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"Uh…"

"I'm just kidding, Cap. I had no idea who you were when I was a child and the only man I'm sexually attracted to is myself. You're far too blond for me." Harry caught sight of his reflection in a window and abruptly remembered he currently had blond hair. "Ah… You see, I'm not usually blond. I can just shapeshift because I'm a demigod with a god complex and a god with a god complex in my head." He paused. "Magic helps."

'I don't think it's a god complex if you're a god.'


Harry frowned. 'Well, I have a god complex, so everything I say is right; gods can, thusly, have god complexes.'


The Quinjet had begun to slow several minutes ago. Now, an agent wearing a parachute pressed the button next to the door, opening it and allowing a cold gust of wind to whip inside.

Harry breathed in a breath of freezing air and smiled.

"Our ETA to the DZ is—" a man began. Harry charged past him and threw himself out of the plane, chasing the source of magic he could already feel. Some of it was Asgardian, and some of it was completely alien to him, which was very alien, seeing as Harry was basically an alien.

Flicking his wand, he brought a gust of wind up behind him and flew forwards, falling towards the lights of the city below.

A minute later, and he was still falling, with less than five hundred metres left before he hit the ground. On the ground, where he sensed the magic, he saw a man wearing gold and green—no, five men—wearing gold and green standing over a kneeling crowd. He couldn't make out any facial features from such a distance, but it was safe to say that it was Loki and a few illusions of Loki.

Harry adjusted his course accordingly, hoping to land on top of a building. He slightly misjudged his course and instead hit the edge of the wall, smashing through concrete until he hit a steel bar, bent it completely out of the shape and was sent tumbling towards the pavement a few stories below.

He impacted the concrete with a groan and climbed to his feet, rolling his head on his shoulders. His entrance seemed to have gained the attention of Loki-Two, who stared at him.

Without much of a pause, Harry moved towards him, who he immediately noticed was the real one, only partially due to the massive sceptre he was holding and partially because Loki was erasing his ability to fall for Loki-Two's illusions.

Loki-Two smiled. "Have you come to stop me, mortal?"

Harry glanced over the crowd and saw that none of them were hurt. "Well, as far as I can see, you haven't done anything illegal, so no."

"Nothing illegal? I killed a man a few minutes ago—I've killed dozens over the past few days."

"Well, I can't see that far, can I?" Harry shook his head. "Honestly, you're more of an idiot when you're physical. And, anyway, as an American law enforcement agent, I have no clearance to operate on German soil."

Loki-Two seemed to not have anything to say.

"I also don't really know the German laws anyway, except the age of consent and those concerning the trafficking of cocaine, fairy dust, and prostitutes. I can't be sure if murdering people is illegal."

"Of course. What reason would there to be to outlaw murder?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "That's what I've always said! Dude, we're pretty similar." He glanced at Loki's clothes and his own. "We even have the same fashion sense. Capes are pretty awesome, huh? Here, want to try on my crown?" Harry took the crown from his head and tossed it at Loki, who reflexively snapped out a hand to catch it.

He probably hadn't thought the guy wearing a cape and crown was much of a threat. That was why he was caught completely unaware when the liquid explosive Harry had borrowed earlier and put on the crown a few moments prior detonated against his hand.

Harry surged forward, wand snapping out and firing a barrage of spells even as Loki-Two arced through the air. All four stunning spells connected, and Loki-Two bounced off the pavement before rolling to a stop, his sceptre a few feet away from him.

"Well," Harry said, "that was anti-climactic."

He glanced around to make sure that it wasn't an illusion. When he turned back around, he saw that it was not, seeing as the supposedly stunned Loki-Two was back on his feet, holding the sceptre.

Harry sighed and whipped his wand through the air, sending a second barrage of stunning spells. Loki spun his sceptre, blocking two and dodging the rest as he rushed forward.

Having readied himself for close combat, Harry was not prepared when a beam of energy ripped from the top of Loki-Two's staff and caught him in the stomach, sending him flipping backwards, head over heels. He impacted the ground and rolled, back to his feet.

'Well, I've never done that before,' Loki said. 'Looks like I've got some new toys.'


Confusion was written across Loki-Two's face. For a moment, Harry thought he was shocked at his survival of the blast.

'Your illusions have failed.'

Well, that explained Loki-Two's surprise.

"Yes," Harry said. "Before you ask, I am you from the future, and I have come back to warn you not to kill me or be moody at Christmas, otherwise, there'll be a paradox."

Not giving Loki any time to process what he had just said, Harry charged forward, firing a wall of force that Loki was unable to disperse in time; it slammed into him like a truck and flung him against a building. Still, his grip on his sceptre remained tight.

Harry surged forward, firing another wave of force. This time, Loki slipped straight through it without it affecting him, dashing to meet Harry. With a flex of his mind, Harry turned his wand to a spear.