Summary: When a new player comes into the field, Odin decides to sell Loki off. But nothing goes as Odin wanted and the Master of Death changes the Universe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or Harry Potter.

Warnings: Future Slash, slaves, language may be formal (it's not my native language), and more to add later. Don't like? Don't read.

Previously

Pain, that was the only thing that went through Loki's head. Pain, pure, unadulterated pain. He couldn't speak anymore and even if he would try, they would just hurt him, again and again. Letting out a sob, Loki resigned himself to his new life. If these few days could already be so awful, then he didn't have to know how it will be with the Master of Death, for Loki had no doubt that he would end up with him.

Now

It was almost time, Odin paced through the room next to the hall where the Feast would take place. The Master of Death didn't send an answer back himself to accept the invitation, instead he sent a replacement. To say, that didn't go well for the servants.

The day after the invitation was sent, a burned body could be found in the Throne Hall with a message attached to it. The message was simple and short. It just confirmed that he would be there. Odin had to call in Seidr to remove the body afterwards. The few servants that had seen the body were inconsolable. Odin grumbled thinking back about that, he had to give them a few days of. Unacceptable.

Breathing in deep, Odin stood up straight and walked through the doors, he had guests to satisfy and to prepare for the arrival of the Master of Death.

When the first saw him arrive, they ceased talking and stood up in respect of fear as the case of some of the races. Walking towards the throne, he faced the crowd.

"I welcome you warmly to this Feast. I am glad that everyone of you was able to come here today at this hour. We all know why we are here, but unfortunately our Guest of Honour isn't here yet."

Odin wasn't even finished with talking before the doors were thrown open and black tendrils spread into the Throne Hall. They crept their way past all the tables and the people sitting there, bursting their way in and demanding all the attention. Satisfy when they had gotten everyone's attention, they came together at the Entrance doors forming a black figure. Gasp could be heard throughout the Hall. The Master of Death had finally come.

He wore black robes with silver lining. The silver lining formed skulls on the robes, not that anyone could see that, unless they stood close by him. Which nobody wanted. Black hair like the night outlined a face whose skin was as light as the moon. His eyes looked like sharply cut Emeralds, but there was a darkness in them that gave those beautiful eyes a haunted look. A sharp nose rested above smirking lips that opened to speak.

"I hope that I am not to late?" Harry asked before walking towards the Hall, "I see that you already have a throne for me, how lovely." Of course, this wasn't his throne, he was speaking about Odin's throne.

Odin's eyes twitched, but he didn't dare to correct Harry as Harry sat on the throne.

"Well," Harry smirked, "I thought that this was a feast, go on, celebrate, eat and feast!"

And with that command, the feast began, Odin had no choice but to sit at a normal table instead of throne from which he could have overseen everything and shown that he was above the so called 'Master Of Death', but alas, his first plan was thwarted. Thank himself that he had more plans to come. That bastard didn't know what was going to come.

While Odin was scheming, Harry decided to look around the hall. He could easily spot the different races, the Aesir, the Bright Elves, the Frost Giants, Fire Giants, Dwarves, some dead people, the Vanir and even a Black Elf, but no human… interesting. Ticking his fingers on the armrests of the throne, he attracted the attention of the crowd fast.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, but where is nine?" Harry asked, "In my invitation stood that there would be nine Representatives, from all the Nine Reals, but I only count eight, why is that?" With those words, most of crowd started shifting and looking around, not wanted to be the one to tell why there was no ninth race.

"I am here to represent Midgard and it's humans." A booming voice was heard from somewhere in the back of the hall. Heads immediately turned around and gasp could be heard throughout the hall. The one who had spoken had stood up to show the first son of Odin; Thor.

Harry sat straight up in the throne. "An Aesir who represents Midgard. How… interesting. Tell me, why would you want to stand for those silly humans and their habits? You are after all the Crown Prince. Go on."

"It is I who have been chosen to represent Midgard, because of my close relations with the humans. 't because I work together with a team to protect Midgard and it's humans. I am Midgard's protector." Thor proclaimed proudly.

"Hmm, alright, but if you work together with them, why aren't they here?" Harry asked sweetly. He was starting to get annoyed.

"I beg your pardon. I must ask you to not jest with me, it would be too dangerous for them to be here." Thor said taken aback.

"Dangerous? What are you talking about?"

"This not good for the people of Midgard to be here, they are not yet ready."

"…"

"Is there something wrong, my lord?"

"You say that they aren't ready, but wasn't there an alien attack not so long ago?" Harry asked confused.

"You are right, my lord, but this is much more…" Thor said hesitant.

"What? Dangerous? Because of who I am? Hmm, I see." Harry said darkly.

"I didn't want to offend you." Thor was quick to say.

Harry just looked at him and didn't say anything.

"Right, my apologies, my lord. Please enjoy the rest of the Feast and try to forget about my stupidity." Thor pleaded.

Harry sighed and waved Thor off.

"Just go. I have no interest in looking at you."

Thor left the hall in as fast as he could. It was funny to see such a big brute drop of as if he was a small little kitten.

Harry refocused his attention on the crowd or more specifically, Odin, who held a collar. Sitting up straight when Odin walked towards him with the collar, Harry couldn't help but ask what is was.

Odin smiled politely and answered Harry.

"This is part of the gift from al of the Nine Realms. All of us have taken a gift with us and some… additions, but this," Odin held up the collar, "is something that we all want to gift you. This is a slave collar."

One of the side doors opened to show a line of slaves that were guided into the hall, slaves from all the races were present, but one stood out; tall and lean figure with long, black hair.