Chapter 16: His mind
Harry liked to think of himself as a mature adult - he really did. He believed that he had evolved into something more than the angry and impulsive kid he had been in his youth. He believed, that he had finally grown up. Perhaps grown-up was the wrong word to use; he knew that he had been forced to grow up far too young, and it wasn't like his guardians had ever considered him a child. But with everything he had been through, he honestly thought he would have gained a little control over his life by now, but….
…who was he kidding? Harry knew that he still had one hell of a temper, and a concise one at that, when it came to his loved ones. So now, when he suddenly found himself almost abandoned by his blond, so-called brother-in-law, he could not help but feel irritation bubble under the surface of his skin, making his magic lash out in waves.
There was a steady, yet rushed humming in his blood that didn't help at all; he knew that he didn't have time for this. Whatever Loki was up to, with every moment that passed, he was a step closer to doing something that would be devastating. Harry knew this, he could feel the dread in the air like death hovering over the bed of a dying man. As if agreeing with him, a cold gust of wind hit his warm and sweaty skin, making a shiver travel down his spine. Yeah, this was so not his cup of tea, he thought, holding back an annoyed growl.
Follow me, Thor had said. Harry gritted his teeth, his wings were beating behind him, straining his already sore back. "Follow him straight into a war zone, without any care in the world…how in the nine realms did he even survive into adulthood?" Harry grumbled as he tried to speed up after the blond oaf, still reeling from him abandoning him to run off into the fight. Honestly, he believed they all had Loki to thank for Thor surviving this long.
But Harry could not understand why he made it sound so easy? Follow me, like it was the easiest thing to do, follow a damn flying hammer. Well, surprise, surprise, it was not that easy. But then again, when was Harry's life ever easy? Of course, Hermione would be furious with him if she ever found out about this. Furious, that he willingly flew into a battle zone. Thankfully, there was a big -if- in that sentence, and he would not voluntarily put himself in that position, no thank you, he was smarter than that.
Harry gained more altitude in the hope of preventing crossing another alien determined to slow him down. But as he did, he gained some perspective, he could barely see the silhouette of the thunder god so far in front of him, and then in only a blink of the eye, he was gone from his sight.
"Blimey, it's like he thinks it's easy to fly with wings like this than a flipping magic hammer," Harry continued to mutter, irritated. He blew out some air between his clenched teeth as he tried to ignore the burning sensation that was now creeping up his spine.
Why couldn't he have slowed down for Harry to at least have a chance to keep up? Honestly, Harry had technically learned how to fly on his own barely a month ago. It wasn't like Harald's memories were of any use to him as far as flying was concerned. Flying was a completely different type of memory, namely muscle memory, muscle memory to fly fast and far that he did not have.
Why couldn't his good for nothing past life be of more use? It was not like he asked for these memories nor to be the so-called reincarnation of Harald. Honestly, he had started to wish that he wasn't; he had enough problems in his life even before gaining another life's worth of problems.
A painful jab shot through Harry's body, and he held back the scream that threatened to tear its way out of his throat. His whole body suddenly locked up, his wings convulsing, and he suddenly noticed that he was losing height. He could see the ground getting closer and closer as the wind tore at him like a rag doll.
As suddenly as he had lost control of his body, he regained it. Harry blinked in shock as the pain suddenly disappeared and flung out his wings, catching the cold wind again and halting his fall. The air burnt his throat as he breathed in rapidly, he tried to look around after what could have attacked him, but he couldn't sense anything to explain it.
He started to pat himself down—noticing nothing out of the ordinary. He frowned as he stared up at the sky like it had the answers he was seeking. What the bloody hell was that? It had almost felt like his insides were being torn apart, like his very soul wanted to separate from his body and fly away off on its own.
For a brief moment, Harry thought that everything around him had come to a halt like someone had pressed pause. Was the pain connected to Loki? It was possible. A sudden movement to his right made him look up only to stare at the alien that was hovering not far from him, with a spear pointing at Harry and a face almost entirely covered apart from the eyes.
As Harry caught the creature's eye, he could feel the shift in the air, and then the alien gave out a high pitch shout, and suddenly there were a lot more of them swarming behind him, coming to a stop behind their apparent leader. Harry saw one of the creatures pull back its arm with what looked like an arrow, and in a matter of seconds, everything went from bad to worse.
"Well shit." His sore wings were already pushed to the limit; he couldn't stay airborne for too much longer, and he would fail to lose them in his current state.
The sudden whistle of the strange arrow shot through the air towards him, and he dodged it, only to have the other aliens attack with the roar of their hovercrafts. There was no way he could win a fight like this, so Harry did what he could and dropped down to the ground. His wings folded at his back as he decided an airdrop was the best way to gain some distance.
Another attack sped past him, and he pushed himself to go faster. A new screech could be heard from above, and Harry spared a glance upward as he dodged yet another attack. Two whale-like beasts dropped down from the portal in the sky, long sharp flippers flapped in the air as they gained their balance, and their vast mouths opened in chilling war cries as the whale creatures dwarfed the skyscrapers around them and shook their foundations.
Aliens flew all around him now, and if he remembered correctly, they were called Chitauri, not that it mattered at the moment. People were screaming below him as they ducked out of the way of the falling debris that came after another hit missed Harry but got a building instead.
Although Harry had learned to be a little bit more careful in a war zone, especially when he had enemies hot on his tail, he still was, and was always going to be, a Gryffindor at heart. So, the moment his eyes fell upon a disturbing sight on the ground, he imminently changed direction without thinking, not caring about his pursuer; he had planned to go down anyway.
Harry watched as the young child, trapped between a group of aliens, outnumbered and surrounded, was backed into a corner as the people around him had abandoned him in their flee to security. Harry felt the energy collect in his outstretched hand, and the first spell left his lips as soon as he was close enough.
" Confringo"
The magic happily obeyed him as he called upon it; the spell hit one of the aliens, making it explode, successfully gaining the others' attention.
Harry turned his hand around at the aliens behind him, "Bombarda Maxima."
Before he knew it, the wall close to his pursuer exploded in a shower of rocks and concrete, blasting them away. The rest of the grounded aliens looked up at him and gave off an irritating war cry before they too started to shoot at him with everything they had.
Harry dropped to the ground and cast another confringo at the closest alien simultaneously. He took up an abandoned spear as he dodged a shot sent his way. He looked over at the child that had yet to move from his hiding spot, only staring at the scene in front of him with wide, scared eyes.
Too young to be on a battlefield, too young to see these horrors.
Harry sent another stunning hex at the nearest enemy and then another and another, making blue blood explode from their bodies as the spell hit them in the head.
Skidding to a halt in front of the boy's hideout, he threw up a golden barrier around them, attacks bouncing off the shimmering surface. Harry tried not to be sick by sight before him. No matter how many times he had fought in a bloody battle, he would never get used to it.
Death was thick in the air, and he felt how all the energy vibrated all around him. The feeling of a soul leaving its body made his skin crawl, and he felt dirty, alien or not, it had been alive and sentient enough to act and think and feel. Not to mention that battles were always chaotic, and there were causalities whether he wanted it or not.
Harry's brain was now on autopilot - split-second decisions were made in the blink of an eye; he stunned them, hurled bricks at them, dodged, and sent explosive spells at the creatures.
"Get down!" Harry ordered the boy, shocking him out of whatever trance the boy had been in, as he pressed the boy down to the ground as an attack was aimed straight at them. The shield exploded above them as Harry covered the now screaming boy with his own body, debris falling around them together with residual magic.
For a second, the only thing Harry could hear was an annoying ringing noise and his heartbeat pulsing in his ears, deafening. But then, he could suddenly feel the energy from the young muggle underneath him as the small body shook in fright.
Harry raised his head, trying to ignore how his vision swirled as he remembered where they were and looked around for the enemy, only to be met with black, scorched ground and cars around them as the magic had backfired, taking out most of the aliens around them. Harry let out a heavy breath he didn't know he was holding. Slowly his ears stopped ringing, and he looked down at the kid.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Harry's eyes scanned him from head to toe but couldn't see any wounds, some minor scratches on his forehead and hands, perhaps his knees too but otherwise nothing. The boy, who looked around 10 or 11 years old, looked up at him with wide brown eyes and shook his head.
"Good, we need to get you out of here. Do you know if your parents are close?" He said as he stood up and shook out his wings.
"N-o…..M-my Aunt and…and my Uncle was with m-me," The child stammered out, and Harry saw how tears threatened to spill out of the boy's eyes.
"Hey, hey chin up, little one," Harry said and kneeled. They did not have time for tears right now. "I'm certain that they got to safety and looking for you, okay? So no tears, save them until you are safe. Okay?"
The boy bit his lip so hard that Harry feared he would draw blood but then gave a short nod, eyes staring up at him, "okay, I-I won't cry, Mr. Angel."
Harry felt his brow twitch at the new nickname, but Before Harry could correct the child, a vibrating war cry came from one of the enormous monsters that flew in between the buildings, and suddenly there was no time to think things through. The sound of stomping feet reached him, and he looked over his shoulder at the new batch of aliens that were walking closer to them.
"We better get out of here," Harry said as he scooped the body up in his arm, "I hope you are not afraid of heights," he said as the child stared back at him and shook his head.
"No, only s-spiders."
Harry could not help to snort at that, "You and me both, now hold on," Harry spread out his wings, ignoring the pain he felt by the action, and they shot up into the sky, leaving the aliens shooting at them from the ground.
The smell of burnt flesh coated the air, but Harry ignored it as he flapped his wings even harder than before, now with his extra burden. He held the child close and felt tiny arms around his neck, almost suffocating him as the boy's hands gripped his hair.
A red and gold metal robot flew around with a long trail of aliens, going somewhere Harry could not see as he avoided clashing with it only to have the boy in his arms shout out in alarm. Harry swayed to the side at the exact moment a hovercraft shot up behind them, narrowly missing them both.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he avoided another hovercraft with an alien that had a nasty snarl on his face and a very deadly-looking gun pointed at them. He could not do anything other than evade and dodge as he tried to locate a safe place to leave the child.
"Mr. Angel, down there," the boy pointed down to a large group of people hurrying into a building; Harry nodded as he aimed for that group and landed in front of one of the policemen directing the flow of the people.
Harry put the child down; he looked up at the police officer. "Have any room for one more?" He asked as the small brown-eyed child stared up at him with wide doe eyes, his hands not letting go of Harry's clothes as he put his wings close to his back and let them melt into his body.
"O-of course!" The policeman said.
"Good, I don't know where his guardians are"
"We take care of him." The man nodded and put a hand on the child's shoulder.
Harry nodded, satisfied with the answer, looking down at the child that stared up at him, not yet loosening his grip on Harry's clothes.
Harry hunched down and smiled softly at him; honestly, the child reminded him of a tiny, scared centaur foal back home with the same wide eyes.
"You did well, I knew it was scary, but you need to be brave now, alright?" Harry said. The boy nodded and slowly let go of his grip. "Good, I hope that next time we meet under better circumstances."
The boy nodded again and gave him a small smile. "Yes! Thank you."
Now free from the child's clutches, Harry didn't waste any time as he started to run down the street, trying to find out where he was or, more importantly, where Loki was. He closed his eyes and let his senses spread out, like an impulse that searched a larger area but now was only focused on Loki.
Harry's gaze suddenly turned to the tower where the portal was still open, dropping out new batches of enemies down below. Then he felt it, a slight tug of his magic, and suddenly something gold caught his eye; for a second, he thought that it was a golden snitch. Harry stopped in his tracks, trying to see whatever that was, and then when the flicker happened again, he felt how his heart started to speed up. Something told him that he needed to get back to the portal and the tower.
There was no way he could fly there, so he pictured his destination in his mind and pulled on his magic. Harry closed his eyes, and then he appeared in the same place he had done before and drew in a harsh breath.
For a brief moment, his heart stuttered in his chest. The eyes that met his felt so wrong; no longer were they the exact shade of the killing curse he had grown to know in his memories nor the moss green color of the wooden floor. No, Loki's eyes were a sea blue color. Yes, he remembered that his eyes had been…wrong from his previous visions, but there was a huge difference between seeing him from a reflection perspective and in the flesh.
As Harry had appeared before Loki, his head had snapped up, weapon ready to fire at his command, yet his whole body froze at the mere look of the young male in front of him. Neither moved as they sized each other up.
"Well, what do we have here?" Loki hummed in his recognizable deep voice as he slowly strolled towards him. "If it is not the lovely reflection in his true flesh, how delightful."
Harry blinked; the bond firmly closed between them as he felt Loki's curiously probe it. "Unfortunately, I cannot say the same," He croaked out, his throat suddenly feeling too raw with emotion that Harry suspected was not his own, yet in as way entirely his own. It was all so strange, he had all these memories and feelings for this man from Harald, and they were like his own, yet his mind screamed that he did not know this person in front of him. That Loki was a stranger to him.
Loki chuckled darkly. "Well… it was your fault now, was it not?" he shrugged as it was the most obvious thing; he looked over Harry again with an exciting twinkle in his unnervingly blue eyes.
"I can feel your power much better than before. This unique tingle." Loki let his eyes rake over Harry's body, taking in the slender male, from his noticeable muscle to the long black hair that was messily captured in a braid. "Are you perhaps a seiðr?" Loki tilted his head.
Harry swallowed hard; his gaze followed the leather-clad warrior in front of him; as he couldn't answer him, his throat locked up. A knowing smile adorned Loki's lips as he took a small calculated step to the side, not letting the male out of his sight.
"No," hummed Loki, "it does not feel like that kind of magic, something else maybe, a creature? Hybrid? Perhaps a Half-blood?" He looked at him thoughtfully, and Harry swallowed as he tried to moisten his dry throat.
"No, you don't feel like a mortal at all…. what are you?" Loki hummed, intrigued as his eyes scanned Harry. "Well, that is a question for another date, perhaps. Why not come and work for me instead? We can make a pretty good team, and the world will be at our feet; what do you say?"
"No, thank you…. I'm alright, with my mind intact," Harry forced out, turning so that he always had Loki in front of him.
Loki raised a well-managed brow, "Pity, you would have made a pretty addition to my army" he shrugged, "Then why are you here? To stall me? Sorry to tell you, beautiful, but I have already won this battle."
"Not exactly," Harry answered, "I honestly could not care less about this so-called war you want to start." Lies, he did care.
The black-haired demigod looked at him before chuckling. "Do I have to remind you that I'm the God of lies?" He hummed, amused, quickly spotting the lie.
Harry snorted, feeling how his control had started to return, "to be the god of lies, you also need to know the whole truth, and I have the feeling you are missing out a lot of that."
Loki slowed in his path, "you speak the truth mortal, yet, I have the feeling there is more to your words than you let on."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong," Harry smiled, feeling more and more in control than before; he could do this. Loki's weakness had always been his emotion; he had always felt too much. Poke too hard at his pride and ego and he would lose it. But now that he had Loki right before him, what could he do to break the hold that was on his mind?
"Do you want to do this again?" Loki sighed.
"That was always a flaw of yours. Thinking that you always knew best, even when you did not, you always fled to your library to find the answer or draw up a well-placed lie." Harry looked intensely at Loki, hoping that he would see any kind of recognition.
But there was nothing. Why was that? Harry had no idea. From Thor's reaction, he looked like Harald or was very similar, yet Loki did not react at all.
"It was something I know that Harald always loved about you, your curiosity and willingness to learn whatever it took." Harry had a small hope that seeing him would trigger some memory from Loki, but whatever Harald's damn aunt had done looked like it had caused a lot of damage.
But the connection was still there, Harry thought, Loki had answered him, hell, he had even traveled to some kind of mirror world and talked to him through the reflection! So there was still a tiny connection between them.
Loki laughed lowly, "who? That name doesn't mean anything to me," yet, there was a sting inside his chest that Loki found annoying at the mention of that name.
"But it should, it be proof enough that there something is not quite right with your mind Loki, let me help you," Harry breathed out.
Loki glared at him and gripped the scepter even harder, "Why should I take any help from you? Especially when there is nothing…." Loki's words faltered as he held back a wince, yet he composed himself quickly "…wrong with m-e," he gritted out, the scepter suddenly tumbling from his hands as he gripped his head in pain.
Harry felt hope bloom inside of his chest, he had seen it, it had been only for a second as Loki had faltered in his speech, but his eyes had shifted. There was no way that Thanos had ultimately gained control over Loki's mind; his mate was far too powerful to let that ever happen.
"NO!" Loki's whole face froze, eyes narrowing. "Do…not. Speak of things you know nothing about." Then, his voice suddenly getting a dangerous hint to it, "…. My actions are my own, and no one else's," he snarled like a wounded animal.
Loki suddenly appeared behind Harry as the illusion faded in front of him. And Harry barely had any time to react. "Now, die!" The arrogant tone in Loki's voice was a giveaway that he thought this was all over, as he raised the dagger above his head and brought his arm down to end this annoyance before him.
Their surroundings suddenly shifted in the blink of an eye, and Harry turned around, arm raised only to let out a painful scream as the dagger planted itself into his arm, warm blood coating the silver blade. Harry sent a spell at Loki as he jumped backward, suddenly looking like he could not believe what he had done.
The burning sensation spread down Harry's arm as the blade had most likely gone right through his arm, but he did not think it had broken any bone or artery, but then again, he was not a healer, and frankly, there was no time.
"Is that the worst you can do? Stab someone in the back; that is your memo, is it not?" Harry gritted out, holding his injured arm close as the burning sensation became almost numb as he cast a blood stop spell over the wound.
"Silence!" Loki lashed out; a blast of green light flickering off of his hand as he dove down to the scepter before lashing out once more.
Harry blocked the swing from the staff, his legs gave way under pressure, and the blow vibrated through his injured arm as he did so. In an attempt to get away, Harry struck out his leg and hit Loki straight in the side. The kick managed to get Loki to back away from him before Harry sent a bone-churning hex.
Loki just raised the staff and blocked it with a scowl on his face.
"Stop this madness, Loki; this is not you." Harry breathed out, flexing his finger in an attempt to gain back some of the feeling in his arm.
"Do shut up. You sound like that blond buffoon; how could a mere human know what I am?" Loki sneered as he shifted his body so that he could keep Harry in his line of sight.
"Because I know you, Loki," Harry said as he had his arms up before him.
A flash of annoyance flickered across Loki's face before it turned into an ugly sneer again. "You know nothing!"
"I know enough," Harry countered, ducking from a blue light thrown at him and putting up a shield for the next one to hit.
Harry shot another stinging hex that hit the hand that Loki was holding the staff with —making the scepter fall with a clatter and roll away a few feet from them as Loki staggered back in slight surprise. Loki made an annoyed sound, reaching behind him, and grabbed the dagger again before he lunged it at Harry from a distance.
Harry dodged the attack, but not before he felt a new shift in the air, an outside source, as something was approaching the tower, fast. Seconds later, the large, green body of the Hulk was visible.
"Hulk, no!" Harry tried to stop the green beast, but there was no chance to stop him at this speed without hurting him; for a second, fear shot through Harry as he saw his aunt's lifeless body hurling into the wall instead of Loki and his whole being stiffened. But before Harry could react, Loki moved, the demigod was furious about the interruption.
"Enough of this!" Loki snarled, "you are all beneath me!" He roared as he stood up in anger from the rubble, "I'm a god, you dull creature…."
The green monster did not care a damn about what he was saying, and without any further ado, grabbed Loki's leg and began to whack him again and again into the ground. Creating a crater on the floor as he did.
"NO!" his body moved without him noticing, and before the Hulk could do more damage to Loki, a shield was created around Loki, zapping Hulk so hard that he was forced to let him go.
The green monster shook his head from the shock; it was like the electricity had only slightly dazzled him. Hulk roared in frustration as he hit his fists against the barrier. The force he used made the shield dig further down into the already destroyed ground, destroying the floor beyond repair.
Harry appeared right before the monster and the shield as he felt the surface crack underneath the raw strength. His wings flared out in an attempt to look bigger and more dangerous than he actually was at the moment.
"Don't!" Harry snarled as he stood ready to protect in front of his mate, one arm out in front of him, ready to blast Hulk away.
"Don't you dare hurt him anymore!"
Hulk roared in frustration; his saliva flew around Harry as he did, and the breath left a lot to be desired, but Harry did not move. Instead, sparks flew over his body as he collected more magic and energy around him, ready to fight the other one if necessary.
"Puny god bad, bad as the witch! Fairy moves!" Hulk roared and hit the ground in frustration.
"No! It is not his fault," Harry defended and threw out his arm. "Look, he is down now; he will not hurt anyone."
" Hulk punish bad man!" Hulk grunted out, poison green eyes staring him down, not liking the fairy challenging him over his pray.
"Not his fault," Harry growled.
"If you take even one step closer, I will not hesitate to hurt you, Hulk, Friend or not; I won't let you hurt my mate," Harry threatened with a dark and dangerously low voice.
He could almost feel the displeasure oozing from Hulk, but he hadn't attacked. Surely that must mean something. Harry slowly showed the beast his hands, like a small sign that he was willing to stand down if the other was too.
"I do not want to hurt you, Hulk, please," Harry pleaded as he slowly put his hands down. "Don't."
Hulk snorted, but then after a few seconds of staring, he heaved a massive, annoyed exhale and lowered his arms.
"I will handle this, please?" He was so close if he only could get Hulk out of here…." There are more worthy challengers outside there. You have seen the big one? Right?" Harry asked as he saw a flicker in the toxic green eyes as he looked out.
Hulk snarled, displeased, not liking the idea of letting go of his prey, yet he didn't want to hurt the fairy, and the big thing outside put up more of a fight than the puny god on the floor had done.
Then Hulk stiffly nodded, "Hulk will let Fairy handle puny god."
Harry exhaled shakily, thanking merlin for the small mercies. As Hulk jumped away, Harry could feel himself relax his stance slightly. A low whining sound came from the crater behind him, causing Harry to quickly dismiss the barrier and sink to his knees next to Loki. He quickly checked his body for injuries and did a diagnostic spell. Harry loved that his idiotic soulmate was a demigod; injuries like these were thankfully not life-threatening but enough to immobilize him.
"Loki?" Harry asked, but the man didn't even stir as Harry touched him.
Harry knew that he would not get a better chance to help Loki than this. So he closed his eyes and concentrated on their now slowly opened connection before he started to leak his magic into Loki's mind. Harry shuddering at the sickening sensation, swiped over him; he drew his hand back as he felt the body underneath him stir, and Loki suddenly opened his eyes. Only to stare up at the ceiling with a green-blue gaze, unseeing and dead to the world. Harry swallowed hard around the rock in his throat as he let his finger rest against Loki's sweaty forehead, slipping into his scarred and scrambled mind.
He had never liked to use this kind of mind magic and could not precisely say that he was good at it. His failed lessons with Snape were proof of just that. But there was a big difference in the situations, especially when he was now trying to penetrate his other half. Whether he liked it or not, they were connected on a deeper plane.
Harry knew that he would do what he could as carefully as he could. So slowly, he started to sink into his mediative state and gaze into Loki's being. The first thing transmitted over to Harry was Loki's senses; it was as if all were thrown at him at once. Like a dam that had started to crack or overflow.
There was doubt, denial, disbelief, and pain. Such a tremendous amount of pain was tearing through Loki's shattered soul. It was almost like the sensation was stuck on repeat. Harry bit down on his bottom lips so hard that he could feel the metallic taste of blood as he tried to keep it all together. Harry could not withdraw, not now when he was so close. The warm body beside him was proof that he needed to endure it.
But Loki's mind was so damaged, this was nothing like the original chaos Harry remembered and associated with the memories of Loki. Instead, Loki's memory was all fun and excitement blended in the chaos, like how Loki always wanted everything to circulate around him. Loki thrived in the chaos, loved the mischievous minor pranks he could create, stir the pot, so to speak, and he loved to be in the center of said chaos.
But this was a different kind of chaos; it was too evil, too uncontrolled, and tainted with madness.
Harry was so damn close, he could feel it - he could truly feel it, Loki's magic that was shimmering underneath the surface. Still there and not completely gone. But that was not the only thing he could feel; Loki's magic was tainted with something else that was enveloping the demigod's mind, something far too dark and evil to be his mate.
Harry closed his eyes again, and this time he let his consciousness touch Loki's, not just his magic. Unfortunately, as soon as he touched Loki's mind, he sucked in a gulp of air… this was worse than the simple mind manipulation his aunt had mentioned.
There was no other word for it than a memory loop. And that memory loop was playing again, and again, and again inside of Loki's mind. Every time Loki would gain a little bit of hope, a small glimpse of defiance, the memory loop was set to activate, and Loki would be forced to break down underneath it one more time until he truly broke.
And by the state Harry could feel Loki's mind and soul was in, seeing how fragmented and shaken the very foundation was, so many parts of Loki's soul were suppressed, and even more elements were damaged.
This was not his aunt's work; it was too… too… No, Harry had no words for this horror, but he knows that Thanos had played a considerable part in this mind-blowing torture. They had been using all the memories they could to turn Loki against his family, to turn him against himself.
Harry sucked in a deep breath as the memory started again. But this time, Harry was with him as the memory began again, and he let it drag him under, the void opening up in front of him as he was sucked into Loki's mind and his memory loop.
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