X-over with Marvel's Thor/Avengers universe. Will be Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy/Loki.

This story is also published on AO3, where you can read it in its entirety. For the innocent eyes of FFnet readers, I have cut all the explicit scenes. Go to AO3 if you think you can handle them...

Warnings/Tags: MasterOfDeath!Harry, GodOfChaos!Loki, Nordic Myth, OdinYouFool, Don't fuck with the Norns, End of the World, Slavery, BDSM, Mpreg (sortof)

Oh, and slash. Lots of slash.

Also, this story has nothing whatsoever to do with vampires.

Enjoy.

Twilight

Chapter 1

A court of law and little lies

The court room was packed with wizards and witches, and the low murmur of the discussing Wizengamot was drowned out by the noise. The green-eyed man who was bound to the chair in the middle of the room watched their antics with a condescending smirk. He had stretched his legs and leant back as if the heavy chains that bound his wrists and ankles didn't exist, and his contempt for the group of people who dared to judge him was more than plain.

Finally, the old witch in the middle slammed her hammer on the table, and the loud bang that followed quieted the room. 'Loki Laufeyson,' she said, standing up. 'You have been accused of being a Deatheater, of using Unforgivables, and of the torture and murder of twenty-six people. Is there anything more you have to say, before we announce the ruling?'

His smirk widened, and few in the room doubted that the glint in his eyes was madness. 'What I did, I did for a glorious cause! The only thing I regret is that I did not succeed.'

The eyes of the old witch turned cold, and her lips thinned in contempt. She raised her hands. 'Very well. The accused has been found guilty of all charges raised against him. In the view of the atrocities of his crimes, and his obvious lack of remorse, we have decided that he deserves no less than the highest punishment: Loki Laufeyson, with the power invested in us, we hereby sentence you to death. Until your sentence is carried out, you shall remain in Azkaban. This session is closed.' She once again slammed her hammer.

There was a movement among the spectators, and the witch, who had just sat down, looked up warily, almost resigned. 'Yes, your Grace?'

'Chief Warlock Marchbanks, I would like to offer the accused an opportunity to redeem himself.'

Marchbanks' lips formed a thin line, and she studied the black haired wizard who had stepped forward disapprovingly. 'Under the rights awarded to you by our ministry I cannot stop you, however, I would like you to consider who exactly it is you are offering such mercy to. This man does not deserve your compassion.'

'That is only for me to judge, and for him to refuse or accept.' Harry replied dispassionately. He turned to the man in the chair, who had been watching the proceedings with far more interest than he had paid to the rest of the trial.

'I give you this choice:' Harry said. 'Serve me, as a servant bound by magic, and you shall live.'

The man watched him for a moment, his smile gone now, before he lowered his head. 'I accept.'

Harry folded his hands in front of him. 'My Lady.'

With a grimace of distaste, Marchbanks gestured, and the chains that bound the prisoner disappeared. 'Kneel.' she said, her wand raised.

Loki hesitated only a moment, before he slowly stood and then sank to his knees in front of the other wizard. When he looked up, his face was expressionless. Marchbanks started chanting, and both wizards were briefly enveloped in light.

'You may take your slave now,' the head of the Wizengamot said, disgust clear in her words.

Harry pulled a set of black manacles and a collar out of his robes. 'Do you accept me as your Master?'

Loki swallowed, and for the first time there was something like fear in his eyes. 'I do.' he said hoarsely.

'Hold up your hands.'

His hands trembled, but he obeyed. Harry closed the manacles around his wrists. He raised the collar, and Loki tensed, but stayed where he was and lowered his head. As soon as the collar closed around his neck, he collapsed with a hoarse cry. He curled into himself, his fists balled and eyes closed, clearly in pain.

'Mister Potter, what is the meaning of this?' asked Marchbanks, incensed. 'While I have no say over what you do with your property, I do not appreciate such display in my courtroom!'

'I had not expected him to react this badly,' Harry said, crouching down next to the other man. He put a hand on his shoulder. 'Can you get up?'

The other man whispered something only Harry could hear, and Harry stood up. 'Get up, and follow me.'

Loki rose, shaking.

'I apologize, my Lady,' Harry said. 'I do not expect I will bother you again anytime soon.'

'I sincerely hope so,' the witch replied coldly. 'Please leave.'

Harry nodded, and left the courtroom with Loki following behind him. Outraged shouts accompanied them, and the Aurors had to step in when some of the spectators tried to attack them. Harry grabbed Loki and apparated as soon as they left the building.

They appeared in the entrance hall of a large manor, and the moment they materialized, Loki broke down and screamed, clawing at the collar around his neck.

Harry knelt down next to him and grabbed his hands, but the other man was much too strong for him. 'Stop it!' he said, and Loki obeyed with a cry, flattening his hands against the floor. Tears were streaming down his face.

'What is happening?' Harry asked. 'You did not tell me it would be like this.'

Loki gasped for breath. 'I'm sorry… Master.' He gritted his teeth as he said it. 'I'm fighting it, I can't help it. There is nothing to be done until… until I break.'

Harry looked at him with a worried frown. 'I do not want a mindless slave. I would have never agreed, had I known…'

Loki chuckled through the pain. 'Yes. Thus I did not tell you. Leave me. Put me in the dungeons if you must. This will pass. Do not worry; my mind has withstood greater insults.'

Harry picked him up and hesitated for a moment, before he opened a door at the side of the hall and carried him down the stairs behind it. 'How long will this last?'

Loki closed his eyes for a moment. 'Days, weeks, years? I do not know. I was not born to be a slave, you realize.'

'Years?' Harry repeated, horrified. 'I cannot let you be tortured like this for years!'

Loki chuckled again. 'It is but a beat of a mayfly's wings for me. But I shall endeavor to shorten the time, if you wish it, Master.'

Harry entered a stone room in the basement of the manor, and conjured a bed on which he placed Loki. After that he conjured restraints that bound the other man's wrists and ankles to the frame. 'Will that hold you? I do not want you to injure yourself.'

'Your wish will hold me.' Loki answered with a pained smile. 'Please, leave. Have your elven creatures watch over me. You do not have to see this.'

Harry hesitated a moment. 'Alright. If you need anything…'

Loki just shook his head. Harry lingered for a moment longer, but finally left the room and closed the door behind him.

Once his footsteps had faded, Loki screamed.

.

He must have lost consciousness at one point, for when he opened his eyes he woke to a blond man watching him. Loki could not help the feelings of shame and mortification that flooded him at the thought of a Midgardian seeing him this weak. Immediately, pain filled him again, reminding him that he should accept his Master's wishes as law.

'Are you thirsty?' the man asked once the pain had abated and Loki had stopped screaming. He did not seem fazed by what he had witnessed, and Loki reminded himself that this was a former Deatheater, who had undoubtedly seen worse things. What was his name again? Right, Lucius, the father of the younger blond. Somehow, that made it easier to accept the water from his hand.

Loki did not need food and water like the Midgardians did, he could survive for a long time without either. Nevertheless, the cold liquid was soothing.

'He sent you to watch?' he asked.

Lucius considered him with cold grey eyes. 'He sent me to help you,' he said finally.

Loki stared at him for a moment. He had not expected that. 'You cannot help me.'

The man smiled thinly. 'That remains to be seen. In lieu of convincing you to accept our Master, I shall enjoy your misery.'

Loki laughed, almost hysterically. The fear that gripped him was icy cold like the waters of Jotunheim. He knew there was no choice, had known that ever since Odin had declared his sentence, and yet… That did not change the fear. He knew he had made mistakes. He should have never attacked Midgard, even though it was a worthless realm that Odin had all but forgotten before he sent Thor into exile. He should not have attacked Jotunheim, and least of all Thor. The last was probably the worst of all his crimes in the Allfather's eyes. His mind had been clouded by rage, and now he was suffering for it.

'Do your worst,' he dared.

Lucius' smile made him shiver, because it was one he had seen many times on his own face. The man trailed a finger along Loki's face. 'Our Master would not permit my worst. He likes you pretty. Nevertheless, I shall endeavor to make a lasting impression.'