Magic and Science

by Raven_Lycan0410

Summary:

Harry and Damian have escaped the pressures and wants of the British wizarding world. Harry being pushed by Ginny into restarting their relatiohsip revealed his status as an Omega which ended in a huge fight and Ginny telling the Daily prophet.

Tired of people badgering him he asks his brother to go with him to America where Omegas are treated better and the Wizarding communitry don't care about who they are.

Trouble is...a certain band of muggle and gods do care. And two of them are determined to have the brothers for their own.

Chapter 1: Settling in

Okay, bit of background before we get stuck in.

 

This is an Omegaverse story.

The entire population is either Alpha, Beta and Omega. The muggle world don't know about the Wizarding world except for SHIELD and that's because MACUSA told them about magic before.

True Alpha-Omega pairs are incredibly rare but special in both worlds, as such an Alpha is allowed to kill or seriously maim someone if they believe that person to be a threat to their Omega. Separating a true pair is beyond bad, it's illegal and causes great pain for the Omega and has been known to kill the Omega. When an Alpha meets their True Omega they immediately enter a rut and seek to claim, nothing will stand in their way. 

The Alpha's rut will often send the Omega into Heat and give off pheromones to warn others and accept the Alpha's advances. Once the claiming has been completed and Omega was been bitten the bond overrides any and all mind magics, controls and contracts.

Chapter 2

Harry watched Damian flit about the little cafe-book store they joint owned, his sweet vanilla and cinnamon wafting about the shop as he straightened up the comfy reading area.

When they'd moved to the States Harry wasn't sure they would be able to really get by. Yes they had the Potter and Black vaults and wouldn't have to worry for money for a long while, but...he'd worried they wouldn't be able to make a home here, that they'd have to go back to Britain and the reporters and those eyes that judged them endlessly. But Damian...he'd thrown himself into the experience and carved this piece of Heaven for them to share.

Harry and Damian were only minuets apart when they were born, Harry being the eldest, they both had the famous Potter hair; but while Harry's stuck up all over the place Damian's had grown out is wavy curls that reached his chin in soft waves. Harry had their mothers green eyes and Damian took the chocolate Hazel eyes their father had.

When they presented as Omegas they remained lithe and petite, and thanks to their Magic inheritance they'd also gained a pair of soft furry ears and tail. Harry's was pitch black with white inlays, his tail was also black with a white tip. They'd identified it as a Common black and white cat and Harry felt very special with them.

Damian had a pair of silver and grey spotted ears and a large bushy tail, the snow leopard was his creature. Other than some cat-like reflexes and tendencies that's all that happened, they had to wear a glamour on the ears when in the muggle world as not to arise suspicions but that's all.

"Harry," Said male looked over to his brother.

"Yep,"

"We have a visitor," Damian said, nodding his head towards the door, a very pretty red head stood outside the door with her hand raised to knock on the glass.

"It's not time to open yet, should we let her in?" he asked, Damian looked pensive before nodding.

"Yes. Let her in, find out what she wants and then kick her out," he said bluntly. Harry smiled, not perturbed in the least. His brother was often times blunt and sarcastic to everything, walking over while Damian continued straightening up, Harry unlocked the door and allowed the red head inside.

"Hello Mr's Potter. My name is Natasha Romanoff, I've been sent to scout you for my employer," She handed Harry a card, the male subtly sniffed at her. She didn't really smell of anything which either meant Beta or Omega on suppressants. Alpha's scents usually tend to override the suppressants. Her green eyes were incredibly sharp and stared through Harry, looking at the card he saw the name SHIELD, and Director Nick Fury at the bottom with a number.

"May I ask, what exactly this Nick Fury does?" Harry asked, suspicion rumbling in his gut. Arching a delicate eyebrow Harry watched the red head. She shifted ever so slightly, just enough so that she could see both Harry and Damian who was only paying half an ear himself but made sure to keep close to his wand. "He deals in security of a ....national level," Harry shot a look at Damian who turned and smiled charmingly at the red head, releasing his calm scent into the air.

"Well, that's lovely I'm sure. However, Ms Romanoff we're just bakers I don't think we'd be of much help to Mr Fury," He stood next to his brother, stealthily bringing his wand down from its holster to sit in the palm off his hand.

"Actually Mr Potter we have been informed of your status by MACUSA and they have given their permission for you to be approached by my employer, Wizards or not," with that Damian flung a silent Stunner at the woman, the red spell hit her dead in the chest and she hit the ground.

"It seems we have to get in touch with the Ministry here. Unbelievable, giving out our information like that, hmph!" Harry giggled slightly and levitated Natasha off the floor and onto a comfy couch in the book store while Damian sent a demanding patronous charm. His lynx bounding out the door.

Chapter 3

The pair didn't have to wait long before a sandy haired wizard came through their floo. He was taller then both of them and had calm blue eyes. Blue robes and a sensible demeanor.  

"Mr Potter, my name is Philip Flak, MACUSA would like to extend their apologies. SHIELD was supposed to wait until we had spoken to you both about their offer, before introducing themselves. Rest assured we are taking measures to ensure your privacy and independence," Philip spoke quickly and shook the boys hands with a no nonsense attitude, Damian liked him. He gestured towards the red head still unconscious on the couch. 

"Could you please revive Ms Romanoff," Damain renervated the lady and went to make some tea for the no doubt long conversation they were going to have. Harry collected chairs for them to sit on. Slowly, green eyes opened and surveyed the room. 

"Ms Romanoff," Philip greeted as she sat up her eyes still glancing around warily. "My name is Philip Flak, I work for MACUSA as the wizard to no-maj liaison officer. Your employer was informed that we would set up a meeting with Messer's Potter at their earliest convenience, to explain the situation with them before introducing them to you. Please explain why you went behind our decision?" 

"SHIELD assumed that you had spoken to them already," Damian returned with the drinks then and snorted lightly. 

 

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Tony groaned when Pepper's voice came over the inter comm. 

"Tony, you've been down there for hours. Enough's enough, I want to go to dinner," Rolling his eyes the billionaire ignored her and continued fiddling with his new suit. The beta had been nagging him for years to go out with her, despite his instances to the contrary, she'd been relentless. Once the woman had actually bought black-market omega heat pheromones to seduce him with. It might have worked if Tony wasn't who he was. When he smelt the pheromones he hit the roof and threw her out of the tower, but she still wouldn't give up. It wasn't that he didn't think she was pretty, Pepper was very beautiful, and strong willed but as a Beta she wouldn't be able to cope with his needs as an alpha. Eventually they'd have to break up when it becomes clear they aren't compatible. Besides she only wanted money and fame from him. A good thing he hadn't signed his company over to her. She would probably of found someway of blackmailing him with his company to get what she wanted. 

The only reason he hadn't fired her yet was because she was so good at what she did as his Personal Assistant. If she wasn't so obsessed with becoming his mate she could be a very prominent figure in the business world. 

"TONY!" She screeched again through the speakers. 

"For Christs sake woman," he muttered. Cleaning his hands on a rag Tony took the elevator upwards to the penthouse. After this he was definitely removing her access to this floor of the tower. Entering the floor he saw the red headed banshee stood in a tight white cocktail dress with her hands on her hips. 

"Right, before you get started let me just say this. We are not a couple, I have no romantic interest in you and if you do not stop I will have you removed from the building and demoted back to receptionist where you started. Capeesh?" his statement slapped Potts in the face like a wet fish and she could only stand their gaping. 

"Sir, a Mr coulson is here to see you," J.A.R.V.I.S'S voice came over the speakers.

Chapter 4

Harry kept a straight face as he and his brother were walked along the hull of a large hellicarier between three SHIELD agents. The whole place smelled wrong and it made his magic spark underneath his skin, only Damian's soothing hand in calmed his nerves. They'd elected to remove their glamour as MACUSA had ensured all SHIELD agents had signed secrecy oaths like the ones parents of muggle-borns signed in America. They'd received looks but no-one dared to bother them. Harry rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve the tension he could feel building up between his shoulder blades, his brother squeezed his hand and smiled slightly to him. 

"Through here please gentlemen," their 'escort' scanned his I.D card and a door slid open.

"Once more, into the fray," Damian muttered. 

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Tony immediately silenced his speech when a glorious scent hit his nose. Like treacle and....vanilla! Ignoring everyone's stares he turned to the doors and his jaw dropped. In the doorway stood the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. Lithe, petite, with pale skin and high cheekbone, the person looked like a doll. Large green eyes sat behind fashionable rectangle glasses and...cat ears. He was holding hands with another male, by the looks of things a sibling, given the close resemblance. Tony felt himself harden in his jeans slightly and his mouth water. He sub-consciously released his scent to get the creatures attention. It worked and Tony's inner alpha growled in approval as it captured the little omega's attention.

 

Damian saw the exchange, and had to stifle a giggle. Harry didn't usually pay much attention to alphas and their posturing but this one seemed to interest him.

"Glad you could join us gentlemen," A tall black man greeted. He was bold and had an eyepatch. Quite handsome despite it though, his eyes were a stern brown. "My I introduce the Avengers. Captain Steven Rogers AKA Captain America," he nodded to a blond man who stood to shake their hands, dropping kisses to their knuckles. Damian cooed slightly as it was an old fashioned way of greeting omegas but smiled none-the-less. 

"Doctor Bruce Banner," the beta with brown hair and eyes trying to make himself as small as possible. Both boys nodded in his direction. "You know Natasha," The red head nodded but said nothing, no doubt remembering their last encounter. 

"Thor, Prince of Asguard and god of Thunder," Another Alpha, blond as well and built like a brick-shit house. Merlin his biceps where huge. 

"And this is-"

"Doctor Anthony Stark, or Iron Man," the Alpha Harry was ogling cut in smoothly, shaking Damian's hand but bringing Harry's up to his lips and pressing a sultry kiss to his knuckles. Damian almost choked on the pheromones in the air, but Harry subconsciously drank in the attention and twittered. 

"Hello all. I'm Damian Potter and this is my older brother Harry Potter-Black. It's nice to meet you," Damian introduced his tail curling in excitement. Harry snapped out of his dazed admiring of the brunette Alpha and blushed making Tony growl low in his throat at the sight of his pale cheeks all flushed. 

"I suppose we should get on with why you invited us here then Mr Fury. Seeing as you already have the culprit your looking for?" Fury heaved an agitated sigh. 

"Thor seems to believe the Loki is being mind controlled by other forces. Either being threatened or is merely some puppet of a greater player. He can't bring anyone down from Asguard so...your are best hope to find out if any of this is true," Thor stepped up and smiled reassuringly at the little omegas.

"It would be of great service to me if you could find the truth. My brother would never have done these things of his own free will," The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. Damian raised an eyebrow and Harry bent his head missing Damian triumphant smirk. 

"I'd be happy to help. Harry's abysmal at mind magics goodness knows I've tried to teach him. But, head like a rock. Why don't you take me to your brother and Doctor Stark can show Harry around, keep him occupied or he will find trouble," with that he turned and walked out of the room with Fury, Steve and Thor. Leaving his brother to blush in the hands of Tony Stark whose smirk promised trouble. 

Chapter 5

Magic and science  

"So, Beautiful.  Wanna  see something cool," Tony flirted with Harry leaning in close to the younger man. Harry fought hard with his blush but knew he was failing. He thought he'd pass out from the heat that flooded his head. He nodded his head in compliance and Tony held out his elbow to the Omega who was obviously unaware of how his tail was curling and ears twitched. It was cute. Harry hesitantly hooked his hand into the crook of the engineer's elbow and let himself be  led  down the corridor.  

"You'll love it kitty. We got all the best toys," Tony bragged.  

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"Tell me more about your brother," Damian requested of Thor. "What is he like? His tastes, favourite colour, hobbies? Things I can distinguish from whoever's driving the car right now, " Thor  looked confused for a moment before nodding to himself.   

“Loki was different once. He was never obsessed with power or ruling. That came later. As child he was gentle, he loved life and knowledge, there was nothing he liked more than spending his days inside the great library or talking with our mother about her craft and the other realms. I always thought he would one day become my advisor when I ascended to the throne, or he would learn the ancient healing arts of  Asgards  healers,” Damian smiled at the taller man. His love for his younger brother was more than obvious to him, he could use that. From what Thor had described there was no way the Loki didn’t love his brother and if Damian could connect with that part of Loki’s mind then the possession wouldn’t take hold. Dark entities couldn’t handle such pure emotions like joy and love, it was how Harry removed Voldemort from his body.   

“Thank you, Thor, I think I know what to do now. I will return your brother to you,” he promised. Fury stopped them in front of two glass doors.   

“Some rules before I let you in there,” he said. Damian simply chuckled.   

“I have no need for your rules Mr Fury. They will only inhibit my work here. Please open the doors,” the omega smiled, his fluffy tail curling in amusement. Fury grit his teeth and swiped his I.D card.   

“Thank you,” The man walked inside, his lips pursed in disgust at the site of the glass cage. “Despicable,” he muttered as he stepped further into the room. The man, Loki, had his back to Damian, pacing across the floor of the cage. He had long dark hair that curled above he shoulders, strong yet slim shoulders and long legs.   

“What are you?” his voice was deep, with a sensual layer of promise. “I can feel your magic, but Midgard have no mages,” with that statement he turned around to face Damian, his skin was deathly pale, the sallowness of his skin accentuated his high cheekbones and thin pink lips. His eyes were a pale, unnatural blueness.   

“Well, there are a few of us lying around. Here and there,” Damian replied cheekily. “Hello Master Loki, my name is Damian Potter and I’m here to help,”  

 

Chapter 6

Loki was a very handsome man. Tall and willowy, but with an obvious strength in his build.

The pair stared at each other unblinkingly. Unnatural blue to chocolate brown. Pale and sickly to a healthy glow. Damian drank in every detail. His Omega had sat up in the back of his mind, senses attuned to the Alpha in the glass cage. An incessant urge to go inside had started repeating in his head and Damian almost had trouble keeping focus.

 

“You say you are here to help, but I need no help from a child,” Loki sneered. He walked towards the glass and lent an arm upon it. “Why are you really here?”

 

“It’s strange. In Mythology, Loki was always depicted as having green eyes. Not blue, so tell me, who’s in the driving seat right now Loki?” Damian walked up close to the man, so close he could just step through the glass and they’d be touching. “Where is the Trickster God? The Aesir of Mischief and Fire, the man who tricked the gods numerous times. Who cut the golden locks of the Lady Sif. Where is he?” The wizard never removed his eyes from Loki’s clouded blue ones, he tried to subtlety invade the man’s mind but found himself rebounded back into his own mind. As expected Loki’s mental defences were strong.

 

“So, the child has magic. Interesting, I didn’t know Midgard had real Seiðr users,” a smirk slid over Loki’s face, slowly changing his cool mask into one of amusement. “It matters not though. You may have magic but it means nothing if you cannot defeat one of superior talent,”

Damian closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He had to crack the shield, just a minor dent would be enough for him to get a foothold in Loki’s defences. From there he could widen the dent into a hole and then he’d be in. Mentioning Thor would be a mistake, while there is obvious love between the brothers, the resentment and envy are even more obvious. Then Damian would have to hit below the belt for a handle.

“Where’s the man who birthed Sleipnir?” that caused a twitch in Loki’s left eye. “The father of Fenrir, Hel the goddess of death and the ruler of Helheim? Where is he? Master of a Thousand magiks, the Skywalker,” Loki reared back from the glass, nostrils flared in rage and Damian struck. He moved quickly and thrust passed the god’s strong defences and into his mind.

For the mind of a god, Loki’s mindscape was bland. Damian would admit that he was expecting some kind of indication of Loki’s heritage. His own mind was strictly organised, memories shelved in large bookcases behind a series of locks and gated puzzles. Loki’s however was…empty. The Omega stood in nothing but vast nothingness. Like sheets of white paper that stretched on and on and on. There was no sign of Loki himself but Damian didn’t drop his guard, this was the God of Tricks, whether someone else was in control or not.

“Perhaps I was wrong. You do have the talent,” a velvet voice spoke from behind the wizard. Turning Damian cocked his head to the side, there was nobody there. Ears pricked and tail flicking from side to side in agitation he replied,

“Well, I won’t hold it against you. Come out Loki, face me properly,” a deep, rich laugh was his answer before the air shimmered and the man stood tall in front of Damian, he looked healthier here. But there was still an unnatural paleness about him. And his eyes were still grossly blue.

“No, I want to speak to the real Loki. Not a cheap copy controlled by a mediocre creature like you,” he sneered. Loki’s lips reared back in a snarl. Obviously, he’d struck a nerve and the Alpha was trying to make him submit. Damian subtly sniffed the air, he couldn’t make out Loki’s scent, just his own. Puzzled he edged away from the Copy, who seethed and snarled before vanishing, and tried to look for the entrance that kept the Real Loki Prisoner. But all he could see was white.

Frustrated Damian struck out at the nothingness, only for his fist to hit something. A wall? Pressing both hands flat against the solid structure Damian felt around for any defining features. The wall hummed beneath his fingers, almost vibrating in its intensity, curious the Omega sent a small surge of his magic to meet the wall and was almost blasted off of his feet when the wall’s magic answered back.

Stumbling from the sheer power he stared amazed as an ornate, wooden door seemed to stretch out of the wall. It stood tall, almost three times Damian’s own height, 5’7, and had large iron hinges with a matching door handle. The panels were decorated with scenes of great Norse battles painted over in golds and silvers of Odin and Thor, even green to depict the cape of Loki. It took Damian’s breath away.

“This has to be where Copy Loki is hiding the Real Loki,” he murmured to himself. The copy hadn’t made an appearance again, though Damian could see he was making a concentrated effort to conceal the door. The whiteness from before would crawl over the edges but be repelled by the doors magic, magic that sang to Damian’s own and called him forward. Reaching out Damian steadied his nerves. It wouldn’t do to slip and lose control of Copy’s mind now, not at such a crucial stage. He gripped the doors handle and sucked in a sharp breath, the magic was so intense, so alive that it sent tingles of pleasure and euphoria through Damian’s entire body. Pushing the handle down he threw caution to the wind and swung the door open.

To be met with the most beautiful pair of green eyes he’d ever seen, and a scent that had his eyes rolling backwards and his knees buckling.

Damian opened his eyes with a loud gasp, kneeling on the ground. Loki was staring back at him from the cage with regular, clear green eyes. But Damian felt lightheaded, too hot, too fuzzy…too sensitive to the clothes he was wearing. Loki slammed a fist against the glass and scraped his, now very sharp, nails down the material. Damian couldn’t catch his breath. He needed to be in that cage, with his Alpha. His Alpha needed him, why wasn’t he here?

His thoughts were jumbled, and he had to stop several times before he could force his words out.

“Thor…Th-th-thor!” The golden God came rushing in hammer at the ready and taking in the scene. Loki snapped to look at his brother, eyes bleeding red at the Alpha Intruder, he growled, low, rich and dangerous at Thor.

“MINE!” he roared.

While many thought of Thor as more brawn than brains, he wasn’t stupid. He knew a true pair when he saw one, the heat symptoms Damian was showing were evidence enough, but Loki’s now hot-tempered manner only strengthened his belief.

“Stay back,” he warned the Captain who was about to walk over to Damian and carry him out of there. “We cannot intervene now,” Fury grit his teeth and tried not to lose his temper. Of all the ill-timed matches.

“Mr Potter, can you hear me? Don’t speak, just nod or shake your head to my questions, clear?” he spoke in an ordered tone that would pierce the heat jumbled mind of the young man. Damian nodded lethargically.

“Are you in heat?”

Nod

“Do you want us to move you to an isolated heat room?”

Shake and a painful wince, followed by Loki’s snarls.

“Do you believe yourself save enough to go into Loki’s space?”

A pause, then a determined nod. Damian looking up and matching Loki’s heated gaze with his own.

“Alright,” Fury stood by the switch and motioned Thor to guide Damian to the doors, something Loki was furious about as he rushed to meet them from the inside of the glass and scratched at the door, Thor gently took Damian’s upper arms and made him stand. A feat that was most uncomfortable for the Omega as it allowed the heat in his belly to clench tight and slick to run down his legs.

Where was his Alpha? He felt to empty, too hot, too cold, not safe.

Thor propped him up against the door to the cage and nodded to Fury who pressed a button on the control pad and opened the door.

Loki shot out and grabbed Damian tight. Snarled at everyone gathered and retreated back into the cage, Fury closed the doors. The glass then went dark.

“Sir?” Steve asked. Uncertain if it was wise to leave the Omega alone with the threat.

“Until they have bonded properly we won’t be getting any information out of Loki. But, by the looks of things Thor was correct. He was being mind-controlled. Cameras off, no surveillance but Thor. He’ll be able to check-in with them both if needed. Now, I’m going to pour myself a very stiff drink,” Fury stalked off after giving everyone the stink eye.

Steve turned to Thor and asked evenly.

“Do you trust Loki? Considering what he spent the weekend doing?”

Thor looks impassively at the war hero. “The Loki of the last two days? No. The Loki that we just witness? Yes. That Loki looked more like my brother than any other,”

Notes:

Okay here you go. The next chapter will be what Harry was getting up to while this was all going down. Who here is okay with smut scenes? I know the tags list smut and fluff but I just wanted to warn everyone we'll be hitting the sexy parts in two chapters, so be prepared, and don't say I didn't warn you!

Chapter 7

Notes:

WARNING WARNING the smut scene begins after the line break!
please forgive me with the sex scene, im not used to writing big long ones like that, if it sounds a little stitled then i apologise.

Harry was feeling both confused and flustered.

Confused because he never studied higher than primary school science and the room he was in right now made him very uncomfortable.

Flustered because Tony took every opportunity to wink, smirk, and touch him that he could. He’d flirt and look Harry up and down like he was some great prize or piece of meat. Typical Alpha posturing to a fertile Omega, it would be quiet amusing. Except for the fact it was working.

Merlin if Tony Stark wasn’t Harry’s walking wet dream! Slightly taller than Harry but not by much, messy brown curls styled artfully that looked so damn soft, a healthy physique with strong biceps and shoulders, calloused tanned skin on his hands, a trim waist, and thick thighs. He was smart, charming and energetic. Always moving about, picking something up to fiddle with and putting it somewhere completely different, a quick quip on his tongue and a smirk to accompany it.

Harry was doomed.

Before all of this was over Harry was going to shag Tony Stark. If only to get him out from under his skin. One really good lay and Harry could move on.

Tony chose that moment to wink again at Harry and lick his top lip.

Okay, maybe two really good lays.

Doctor Banner was using some really intense scientific language and pointing at the different graphs and shapes on the holographic screen. Tony was tapping away at a keyboard and snarking the general running of SHIELD. He wandered about with a packet of blueberries he’d pulled out from somewhere, popping them into his mouth and chewing, drawing Harry’s attention to his pink lips, framed by an immaculate goatee.

He then walked behind Doctor Banner and jabbed him in the side with a screwdriver causing the man to yelp.

“Hey! Are you nuts?” A sharp voice called out. Harry turned to the door to see Captain Rogers come storming in, Damian no where to be seen.

“Jury’s out,” Tony quipped. “What’s your trick man? Pilates? Yoga? Huge bag of weed?” Doctor Banner smiled ever so slightly and chuckled at the engineers antics, while Steve fumed and scolded the man.

“Where’s my brother?” Harry asked. Steve cleared his throat while spots of red appeared high on his cheeks.

“He’s…indisposed. Director Fury had ordered that they’re not to be disturbed,” Harry bristled, fur standing on edge and he stalked towards the door.

“Who the hell does he think he is?” he growled, if he’d looked back Harry would have seen the occupants of the room reaction to his angry scent.

Doctor Banner cringed back, as a Beta he couldn’t really detect other peoples scents as well as Alpha’s and Omegas, but with the hulk certain aspects had been upgraded and he really disliked the bitter apple scent that filled the room.

Steve went stiff backed, and tried to look unaffected by the change. He wasn’t the Omega’s Alpha so it wasn’t his place to reassure him everything was alright. He also didn’t think it was a good idea to have so many Omega’s on board, but apparently the world had moved on while he was asleep and Omega’s were a lot more prevalent in Alpha dominated roles.

Tony meanwhile was glaring hard at Steve. Harry was upset and it was Rogers’ fault. And Fury’s but he wasn’t here right now. He followed the younger man to console him and calm him down.

“Hey, Kitten! Come on, calm down. Harry listen for a sec,” he took Harry’s bicep in a gentle hold, enough pressure to let him know he was there but not so much to make the Omega feel bullied. “I know you’re worried about your brother but I’m sure he’s alright. Running off to find him now might mess with whatever plans he’s working on right now,”

Harry listened to Tony, taking in his soothing voice and reassuring touch. But it didn’t really soothe his anxiety. He didn’t like that Damian was alone with the supposed enemy, that no-one would tell him where he was. Tony could tell Harry wasn’t mollified.

“Come with me. I’ll show you  the best part of the Helicarrier,”

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SEX SCENE SEX SCENE SEX SCENE

 

 

 

In the cage Damian was flat on his back with Loki covering every inch of his body with kisses, licks and bites. His clothes had been ripped off of him seconds after they’d been left alone with Loki growling at every foreign scent on him. His Omega was purring in contentment, at finally finding his Alpha, his perfect match.

He gripped Loki’s strong shoulders and keened low in his throat. He was so hot, so wet, so…empty. He needed more. More of Loki, more of his touch.

“Alpha,” he breathed. Loki looked up from nipping at Damian’s stomach, bright green eyes gleaming with want and lust. It made Damian’s breath hitch and hole clench, only emphasising it’s emptiness. Loki kissed his way back up Damian’s body and sealed his lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Loki tasted like he smelt. Like spice and ozone. Damian is sure if you could bottle someone’s magical essence it would smell just like this. And Loki oozed magic.

His lips massaged, sucked, and peppered the Omegas mouth, pulling sighs and moans from him. His hands traced down the Omega’s body and gripping his member making Damian gasp. Loki took full advantage and thrust his tongue in deep. Mapping out every part of his Omega’s mouth, tracing his teeth, licking his tongue and drawing it into his own mouth to suck. Damian writhed in Loki’s grip, pleasure zipping up his spine like electric sparks. Unknowingly Damian’s magic reacted to his pleasure, leaking from his core and body to intertwine with Loki’s own magic.

Loki pulled back from the kiss panting to stare down at Damian’s flushed form. Eyes dark, lips swollen and wet from their kiss, his face flushed fetchingly red that travelled to his chest. Loki traced a thumb over Damian’s bottom lip, dipping it into his mouth teasingly, only to growl low in his throat when he licked it with the tip of his tongue.

The smell of Damian’s slick filled the cage, infusing the air with his hot spicey cinnamon. Loki pumped the hand holding Damian’s member making the other man squirm and moan. His lips found the scenting gland on his throat, nipping at the gland, licking and sucking to make it more engorged before sinking his teeth into it. Damian wailed, back arching and falling apart in Loki’s hold. Loki smirked, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking away Damian’s essence. Damian blushed even hotter at the sight. His Alpha tasting him, the way only an Alpha could. Now he really felt empty.

“Alpha, please,” he whined, turning over onto his stomach and tucking his knees underneath him so that he presented good and proper for Loki. The god smirked, running a hand down Damian’s back and squeezing a perfect cheek.

“Good Omega. My Omega,” he purred. Then buried his face in Damian’s ass. The Omega squeaked, feeling Loki’s tongue slurping up his slick. He tried to make him go faster by pushing against the Alpha’s face but Loki simply brought a hand down hard on his ass and held him still.

“Patience Omega, when I say,” he returned to his task. His tongue lapping, tracing, and thrusting at Damian’s entrance. Damian moaned, groaned and whined. His mind was going haywire, he needed to be filled, to be bred, with Loki’s seed. His Alpha’s seed, to carry his pups.

“Please Alpha. More, please i…”

“You what?” Loki replied, face buried in his ass and voice rumbling through Damian’s body.

“I want you. Please. Please, more,” he begged hands scrabbling against the floor. Loki pulled back from his task to smirk at the Omega, his chin and mouth covered in saliva and Damian’s spicy sweet slick, bringing his index finger to Damian’s entrance he scratched at the puckered hole leaking slick. He rubbed the entrance before pushing it inside to the second knuckle.

Damian moaned arching even further into the Alpha, Loki thrust his finger in and out, stimulating the Omega beneath him, turning his hand to stretch the hole and search for Damian’s prostate. He added a second finger to the mix and spreading them. With Damian entering a pseudo heat he didn’t need much stretching as his hole was loose enough to get three, then four fingers inside. Soon enough Loki ran out of patience and pulled his fingers from the Omega’s entrance, ignoring Damian’s whine.

“Ready yourself Omega,” he ordered. Kneeling behind him Loki took his neglected member and positioned it at Damian’s hole. He stroked himself a few times to take the edge off before pushing against Damian. He met some resistance before pushing past the outer muscles and into the Omega’s passage.

Damian’s eyes widened and he practically wailed as Loki bottomed out. He was so big! It felt like Loki’s cock was sitting in his belly, he breathed out and tried to get accustomed to the feeling of being so full.

Loki was in the same position. Damian was so tight, despite the slick, natural looseness caused by his pseudo-heat and Loki’s stretching it still felt like Damian was going to squeeze his dick right off.

He ran a hand down Damian’s spine, noticing his trembling. Leaning over he followed his hand with his lips, trailing hot kisses on his skin.

“So tight my Omega. Has no one been here before?” he asked, voice low and silky making Damian shiver.

“N-no. Never,” he replied. And it was true. Despite the many offers he’d had over the years Damian have never felt comfortable in accepting any of them. It made his skin crawl just thinking about some random Alpha touching him. But here, with Loki inside him, it felt so right. Like finally finding that missing part.

“That makes me very happy, Omega,” he nuzzled Damian’s neck and nibbled on his ear, to distract from the burn of Loki settling inside him. “Damian…” he whispered. The Omega’s breath hitched at hearing his name fall from his Alpha’s lips. He turned his face to see Loki and moaned as his caused him to jostle Loki’s cock.

“…L-loki,” he breathed. Loki’s eyes flashed and he captured his lips in a hot kiss.

“Now prepare yourself,” Loki pulled back up, took a firm hold of Damian’s hips and pulled his hips back slowly, dragging his cock out to the head and slammed back in. Damian cried out as Loki drove into his prostate and set a punishing pace. His hip smacking off Damian’s arse, gasps, moans and grunting filled the cage. Damian was loosing his mind, his senses filled with only Loki, Loki, Loki. His strong body moving above him, his long and thick member filling him, his otherworldly, ozone scent filling the air.

Loki meanwhile was pushing for a big finish. He had to knot his Omega and sink his teeth into Damian’s bonding gland to cement his claim as the Omega’s only, true Alpha. He stopped thrusting when he felt his knot begin to swell and catch slightly on the Omega’s rim, pulling out he smirked at the anguished wail of protest Damian released. Grabbing his ankle he flipped the Omega over onto his back and pulling his arse over his legs. His Omega was so fetching like this, perhaps Loki should keep him this way, wanton and stuffed full of Loki’s cock.

“What, why did you- don’t stop!” Damian demanded of the God, wiggling his hips to entice the Alpha back. Loki lined up again and thrust forward, burying himself back inside Damian’s willing body. The Omega shrieked again but in delight this time to be filled with his Alpha once again. Loki thrust several times finding his rhythm again before yanking Damian to sit in his lap, chest to chest and eyes locked to each other, driving Loki further into Damian’s passage.

He sealed their lips together, licking into his Omega’s mouth and sucking on his tongue. His hands roamed around Damian’s body, scratching his nails lightly over his skin. Damian whimpered and whined into the kiss, rotating his hips to entice his Alpha to start moving again and purring when he brushed his prostate.

Loki pulled back from the kiss to trail his lips down Damian’s jaw to his neck to start sucking on his bonding gland. For their bond to take place strongly it needed to swell out from Damian’s neck enough for Loki’s teeth to pierce the flesh when they knotted together, which wouldn’t be long now.

Damian buried his fingers in Loki’s hair and used it to anchor himself to the moment, scared he would be carried away by Loki’s passion and his own wanton desires, his thighs trembled with the effort of lifting himself up and down atop the demi-god, but it didn’t detract him from the cold trail Loki burned over his skin. Looking at his hands Damian was surprised to see Loki’s skin turning a deep blue with raised lines webbing across the surface.

Freezing in place Damian watched as the colour spread across the expanse of Loki’s chest, thighs, groin, neck and face. His emerald eyes turning ruby red and black, bored into Damian’s own chocolate gaze.

Loki cursed, as his rut increased his control over the glamor failed him and released the monster he tried to hard to hide.

“This is the face of your Alpha, a monster! A creature stolen be Odin and hidden beneath his peoples very noses,” he growled, jaw clenched tight as he avoided the Omega’s gaze.

He startled at a gentle touch to his cheek. Looking up he watched Damian look at him in…awe? That couldn’t be right. Damian traced over the markings on Loki’s face with his finger tips, committed to memorising the ridges.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, unable to resist following his fingers with his lips, kissing down Loki’s face.

Loki chocked back a sob and tightened his hold on the Omega.

“Don’t lie to me boy,”

“Not sure if you’ve noticed but, I have a snow leopards tail and ears, not exactly ‘normal’ in the muggle world,” he cupped Loki’s face and pressed a deep kiss to his mouth, the intense heat and overwhelming need seemed to have dulled ever so slightly in the face of such perilous emotions. “You are beautiful. Everything about you, I want it all. God do I want you,” he whispered against his mouth. “Mine, all of you is mine,” he growled. Which wasn’t as impressive as the deep, thunderous growl Loki gave before Damian found himself flat on his back again and Loki driving inside him.

He wailed at Loki nailed his prostate again and again and again, until Damian could only cling to Loki’s blue shoulders and cry out his name. he could feel it all coming to an end as his stomach began to tighten and his desire to sink his own teeth into Loki’s neck and mark him grew. He stretched out his neck and whined deep in his throat, showing his submissiveness for his Alpha, his entrance clenching as Loki’s knot began to catch and slipping back out was getting harder.

Loki waited until the very last moment, his knot swelled and locked him inside Damian’s body his fangs grew and the bonding toxin gathered in his mouth transferred when he bit down hard on Damian’s swollen gland.

Damian screamed, his vision whitening out and he came all over his torso, his entrance clenched tight around Loki’s knot and milked him greedily for his seed which Loki poured into Damian readily. Damians vision swam slightly but Loki guided his mouth to his own bonding gland and encouraged him to bite down.

And with that Damian Potter and Loki Laufyson were forever bound to each other.

Chapter 8

Loki awoke to a warm body blanketed over his chest, something soft tickling his nose, and a tantalising scent wafting in the air. Opening his eyes he looked about him, he seemed to be lying on the floor in a black-out glass room with metal benches around the edge. Looking to his chest Loki felt his breath hitch.

Lying there was a succubus. With fluffy white animal ears and smooth skin. Inhaling deeply Loki savoured the taste of vanilla and cinnamon in his nose and on his tongue. The sleeping Omega snuffled and burrowed into Loki’s neck. A happy purr left Loki’s partner and memories seeped back to the Asgardian.

His cock twitched as he remembered how responsive the Omega was, how tight and sensuous, how soft and warm. And how perfectly they fit together from their magics to their bodies. Everything was seamless. Damian shivered slightly as a cooler breeze drifted over them, Loki held the Omega tighter to him while waving a hand and creating a blanket to lay over them both. Damian sighed happily and remained sleeping. Loki took further stock of his Omega. He preened at the large bite mark on Damian’s bonding gland and the matching one on Loki’s own throat. Damian’s body didn’t seem to be too damaged from their rough love-making but Loki would have to make sure once Damian had woken up.

However, there was a note of something else in Damian’s scent. Something milky and soft. Loki buried his nose in Damian’s hair and sniffed again, trying to pinpoint what exactly was making that scent.

‘Pup’ his alpha informed him.

Loki choked.

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Harry was stupid.

He was really really really stupid.

Like stupider than the most stupid person to ever stupid.

He let Tony Stark Kiss Him.

Like full on, on the mouth, with the hint of tongue on his bottom lip, Kiss Him.

And Harry kissed him back.

Because Harry was stupid.

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Tony was smug.

He was really really really smug.

Like smugger than the most smug person to ever smug.

He Kissed Harry Potter.

Like full on, on the mouth, with the hint of tongue on Harry’s bottom lip, Kiss Him.

And Harry Kissed him back.

Because Tony was smug.

Chapter 9

Notes:

Okay, been a long, long time. No excuses really. Just life building up on me.
But hopefully you guys like this chapter. I'm going to need baby names and genders, and if they should be one child, or twins, or triplets. three is as high as i'm willing to go.
Also, my sister had her baby in July last year and he is the cutest little devil you ever saw in your life!

So, here’s what happened.

When Harry learned that his brother was currently engaged in sexual congress with the supposed would-be Conqueror of the Earth, he stormed through the Hellicarrier to find him but was steered away by the erratic engineer to a side room that must have been a viewing room. With a wall of large windows that allowed Harry to see the clouds around them. Almost as breath taking at flying on his broom. However, he was too wound up to really appreciate the view.

“I need to find my brother and get him out of here,” he growled at Tony, who just looked bemused by the Omega’s attempts to look threatening.

“I understand Harry, really I do. But I very much doubt Fury would have left your brother in a state he couldn’t handle. Remember what your brother is capable of,”

“But Damian has no idea about sexual relationships! He’s a shut in, a virgin! What if Loki takes advantage of him, or hurts him-“ Harry protested heavily, Tony pulled the younger man into his arm, letting him hide his face in his chest.

“Then I am absolutely certain your brother can handle him. If he’s anything like you then if anything happened he wasn’t completely into Damian would put a stop to it. And think about it, if Damian has a big plan in motion what if you derail it and that puts him in even more danger?” Harry sighed, he knew Tony was correct. Damian was very magically powerful, and he wasn’t a push over by any sense of the imagination. If he thought having sex with Loki was the right thing to do, then he’d do it, no matter how anyone else felt about it.

“I suppose you’re right,” he murmured. “I can check on him later,”

“That’s the spirit,” Tony cheered. The two laughed lightly and stared each other in the eyes. Harry wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt like he was being drawn towards Tony, he felt so safe, secure and reassured. He watched Tony’s eyes flick down to Harry’s mouth then back up at his eyes. Harry leaned closer, his lips parting ever so slightly. His eyes fluttered and Tony closed the gap.

Now, Harry didn’t want to get all cliched here but, wow.

Electric zipped across his skin from where their lips were connected, sending paths of heat and energy racing through him. Tony’s lips were soft yet held that firmness ever present in Alpha’s. Harry’s tail curled in on itself before wrapping around Tony’s thigh, holding him close, Tony gasped in surprise but pulled Harry even tighter into his body as his tongue licked at the Omega’s bottom lip. Harry willingly parted his lips and welcomed Tony’s tongue, the engineer tasted like blueberry’s and an underlying note of gunmetal. A taste that made Harry shiver.

The pair parted briefly, before pulling each other in again for another, deeper kiss.

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Damian finally awoke, his backside feeling very sore but all the muscles in his body relaxed and content. His magic was content and zipped across him in happy little jolts. A finger was gently running up and down his spine, giving him tingles. The wizard tilted his head up and met the emerald green eyes of his Alpha, Loki was watching him with a soft curl to his lip and all Damian wanted was to reach up and kiss him. So he did just that.

Loki hummed and pulled the sweet Omega close to him, rolled them over and covered his body with his own. Damian easily cradled Loki in his arms and spread his legs. The kiss didn’t turn overly heated, nor did their hands wander in the hopes of starting something more passionate. Instead it was simply a reaffirmation of the bond they now shared. Breaking apart Damian couldn’t help the deep purr from his throat as he mouthed at the mark on Loki’s neck, his mark.

It was rare for Omega’s to mark their Alphas, it was a carry over from when Alpha’s had their own harems and nests of Omega’s. Once marked an Omega cannot have another mate, nor can Alphas, it was only recently that medicine had created the means for marks to be removed, though it came with high risks.

“I believe I have to thank you my darling, for rescuing me from  my own mind,” Loki spoke, his voice sending shivers down Damian’s spine.

“Ah, well I could hardly leave you in there all alone now could i? would be a terrible waste of a Mage really,” Damian cheeked, Loki smirked and ran a hand over Damian’s belly. His little love was cheeky, powerful and brave, a perfect match for him really.

“All the same. You have my thanks, now I believe we should probably let my brother and that Director of yours know we are of safer minds to converse with. I have some plans that need waylaying by your Avengers,” Loki removed himself from Damians’ embrace, despite the Omega’s protest, and lifted the smaller male to his feet. Waving a hand he clothed his mate in soft fabrics of rich greens, making sure he was covered properly and their growing pup was safe. “We should also visit a healer of this world to see that you are not harmed by our mating, and see that our pup is growing well,”

Damian shot wide eyes down at his stomach and placed his palms against the flat skin there. There’s no way he was actually pregnant. But then again, with the Potter luck he and Harry had, it would go to plan that his first time ever having sex would see him pregnant. “Yes, we probably should. I need to speak to my brother as well, try and explain all of this,” Nervously he reached out for Loki’s hand who took it without hesitation and gripped it tight.

They both felt the zap of their bond at the contact and shared a smile. One of promise, and future.

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Fury was…actually not furious for a change. Apparently Loki had been trapped in his mind after he fell from the bifrost and landed in the clutches of a ‘Mad Titan’ who tortured him half to death, and when that didn’t work simply used magic to supress the man and place his own puppet. Just so he could create a bridge between the deep space nest the Titan was using and Earth.

Loki was perfectly happy to explain the plan, how he controlled the agents he used, how to stop the plan, and where the plan was supposed to happen. He even told them of the ambush Barton was leading, which allowed the Helicarrier to change their course ever so slightly to avoid the explosion from destroying one of their engines and to collect the wayward agents with little to no casualties on either side. Romanoff took care of Barton, Stark called into Stark Tower and had the employees sent home for the week without worrying about pay, and the Avengers suited up to go collect the Tesseract.

The Potters had been amiable to remain behind on the Helicarriers, not wanting to get in the way, something Fury had appreciated, but Loki had refused to leave Damian’s side, who apparently was pregnant with the Asgardians child, much to Thors’ delight. So Fury had allowed them to go along. As long as he got the tesseract back he didn’t really care.

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All in all, Damian thought the Battle of New York was a painfully boring one. And he couldn’t be happier about that. He’d had enough of fighting for a long, long time. It also meant that he could slip away from the hustle of the SHIELD agents at Stark tower to examine the Tesseract more closely and realise something; he didn’t want them taking that thing away with them. More over he didn’t want it on Earth full stop.

Something about the cube disturbed the Omega. Made his magic itch something terrible. So, while no-one was paying any attention to him, he simply used Geminio to duplicate the cube and banished the actual tesseract to a safe place only he knew about. The duplicate would eventually fade away but it would last for a few days at least.

Tony extended an invitation to let the Avengers crash at the Tower now and again when they were all in New York, Rogers had thanked him but said he preferred his apartment in Brooklyn, that it felt more like home to him. Bruce had only agreed after Tony promised to build him a hulk proof lab, Romanoff and Barton, (both of whom Damian like very much) were quick to agree. Barton obviously not wanting to be put back in the field just yet and Romanoff not wanting to leave her friend. Thor had apologised but said he and Loki would probably be needed on Asgard, something that made Loki grimace and tighten his hold on Damian’s waist.

Harry said he and Damian would probably be at their café most of the time, and everyone was more than welcome to pop in for a cup of tea, (somehow Damian wasn't supposed to see the looks Tony and Harry were throwing at each other, but he did. Everyone did, they weren't fooling anybody). Damian felt loathed to be separated from his Alpha, but apparently mortals weren’t allowed on Asgard, though surely that rule could be amended for True Mates.

“I will probably have to stand trial my love. While the All-father with see reason and accept my wrongdoing’s here as mental enslavement, he will probably still have to pass judgement on my actions with Jotenheim. And I don’t want him to learn of you just yet, nor our child. The All-father has a habit of mistrusting my off-spring,” he glowered later that day while to two were curled up alone in a guest room at Stark Tower. Damian felt his own distaste build up at the stories he had read growing up about the Children of Loki.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find them and bring them home. Though there is nothing I can do about Narfi and Vali,” Once again Loki was astounded by his Omega. Few Omega’s would willingly take in the offspring of their Alpha with another Omega, but it seems his mate was bound to surprise him. “Perhaps, one day you can tell me about them. I need names for our little one,” Damian continued, hands stroking his still flat belly idly. “To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to be a mother,” he admitted.

“Oh?” Loki replied, his own hand traveling to cradle his mate.

“It mostly stemmed from our childhood really, and the magical world itself. Omega’s aren’t abused by any means, but we are coddled to an extreme extent. And most Alpha’s just never appealed to me. And I worried my children would be in constant danger from Evil wizards, or manipulative headmasters. I’d convinced myself that it was better not to mate and settle down, though, I’m glad to have been proven wrong,” he turned his face to his mates throat and gently kissed the smooth skin there.

“As am I little love,” Loki replied. “As am I,”

Chapter 10

Summary:

Hello everyone!
I just want to explain something that keeps popping up in the comments. Yes Loki and Damian are true mates, but no Harry and Tony are not, but they are massively compatable on every level.
I did this because Harry had so much of his life controlled by others that it didn't feel right to give him a relationship he had no say in. Being compatable with Tony meant it was his choice to be with him not the universes.

The world was grey. Empty and boring. Hollow bleakness fills his chest at the long, endless days he has had to endure.

Okay, so Damian was being dramatic. Loki had only been gone for three days with Thor and Damian had been keeping busy doing as much research as he possibly could into Loki’s children, when Harry left him alone for longer than five minutes. Learning he was going to be an Uncle had spurred something in the older Potter and he had been almost glued to the other Omega.

So far Damian had managed to find several tracking charms that settled on the…darker sides of magic but he had a very good feeling about finding at the very least Jormungandr, he should be the easiest to find as he was supposedly on Earth. Fenrir was in a different…realm? Dimension? Damian wasn’t sure but if he stretched his magic as safely as he could in his current state then he’d find him.

Sleipnir was on Asgard, being treated as a common horse by Odin which wasn’t going to fly with Damian. He already had a plan to retrieve the poor boy right out from under that old fart. Hel was a more delicate matter. She could not leave Helheim, nobody could once they entered, not even Gods. But a simple gift would allow father and Daughter to see and converse with each other easily.

Damian was a Ravenclaw, he was smart, he could figure out how to strip the magic on a two-way mirror and re-create it in another pair of mirrors. Easy as pouring silk through your fingers.

For now, Damian watched as a locator crystal circled above an old map of the world. Sourced from around 800-1050 CE, yellowed and fraying at the edges with fading grid lines, it was the best map to use to figure out where Jormungandr might have been imprisoned. He grinned in triumph when the crystal dropped straight down in the Indian Ocean.

“And they say I should have become a teacher, phssh,” he cackled. Now, to escape the bakery without Harry crawling up his ass. Time for a phone call.

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Tony couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face. Damian had called him on Harry’s behalf to ask for a date in Central Park. He’d said it was common for family members, usually the parents, to set up outings for potential spouses or partners in Wizarding culture. Tony hadn’t hesitated to agree, and JARVIS had been happy to clear his schedule for the afternoon.

He pulled up outside the Bakery in one of his more modest cars, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Damian spotted him from the window and beamed, giving Tony good feelings about his approval.

“Tony! Come in, I’ll grab Harry help yourself to some muffins,” with that the Omega sped to the kitchen. The Bakery was quiet today, just a few betas’ browsing the bookshelves and an Omega nursing a lukewarm coffee. Commotion from the Kitchen drew his attention, and he watched as Damian pushed Harry through the doors. The Omega was wearing a soft-looking green sweater and jeans beneath an apron covered in flour and jam, his hair was the same messy locks as the last time they saw each other and his eyes were just as bright and enticing, but not a fluffy appendage in sight. Obviously some kind of cloaking mechanism to hide the ears and tail.

“But Damian-“ Harry was protesting but Damian wasn’t hearing it.

“Nope, I’m tired of you hiding away back here instead of being the so-called Brave Gryffindor you’re supposed to be and taking a chance on someone who obviously likes you, and who you obviously like. I also want to take a bubble bath without you thinking I’m gonna drown,” Damian snatched the apron off of Harry, straightened his hair and sweater and then shoved him towards the Alpha.

“Now, go. Be gone the pair of you. Tony is not to return you with your virginity intact!” he ordered.

“Damian!” Harry shrieked, face turned several shades of red and Tony could also feel his cheeks heat up at the insinuation, the customers giggled but made their way out of the Bakery at Damian’s sharp look. Tony handed Harry the flowers and wine.

“Um, I’m not expecting anything like that,” he started, unsure of himself when Harry levelled bright green eyes on him.

“Ignore my brother, he’s obviously being influenced by my niece,”

“Isn’t it a little early to know the gender?” Tony asked, Damian rolled his eyes and flipped the open sign to closed, he shook his head, and his ears popped back into existence, twitching about.

“Yes, even for Wizards a week is way too early. Harry is just convinced I’m having a girl,”

“What about you?”

“I can feel their magical cores, so I know I’m having triplets. The genders I’m less sure about, though a girl would be lovely. A little girl with Loki’s green eyes,” A dopey look entered Damian’s eyes as his sentence drifted off.

“Ugh, we’d better leave now before he gets all weepy. Has the nerve to complain about me moping but he’s sighing like a damsel in a Jane Austin novel,” With that Harry and Tony left the Bakery.

Damian made sure to wait ten minutes after the pair had left before locking up the shop and grabbing his cloak. He portkey’d to the closest point to Jormungandr’s location. He hired a boat and used magic to sail it right over the spot. Thankfully, with his pregnancy being so early it wasn’t too dangerous, and Thor had left a blessing on Damian before he left as well. An act that left his brother speechless and looking a little misty-eyed. His baby would be safe as Damian applied the bubble-head charm and dove into the warm water. He swam straight to the bottom and followed a point-me charm to a large rock-like fixture.

Damian laid a hand on the surface and concentrated his magic, sending a gentle, kind and warm brush to the being inside. A rumble answered him, and the rock moved, Damian found himself pinned by a large golden eye.

“Hello Sweet Love,” Damian muttered beneath his breath. One down.

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Harry returned late that night with a grin on his lips, and electricity racing beneath his skin. Arousal warmed his belly from the long kissing session he and Tony had together, with wandering hands and breathless giggles. They also had a second date planned for the following week; a simple dinner at an out of the way Italian place that Tony liked to go to when he wanted anonymity. They’d agreed not to go public with their…dalliance just yet, they wanted to enjoy getting to know each other better without the pressures of the media.

Harry truly hadn’t felt so connected to someone before. Unlike his brother Harry had tried his hand at dating a little bit, not just Ginny, but an Alpha or two as well. But they fizzled out quickly, but Tony brought something to life within him that he wanted to nurish and keep going. He could only hope Tony felt somewhat the same.

(What he didn’t know was that the moment Tony returned to Stark Tower he spent over an hour on the phone to Rhodey talking about Harry).

Walking into the flat above the shop Harry called out for his brother.

“Bathroom!” was the reply. Walking into the room Harry froze watching Damian wrestle with a small child. He was pale with messy dirty blond hair and extremely skinny, dangerously skinny. He was also releasing agitated hissing noises as he scrunched his face up and tried to dodge the Omegas’ hands.

“Yes yes, I know you’ve spent millenia trapped in the ocean and are sick of water, but my darling you have barnicals and need a proper bath. Then we can get some food into you, work with me here,” Damian begged, he’d been trying for twenty minutes to clean the boy. Finally he managed to get a solid grip on him and scrubbed him clean till his skin was a light rosy pink. “There, was that so hard my sweet?”

“Damian?” Harry asked, snapping out of his shock. “Care to explain,”

Damian pulled the plug and lifted the boy out of the tub, wrapping him in a large fluffy soft towel. The child made a satisfied hissing and snuggled into the folds of the fabric.

“This is Jormungandr, child of Loki and Angrboða, and me now,” Harry was again shocked silent. He knew his brother had a soft spot for kids, always had done, but it was rare for Omega’s to accept children of another Omega, the same was said about Alphas’. But Damian looked at the child with the warmest eyes he’d ever seen on him. Total acceptance, not even a hint of distaste or dislike.

“How many more?” he asked, he knew there was more. The myths said so, and Damian was too stubborn to not see it through.

“Well, two that I can collect but one I can’t. nobody can, but I’m working on it,”

“We’re going to need a bigger flat,”

“Already working on it,”

Chapter 11

Harry sighed. It had been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Damian was obviously suffering the effects of being separated from his Alpha. He was sensitive, a little paranoid and not sleeping very well. Even having Loki's biological children with him didn't ease the tension in him.

Jormungandr was being chased around the sizeable garden Damian had purchased for their family on the outskirts of New York. The six-year-old shrieked and giggled as another boy made a swipe for him. This boy was around ten years old with choppy dark hair and greyish-green eyes. He had a wolfish look about him with accompanied sharp fangs. Fenrir, oldest child of Loki and Angrboða and often described as a giant, monstrous wolf who was imprisoned by Odin to prevent Ragnarok.

Damian had disappeared on a Thursday evening after tucking Jormungandr into bed with a kiss and only returned an hour before dawn with an unconscious wolf pup in his arms. Both looked exhausted and Damian was covered in claw marks from the wolf. Fenrir didn't change into his human form for four days after that and kept himself attached to his younger brother, an obvious guard from the threat he perceived Damian and Harry as. It took Jormungandr having a screaming nightmare and Damian being the only person the child wanted to thaw some of the ice Fenrir had covered his heart in.

But Damian was missing his Alpha, badly. Separating Bonded mates was painful, but keeping True mates apart was even worse and Harry wasn’t sure what to do. Tony had been working with Banner and a Scientist called Jane Foster to repair the Bifrost but work was slow going on that front. Damian's pregnancy was advancing rather quickly as well which worried Harry, typically Male Omega pregnancies worked on the same time as Female ones, but they weren't sure about how Loki's genetics would factor in. As it was there was a definite bump in his lower abdomen where it should still be flat, even with having triplets. Damian's morning sickness had kicked in full force, and keeping food down was becoming difficult for him as well. Loki needed to return, and soon.

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Meanwhile, on Asgard Loki was currently imprisoned in his room in the palace while Frigga argued with Odin about his punishment. Odin had wanted to throw him in the palace dungeons for a few centuries but when Thor objected on account of Loki's True Mate Frigga had demanded clemency. Odin knew the law surrounding True Mates, they were practically universal, no-one wanted to upset that bond. Mostly because no-one knew where it came from.

Odin had relented and decided a years' imprisonment without contact to his mate would let the message sink in. Loki had forbidden Thor from mentioning the pup growing in his Omega, terrified of what Odin would do to his defenceless mate and their child. He couldn't lose any more children; he wouldn't survive it. Though he suspected his mother might have an inclination.

He was sitting at his window ledge with a book he’d read over a hundred times but always seemed to gravitate back to in times of mental stress. An old Asgardian Fairy tale book his mother had read to him, one he hoped to read to his child. Commotion in the hallway had him looking for the daggers that had been confiscated from him upon his arrest. Frigga burst through the door with Thor and a mortal woman alongside him.

“Loki, hurry you must go now!” Frigga urged her son towards a bookcase that she slid to the side to reveal a hidden tunnel, one Loki had no idea existed.

“What is happening?” he demanded.

“The Dark Elves have attacked,” Thor explained, attention split between the door and his female companion. “Father is leading Asgards forces against Malakai, but the attack was sudden and without warning so our forces are scattered. We must take Lady Jane elsewhere,”

“Why is she here?”

“I found something while looking for a way to fix the bifrost, this Malakai guy wants it, badly,” the woman explained, looking more and more weak as the minutes ticked by.

“We do not have time to explain further. I am sending you back to Midgard, to your mate. Stay out of trouble my son,” Frigga hurried the trio down the hidden corridor that stretched out to a cliff face on the outskirts of Asgard. “We shall see each other again soon my darlings,”

“Mother, come with us!” Thor implored. Loki gripped his mothers arms tight, echoing the statement. Her lies about his parentage had hurt, left scars along his heart and placed doubts about her love for him but he loved his mother, he would not abandon her here. She kissed her sons and held them tightly for a moment, then waved her hand and Loki felt himself slip through her grasp and fall into nothingness.

He landed with a painful thump on the ground and the sound of children's shrieks in his ears. The heavy, suffocating feeling that had found its home in his chest since being separated from his mate eased immediately as he sucked in a breath. Rolling over he saw a bright blue sky before the familiar hazel gaze of his mate replaced it, along with the scent of cinnamon and milk.

“Loki?” Damian breathed, astonished, fearful, and relieved all at the same time. He couldn’t help the instinct to pull his mate to him and capture soft sinful lips. Damian moaned at the contact, the constant itch in his brain at Loki not being their wiped away, their tongues danced and Damian slid his palms up and down Loki’s chest before burying them into his hair. Loki on the other hand, had a palm cupping Damian’s cheek, and the other wrapped around his waist and grasping a good handful of the Omega’s backside, pulling him close. Close enough to feel the growing bump of his womb against his body.

“My Love,” Loki purred into Damian’s mouth, nipping down his jawline towards his neck and their mating mark. Damian couldn’t help the gasps and moans as his body responded to Loki’s ministrations, an entire month away from his True Mate so soon after they bonded had been too much for him. He could feel his Omega’s need to reconnect with his Alpha, to re-establish their bond as intimately as possible, to drench himself in his Alpha’s scent. But he also knew something had happened, and they needed to speak about it first.

“Loki, Loki!” he took a grip of the mans hair and pulled his head back. Loki growled in arousal at the action, a sound that shot straight through the Wizard. “What happened? How are you here?”

Before he could answer Loki was tackled by two pups, who both called him ‘Father’. He looked into the boys faces and recognised them immediately. Fenrir, with his shaggy hair and grey-green eyes, and Jormungandr with his piercing golden gaze. His children. He looked at his mate who simply winked at him while fanning his face to cool himself from the intimate moment they had just shared.

“Sleipnir is next on the list. I’m just having a little trouble getting to Asgard at the moment,” he explained. Loki had always assumed love to be a trivial thing, sure he’d felt affection for Angrboða, and Sigyn, both of whom bore his children but hadn’t loved them. Not the way Frigga loved Odin, or how it was described in books. But looking at his mate, watching his mate look at his children with the love and fondness only a mother could feel, he was certain he was in love. He’d pull Yggdrasil from its roots and lay it before Damian’s feet if he could to prove it.

“Come, lets go inside and you and Thor can explain everything. Also, someone needs to see to Doctor Foster, she is not looking too good is she?” Damian instructed scooping Jormungandr into his arms. Loki scrambled to his feet and lifted his oldest to his chest and held him there tightly to follow his mate.

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The smouldering remains of Malakai’s fleet set a nice glow against the setting sun three days after Loki’s appearance at Damian’s home. His mate was currently trying to bribe Fenrir into eating some carrots. A feat that had the boy baring a fang at the Omega. Loki was trying very hard to control the natural impulse of throwing his mate on the nearest surface and ravishing him after the effortless display of magical power.

It seemed that Midgardian Magic really was something Loki needed to study more seriously. All Damian had done was collect several large stones, carve intricate runes on their surface and place them strategically around the estate. The minute Malakai’s ships entered with malicious intent towards any of the inhabitants of the house they blew up. Wards so powerful Loki could feel them from deep inside the building.

The few elves that managed to escape the wreckage had been quickly dispatched by several floral traps Damian had planted around the garden. Devils snare snatched them into the trees that hid the estate from view and smothered their screams, large venomous tentaculars shot out and ripped chunks of soldiers, swallowing flesh like fertiliser. Eventually it was only Malakai and his right hand lieutenant left. Damian had remained unimpressed and simply shot a green spell that dropped the pair, lifeless, to the ground and had Harry giving Damian a stern lecture about ‘Unforgivables’.

 “Fenrir Lokison, you will eat at least a third of the carrots on that plate or you will not have dessert,” Damian informed the boy sternly. Thor watched his brother stare stupidly at the Omega, a grin tugging at his mouth. He hadn’t waited very long to tell his mother all about the fiery young Omega who’d stolen Loki’s heart, though he didn’t tell her about the children growing inside him as he promised his brother.

Now that the threat of Malakai had been removed, they could focus better on Jane, and returning to Asgard.