The forests of Asgard (слэш)

Harry had often wondered, thought, gazed longingly into the distance, wanted to meet his soulmate. It was such a rare thing to have, it was said to be someone’s perfect match, their destiny. Well, Harry thought sardonically, I would know a thing or two about destiny. When he’d been eleven and found out that not only was he a wizard, but he was The Boy Who Lived, thinking about the two curved lines on his wrist had come in third. Not that people hadn’t noticed. Most thought it was a matter of course that The Chosen One would have a soulmate, and what a lucky person they’d be, and found it appropriate to tell Harry how lucky he was, of all things. Then they’d remember who exactly they were talking to, get a horrified look on their face, and back away slowly, as if from a frightened animal. Or so it usually went.