The cold air was chill and carried with it the dusty smell of snow, thick grey clouds scudded by on mass it clearly would not be a nice day. The dreary grey clouds and the dampness of the air almost seemed to make the rigid formality of the houses even more disgusting to Loki as he strode along the pavement with a distinct purpose. His green eyes scanned each of the houses his lip curling with disgust but that expression soon dropped when he picked up a strange sense of presence, almost as if this person used Seiðr or something almost similar to that. He stepped forward the presence growing ever stronger until he came to a house with a brass number four displayed proudly on the door, the only odd thing about the house was the small bundle of blankets left on the doorstep. The presence by now was almost screaming at Loki who settled his gaze on the bundle of blankets, he could just see a tuft of jet black hair and the beginnings of a chubby pink face. He opened the gate and walked down the neat and well-tended garden but that wasn't the focus for Loki, the little boy seemed to call out to him as if the two had been searching for each other a long time. He gently picked up the little baby and held him close to his chest, he could see a livid scar on the boy's forehead that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. He gave a small sniffle and then snuggled closer to Loki as if the trickster would keep him warm and happy. Loki gave a soft sigh and then walked to the nearby garden wall and sat down, it was still too early for the house occupants to be awake so he knew that no one would be looking at them.
"What's that you've got little one?" He asked.
The movement of the little boy had revealed a letter that was written on thick parchment, Loki carefully pulled it away from the boy's hand so that he would be able to read the letter. His green eyes scanned the text and he became very angry indeed, he didn't know how to articulate his words so he simply used his magic to burn the letter. The ashes scattered to the wind and mixed with the white flakes of snow that was now starting to fall in a thick flurry. Loki had known both James and Lily Potter, he was sure that they wouldn't have wanted their son to have been sent to such a mundane place. Loki made sure the boy, Harry, was well sheltered from the worst of the weather and he began to walk away from the house. During this time the boy had not woken once almost as if he was content to rest in Loki's arms but the peace and quiet didn't last long. Harry opened his eyes and Loki was amazed to see the vibrant shade of green they were and how brightly they seemed to shine even in this dull weather.
"Mummy?" Harry asked
"I'm sorry Harry, she's gone to Valhalla, she's not coming back. I loved her too." Loki said heavily
"Valla?" Harry asked.
Loki nodded his head at the boy and was rather impressed with him even if he did have limited speech and understanding of the situation. He moved Harry so that he was carrying the young boy on his hip, his small face was pressed into his neck and Loki could feel the hot tears run down his skin and onto the cloth beneath his armour and it made his heart wrench, one so young as Harry should not have to face or even understand death even in such a limited form. Loki kept on walking and soon enough the child quietened and was gripping onto him tightly and the two of them soon stepped onto the branches of Yggdrasil. The magic that swirled around them and seemed to thread through them was enough to distract Harry as his eyes looked around him constantly, Loki let an amused smile flicker across his face as he looked down at the boy. He was surrounded by a strong magical energy that crackled in a resplendent way and seemed to only be tainted a little by an ugly dark colour that surrounded his head. Loki frowned and was tempted to stop and deal with it but he would have to deal with that once they were at a more secure location. He was also surprised by how closely their magic seemed to match. Admittedly, Lily had been his lover when James had dropped off the map for almost a year on Order business. She had thought James dead and she had needed Loki as much as Loki needed her, he did wonder if Harry was a product of that. He would have to check that at some point, later on, it did explain why he had decided to come to the middle of the most boring village in Midgard. They came off the branches and were faced with a run-down country house, the brick was crumbling and the garden was dire need of control.
"What do you say we fix this up mmh?" Loki asked.
Harry nodded his head but looked cautious and weary, he still didn't trust Loki fully but he was feeling safer than he had done on the step. Loki snapped his fingers and the house and garden were no livable and furnished in a way that every comfort was taken care of. Loki had to take care of Lily's little boy, even if he wasn't his son the boy was special and needed protecting. Loki wanted to give him a good life, a life that was happy and not filled with abuse, he was sure that Lily's sister would have been a monster toward Harry. Loki placed Harry on one of the chairs and the boy just sat there looking at what was around him with some interest. Loki carefully walked over to Harry and then placed a hand over the young boy's head and began to use his magic to work out what the foreign presence was. He soon found out and limited the power it could have over the boy and those around him. Something told him that now wasn't the right time to remove it. There would come a time in the boy's future where that would be done but not now, what told Loki that he wasn't sure as he wasn't often prophetic in nature.
"How about we get you some breakfast and then you can play?" Loki asked the small boy
"Yes..." Harry nodded vigorously
The mistrust the boy had hadn't gone away but was easing slightly, Loki would have to do a lot of work to earn the boy's trust and make sure that he grew up knowing all he needed to about magic and his family. Loki made sure that the young boy was fed and had a toy to play with, while Harry was playing the thoughts raced through Loki's mind. He had to find out who Harry's father was, Loki was almost sure that Harry would have Lily's sense of loyalty and fiery nature. He could also sense a somewhat quiet nature about the boy and the way looked at his toy indicated he was contemplating something more than how to play with it. As Loki watched the boy play his heart swelled with affection, the boy was worth protecting and guiding, the darkness infecting the boy was a concern but Loki would keep his eyes on it as Harry grew.