(A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys.)

Mom, Paul, and Gandalf laughed. "No, Percy, I'm not Gandalf." Not-Gandalf turned, and I saw a pair of twinkling blue eyes looking back at me. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am a son of Trivia. (That's the Roman Form of Hecate, Right?)

"Oh! Hey man, what are ya doing here?"

"Visiting friends. Your mother was one of my most brilliant students. A very good witch, powerful, and kindhearted; an unusual combination."

"Cool! So um, Dumbledore, why did you wish to meet me? Wait.... Did you say wit-" The man just chuckled, before looking at Mom.

"He is a wizard, Perce. So is Paul." Mom told me. She held up a stick, and muttered something. A mug of coffee flew into her hands. She gave me an i'm-so-sorry-i-didn't-tell-you-earlier look.

"Albus here is the Headmaster of a Wizarding School in England, which was where I did my schooling. You would have gone there too, or maybe to a Magic School here in the US if not for the prophecies. Demi-Wizards, like Albus and you, are not uncommon, but they are mostly children of the minor gods and goddesses, with barely a handful being children of Olympians. Albus believes that you are the only Wizard child of the Big Three to have ever been born."

"Gods! First Greek, Then Roman, Then Norse, Egyptian, Sorcerors and now Wizards! You've got to be kidding me! Clotho, Lecheises, Atropos, how many more secrets are you hiding? I yelled at the sky. "Thousands more, Perseus." Came the reply from the Fates.

Dumbledore looked amused, but quickly assumed a serious expression. "I meant to ask you this much before, Percy. Dark times are approaching the Wizarding World, and I would be grateful if you could provide assistance whenever necessary." "Sure, I'm always ready." He smiled at me, before shaking hands with Paul and giving Mom a hug before leaving.

Paul grinned sheepishly under my annoyed stare. "Don't blame me, buddy. Sally didn't want me to tell ya."
Mom shifted guiltily. "Percy, I wanted to protect you when you were young, and later, I didn't want to distract you from your quests and the prophecies."

I gave her a crafty grin,"A bowl of blue cookies will make me forgive you completely, mom."

She sighed and face palmed. "Might as well make them now. Want to take some to Camp?" I nodded eagerly. She disappeared into the kitchen, and Paul turned to me, and whispered, "Say, Percy, do you know a Sadie and Carter?"

The names sounded familiar, until I remembered. "The Egyptians! Yeah! Met them sometime ago, not a nice time at all. I got possessed by a vulture. Why?"

"Wait, did you say vul-"
"Forget that, what were you about to say?"

"Oh yeah, I met them in the street today morning. They asked me if I knew the way to your house, and when I told them I was your stepfather, Sadie gave me this locket and told me to give it to you. Here-" He took out a necklace from his pocket and gave it to me.

It was an eye of Horus. Carter had shown me how he hid messages in these, so I excused myself, went to my room and pressed the hidden button on the locket that I knew was there.

A wierd hologram popped out. "Hello Percy, this is Carter. You remember me right? The Egyptian Magician wearing linen pyjamas? We are having a bit of a crisis here. A couple of wierd people have shown up, claiming to be Norse. They say they are Enhairyaar -thats how I think its pronunced- and that you know them? Need your help, man. Hold the locket tight in your hand and say my name thrice. It'll get you here."

"MOM!" I yelled. "GOING OUT FOR A WHILE!!! GONNA COME BACK FOR THE COOKIES!!!"
"FINE! STAY SAFE!" she replied from the kitchen.

I did as mini-Carter instructed, and found myself outside the doors of a five storey building that seemed to be on top of a warehouse? Whatever. I've seen weirder. I knocked, and Carter opened the door. "Percy! Come in!"

As I tried to step inside, I felt a sharp pin, like a thousand knives stabbing me, and fell to the floor in pain. A confused Carter ran to my side. "H-how? The wards are meant to keep Gods out, not half-Gods?"

Grinning, I told him, "Can you allow me in then, Carter. I cant get in otherwise, being a God. Dont ask. Very long and painful story."

"Right," he muttered. "Moving on." Clearing his throat, he called out in an impressive voice. "I, Carter Kane, Eye of Horus, Pharoh of Egypt, give Percy Jackson, Greek God permission to enter."

Cautiously, I reached out a hand and touched the door. No pain. Sighing on relief, I walked in behind Carter. He led us to the terrace, where a bunch of teens were gathered around something, whispering among themselves.

"Move, guys! Coming through!" Carter said, pushing through them. I followed till we got to the centre of the group. I took one look at the group there, and burst out laughing. Magnus, Alex, another girl, a dwarf and elf, were tied like trussed up chickens. Seeing my face, Alex tried to speak through the gag in his(? Yeah it was a he day) mouth. All we heard was "Mm mm...MHHMHM..."

I grinned, before snapping my fingers and taking off the bonds. "Hey, Alex. Whatcha doin'? (A/N: Reference? Anyone?) He growled.

"Fart head sent us to get you. Said he wanted help. We come here all the way from Boston, and end up on this side of the river. These idiots-" he pointed to two magicians, "decided that we were a threat, tied us up and dragged us here. Maggie Beantown had the idea of giving your name, and here we are."

I snorted, still laughing at their disgruntled expressions. "Let them go. I know these idiots. Wierd as they are, they're not a threat." Carter waved his hand and the ropes disappeared. They got to their feet, groaning.

"Got anything else to say?" I asked the motley crew of Norse I-dont-know-what-to-call-them. "Yes. Lord Odin wishes to have an audience with you tomorrow. He wishes that I accompany you. I am Samirah Al-Abbas, Valkyrie."

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I did have the pleasure of meeting someone special called Amir who told me about you." I stepped closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "He's head over heels for you, Sam. Guys like that are rare. Keep him with you." I watched, grinning, as she blushed a brilliant red.

Sadie piped up. "So....are you guys staying, or leaving? I still need to finish watching Young Sheldon Season 2."

As an answer, I snapped my fingers and teleported us (Norse dudes and me) to Floor Nineteen. As Magnus and Alex left, I turned to the elf. "Where d'you wanna go? Alfheim? Or Nidavellir with shorty here?" I grinned, purposely annoying the dwarf.

"Hey! It's not like everyone can be 6'4, kid!" Shorty yelled, indignant. The elf tapped my shoulder.

Ignore Blitz. He's height-conscious. Just drop us off at Blitz's shop, "Blitzen's best". He signed.

"Hearth said-" Blitz the Shorty began, but I held up a hand. "I understand ASL."

I did as he asked, and took Sam with me to Asgard. She showed me Thor's place. Bilskírnir? Its literally called 'Bright Crack'! Wow! Gods everywhere, all equally arrogant, except for a few. (Like yours truly)

She left me at the door, saying she had a job to do for Odin. I made my way inside. A beautiful woman with long, golden hair was seated on a couch, talking to a maid. She looked up as I came in.

"Lady Sif, it is a welcome change to see you in a dress, and married to Thor." She smiled and got up, her appearance flickering to the armoured, no-nonsense warrior version of her, her golden locks disappearing to be replaced by straight, black hair.

"Percy! Thor is looking for you. He cannot leave Asgard, and he wishes for your help. Look for him in his stupid stereotypical 'man-cave'."

As I reached the right floor, I was hit by a wave of horrible smells. Sweat, spoilt food, blood and methane. I covered my nose, yelling, "Thor! Dude where ya at?"

He came out of a connecting room with difficulty, considering the huge piles of clutter that had accumulated. "Magnus' description was accurate!" I exclaimed, laughing out loud. This version was short, maybe around 5'6, had long red hair braided into pigtails, a very dirty armoured vest, and wierd gloves.

He turned a deep shade of scarlet with embarrassment, and changed to his better-looking form, where he stood as tall as I do. "Forget you ever saw that, Percy!" He boomed. "There is something that has come to light regarding Loki's trial. Mother suggested you be present to detect his loyalties, and if he is speaking the truth."

"Sure, man. Shall we go now?" He nodded, and held out his hand for the hammer.

At the trial, Odin, Thor and Frigga sat on thrones on a raised dais. I opted to stay in the shadows of the room and watch.

Loki was led in by four guards, a gag in his mouth and his hands in chains. He walked in confidently, but I could see the mask he had put on, and I was pretty sure Frigga could too. The actual Loki was like a frightened child. He knew he had done wrong, but did not know how to confess.

They stopped in front of the dais, and Loki knelt, "Lord Odin." I could feel the waves of sadness coming off of Thor as Loki refused to recognise the King as his father, and off of Lady Frigga, as she watched her son reduced to nothing but a criminal, and blamed herself for his current condition.

Odin began questioning Loki about his acts on Earth, and I paid close attention, focusing all my strength on reading Loki's loyalty.

(A/N: Bold is Odin, Italics is Loki.)

"Why did you fake your death?"
"I did not, Allfather. I truly expected to die. I was free-falling for days! You only see me here today as a group of powerful individuals took pity on me and saved my life."

"Can you tell me who these 'powerful individuals' are? Are they Gods from another pantheon?"
"Might be... Might not be... Why should I speak of them to thee, Odin?" He sneered.

"Loki, if we had known you were alive we would have come for you-"
"Stop! Listen to yourself. 'Come for you' you say. That alone proves that you don't care about hi-me. If you did, you would have been there for me, or possibly with me. And now, you dare tell me that you care? I have found a better family, who trust me. They make me feel more at home than you do, you, who are my supposed 'family'!

At this point, I realised that Frigga could not take it anymore. She stepped down from the dais, and walked to Loki, and looked him in the eye. "Loki, this isn't you. That playful and naughty boy I loved as a son is still in there somewhere. Please, I'm begging you, my son, come back to me. Come Back! Please! I need you, Loki! Please...." She broke down sobbing, falling to her knees.

That was when I got a clear glimpse of Loki's face. He was completely shattered to see his mother like this, but to my astonishment he acted like he did not care at all. He just turned his face away from the Queen and stuck his nose in the air.

"Pathetic. This is not how a Queen must be, Frigga. She must stay strong at all times, and rule her people with an impartial, unbiased hand. Not with the so called 'love' that you claim to do. This is the epitome of weakness. A queen who cannot bear an interrogation! This is why Asgard has lost its glory! This! It is people like her who have brought you down, Odin! Get rid of the weak! With me by your side, Asgard can once again be the mighty empire it was! We-"

I was really confused at this point. Loki's loyalty was swinging in every direction. For a minute, it was towards Asgard and the Royal Family, the next, it was only towards Frigga, then to Jotunheim and his real father Laufey, and for a fleeting second, to a Titan. Alarmed at the last one, I tried to see who it was. It was a species I had never faced before. I got a glimpse of a huge purple dude who sat on a large, uncomfortable-looking black throne with spikes. (It reminded me of the one from GOT a little. Now that I'm a God, I keep with Mortal TV shows.) I didn't see his face, but he radiated a lot of power, about the same as, or more than Gaea and Tartarus. I could feel the utmost devotion that Loki felt for this dude, but it seemed a little off, as if someone had tried to wipe Loki's memories of the encounter without destroying his loyalty to the purple dude.

Thor could not bear to see his mother hurt in such a way. "THAT IS ENOUGH! GUARDS! GAG HIM AND PUT HIM BACK IN THE DUNGEONS UNTIL THE ALLFATHER COMES TO A DECISION! TAKE HIM AWAY RIGHT NOW!" The scared soldiers hurried to do as Thor ordered, while Odin sat quietly on his throne, seeming to have an internal battle. I hesitantly poked at his mental barriers. They were down. Taking that as a plea for help, I entered his mind.

Loki's words had had an effect on the King. "Get rid of the weak. Keep only the strong. Rule the world, with my son at my side. With Loki at my side, not Thor, not Frigga." Were the only thoughts in his head. I don't think that he even sensed my presence. I searched for some memory, something that would break through Loki's lingering words. At last, I found one, hidden in the recesses of his mind. It was a memory of him and Frigga, sitting together on a seat in an orchard, watching a young Thor and Loki chase each other around, yelling and laughing. I forcibly dragged it to the front of his mind and let him see it. He took a deep breath, and his mental barriers went up again, pushing me out of his mind.

He stood up abruptly from his throne, and came to stand next to me, the room being empty after the guards led Loki out, and Thor took his mother away from the scene to comfort her.

"Thank you, Percy. This was the first tine Loki's words have had an effect on me. He has grown much more powerful, but it doesn't seem right. I sense that he can do much more, but he seems to be holding himself back."

"I felt that too. His emotions and loyalty was going haywire." I told Odin about Loki's changing loyalty. When I mentioned a Titan, and described the being I had seen, Odin went pale and started muttering in Old Norse. He looked scared. "Leave me, Percy. The news you have given me is disturbing. I must think it over."

I nodded, and left. Just as I closed the door, I heard a soft whisper, "Hela....and Him" Hela? And who in the world would be so powerful that the King of the Nine Realms would be too scared to even say his name?

(A/N: Any guesses?)