"I always knew you'd come. I never wanted to be alone. I just knew you would come for me."

Loke sat there holding the small body in his arms as fiercely as he could without harming him. It was during this time that the thought that his son was much smaller than he expected for being almost three and a half.

As he shifted slightly to rub his larger hands along his little Harolds back his offspring seemed to flinch and oh so slightly hiss as Loki's fingers brushed down his spine.

Narrowing his eyes even more as even more thoughts raced through his mind on why his son was shoved in a cupboard under the stairs, why he seemed so small and why he was flinching as light touches across his back. Not liking the implications his mind was coming up with the Asgardian pulled back ever so slightly so as to confront his little on, however upon looking into eyes so toxically green (and so not unlike his own) only to see pain and sadness halted the words on his tongue so fast they almost chipped a tooth.

Not quite knowing how to speak to his son after so long (as the last time he had seen him his little one could only just call him papa) he simply settled for a reassuring smile and a small caress on the head.

Looking up through long lashes as black as a raven's wing into eyes as similar as his own, young Harry was feeling a bit overwhelmed and had no idea what to do.

The throwing himself at the man who claimed to be his father was not something he had intended however it had just seemed so right at the time. It was only after he had been in the man's arms did he realize his mistake however his scent had seemed so familiar and so right that he couldn't hope to feel any kind or regret now.

Thinking back on how Loki – no his dad- had said he was his son and that meant he had family and maybe. Just maybe his wishing had been granted and he could leave this place.

"umm Da-uh- Loki? Erm. Sir? What should I call you?"

An odd look seemed to flash across his dad's face, kind of like when Dudley would throw his toys at harry just to make him cry.

"You can call me anything you like I would prefer you call me dad but I understand if you don't feel comfortable with that yet."

Harry smiled and the only thing it could be compared to would be a supernova.

"I'd like that. Dad"

Loki grinned just a small amount in return to the form of address.

Slightly less nervous it seems from that small interaction Harry asked his most important question.

"Now that you've found me are you takin' me away?" Was the whispered question.

Loki didn't even need to see it shining in his eyes the question was so full of hope and longing it was yet another blow to the gut.

"absolutely. As if anyone could stop me from taking my little trickster home now."

A loud and booming "Good riddance" from behind them brought attention to the fact that small family was not as alone as they both thought they were.

Both sets on toxic green eyes snapped up to look and the overly large form of Vernon Dursley standing in the hallway with Petunia at his back peeking around his rather large girth to spy upon the happenings in his house.

Being reminded of said humans brought the God back to the wayward thoughts of what kind of treatment his son must have endured thanks to these people.

And now looking at his little one he could see oven more signs of neglect and abuse, there was material practically draped over his small thin birdlike shoulders and light bruising along his right cheek.

Seeing this brought the god into an absolute rage and the temperature in the house plunged to dangerously cold levels.

Both adults at the end of the hall shrunk back at the obvious display of magic and started to tremble ever so slightly from the loss of heat in the vicinity.

Without moving his gaze from the mortals in front of him the Asgardian made to stand up to exact righteous fury made justice upon them.

"And what exactly have you done to my son for him to be in the condition he's currently residing" Loki hissed though his teeth.

It wasn't until he was halfway standing from his kneeling position that he felt the tiny hand on his clothes pulling to get his attention once more. Looking to his offspring he had to quickly rearrange his face so none of his cold fury was directed at Harold.

"Please don't"

Stumped beyond any reason Loki quarried "And what am I not doing?"

"Please don't hurt them. I don't care anymore. Can't we just go?" Pleaded Harry

Loki simply stared at his son for several long moments and sighing. Grumbling under his breath about how much like his mother he was for pleading for these types of things he assented to Harry with a nod and small smile. "Yes. Let us leave and go home."

The beaming smile was worth the postponing of vengeance. For Loki knew he would come back later when he was alone to deal with these maggots when his little one wasn't around.

Taking Harolds small delicate hand in his much larger one they both moved to the front door intent on leaving.