precious minutes, he felt it—a disturbance at the camp's boundary. Chiron sighed, putting down his tea. It was never just a harmless squirrel, was it?

Wheeling himself toward the boundary, he braced for the inevitable. And there, like a walking omen of "you're about to have a very weird day," stood Loki. Not the playful, grin-wearing Loki, but the more serious, "I've got plans and they involve your sanity" Loki. Or, as Chiron had learned, James Potter—because apparently, that was a thing now.

Loki's memories of his life as James had come crashing back, and now here he was, ready to stir things up. Of course.

"Chiron," Loki began, his voice cool and polite, as if he was asking for directions and not about to make things extra complicated. "I'd like to take Harry's friends—Clarisse, Jasper, and Charles—with me to Asgard. It'll be a surprise for him."

Chiron blinked. "Asgard?" He glanced over Loki's shoulder, half-expecting Thor to pop out, hammer first, yelling something about "Midgardians." "You want to take a bunch of kids to Asgard?"

Loki nodded, like this was the most normal thing in the world. A casual trip across realms. No big deal.

Chiron muttered under his breath, "Right. Sure. Why not?"

A few minutes later, he had gathered the children, all of whom were way too excited for what sounded like the most dangerous field trip ever. Clarisse and Jasper packed their camp gear with the speed of kids heading to Disneyland, while Charles just stood there, blinking in awe.

"Don't forget your emergency kits!" Chiron reminded, because demigod logic: always pack your Celestial Bronze weapons, nectar, and ambrosia. Basic life skills.

While they packed, Clarisse and Jasper huddled around Charles, who still looked like he'd just been told Zeus was his personal chaperone.

"You know Harry's mom is Artemis, right?" Clarisse whispered, barely containing her smug grin.

Charles nodded slowly, not sure where this was going.

"Well," Jasper said, leaning in for dramatic effect, "his dad's Loki."

Charles' jaw dropped. "Wait—Loki? As in, the Loki?"

"Yup," Clarisse said, crossing her arms like this was old news.

Charles took a deep breath. "Okay, cool. No big deal. I can handle that."

By the time they were packed and ready, Chiron had returned, raising an eyebrow at the mountain of gear the kids had managed to assemble. "So, here's the plan," Chiron said, his voice like a tour guide about to take a group on the most dangerous vacation ever. "First, we're swinging by Beauxbatons to pick up Fleur Delacour. Then, we'll gather Remus and the Black family—Sirius, Marlene, and their daughter, Lyra. After that, we head to Asgard."

The kids exchanged wide-eyed looks, barely holding in their excitement. As Chiron made the final arrangements, they learned that Loki had already gotten permission from Fleur's father, Sebastian Delacour, through Sirius via a Floo Call. Chiron could feel the day spiraling into one of those "I'll laugh about this in a century" kinds of stories.

With Loki involved, the only thing Chiron knew for certain was this: it was going to be one very eventful trip.

—

Zeus lounged on top of Mount Washington, reveling in what he called "the perfect weather." To everyone else, it was a near-apocalyptic storm, but to the king of the gods? It was just another Tuesday. Thunder rolled overhead like his personal soundtrack, and sheets of rain cascaded down the mountainside. Mortals below? Probably panicking, but Zeus? He stretched out like a cat basking in a sunbeam, loving every chaotic minute.

This was bliss. No meetings with his fellow Olympians, no whiny demigods begging for favors, and most importantly, no Asgardians poking their noses into his business. Just him, his storms, and the occasional lightning bolt for fun. Honestly, it was the best day spa Olympus had to offer.

And then—of course—someone had to ruin it.

A loud, clumsy crash echoed through the storm, followed by an unfamiliar voice that cut through the thunder. "Lord Zeus, we need to talk."

Zeus groaned. "Really? Now?" He opened one eye, scanning for the intruder.

Before him stood two individuals who looked like they had stumbled in from a low-budget fantasy film. The woman was trying way too hard to look important, puffing out her chest like she thought she was the A-list goddess of the season. Behind her loomed a mountain of muscle with a face that screamed "I don't get paid to think."

"Who in Hades are you?" Zeus squinted, trying to suppress a yawn.

The woman stepped forward, flicking her hair dramatically. "I am Amora, the Enchantress," she declared, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Zeus raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "And?"

Amora's smile faltered as if she had just spilled her best potion. "The Enchantress! You know… power unmatched? Lethal beauty?"

Zeus scratched his chin. "Yeah, no. Doesn't ring a bell."

The muscle-bound sidekick, Skurge, stepped forward with a wide, eager grin. "I'm Skurge! Her, uh… enforcer!"

Zeus blinked at him, trying to contain his laughter. "Skurge? Sounds like something you'd put on toast."

Skurge's grin faded, and he glanced at Amora for backup, which she didn't provide. "We're here to offer you vital information, Zeus. Information about a certain child…"

Zeus waved his hand dismissively. "Unless someone's resurrected the Titans or Kronos is throwing a family reunion, I'm not interested."

Amora's eyes gleamed with frustration, but she pushed on. "This child is important, even to you. He's your grandson."

Zeus froze, lightning flickering at his fingertips. "My what?"

Amora smirked, sensing she had finally snagged his attention. "Haris Lokison. The son of Artemis and Loki. He's been training at Camp Half-Blood, blissfully unaware of the chaos he's about to unleash."

Zeus stared at her like she'd just grown a second head. "Loki? As in the trickster from Asgard?"

Amora nodded eagerly. "Exactly! And—"

Zeus leaned forward, incredulous. "You're telling me that my daughter, Artemis, got involved with Loki, had a kid, and you two—who I still don't know—are the ones bringing me this news?"

Skurge, clearly trying to help, piped up. "Yeah, and he's training with, like, centaurs and stuff! Real hardcore!"

Zeus stared at them, deadpan. "Centaurs. Great. Look, I'm not sure where you Asgardians crawled out from, but this sounds like a load of hydra droppings."

Amora seethed, her confidence cracking. But before she could respond, Zeus raised a hand crackling with energy. "Leave. Now. Or I'll give you a lightning makeover you won't walk away from."

Amora glared, but she knew better than to test her luck. With a dramatic flourish of her cloak, she vanished, Skurge trailing behind her like an oversized puppy.

Zeus stood there, fists still sparking, staring into the stormy sky. Loki's son? His grandson? He tightened his grip on his lightning bolt as thunder rumbled ominously.

"Well," he muttered to himself, "this is going to be fun."

He could almost feel a storm brewing—not just in the skies but in the tangled web of family drama that was about to explode.

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If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling!

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Can't wait to see you there!

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