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

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.

Now

"What?" Harry exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Odin wanted him to pick a slave? He had foretold that Odin would force him to do something, but picking a slave? Allowing slavery? Harry certainly didn't approve of that, thank you very much.

"It's very simple," Odin smiled, "because of the slave collar, the one wearing it must obey every command of the one who puts the collar on. From every realm, except Midgard, slaves have been taken, so you can choose one.

"I have to choose one?"

"You wouldn't want to offend one of the Realms, would you?" Odin asked innocently. "I suggest that you would choose a slave, or do you want to know more about the collar?"

Harry just nodded when Odin asked him if he wanted to know more about the collar.

"Very well," Odin held up the collar for everyone to see, "as you can see, the collar is made from a special metal that is only found on Nilfheim, forged by the dwarves of Nidavellir, the enchantments are made by the elves from Alfheim together with the magic and runes from the Seidr of Asgard. A true masterpiece if a say so myself." Odin rested while getting applause from the crowd. "I have now told you everything about the collar," Odin turned around to look Harry in his eyes again, smiling sinister, "it's now time to pick a slave."

Harry gulped inwardly, he knew that he didn't had a choice, he had to choose otherwise he would lose every single game they were playing. Outwardly he was smirking.

"Alright, you convinced me. I shall choose a slave." Harry said mockingly before standing up to move in front of the line of slaves. Apparently, he had to choose one of them now, but which one did Odin want him to pick?

HE said that it was only a week, but Loki didn't believe him. This torture took longer than a week, Loki was sure of that. This training was pure Helheim, there were no other words for it. Everyday he got molested under the presence of training him to make sure that he knew what to expect from his future master. Next to that, they punished him for everything that went wrong. Not doing something correctly, doing something to slow, not doing something directly because of his wounds, the list went on and on.

Loki used to laugh at slaves, finding them pathetic. They were worth nothing, but now? Now Loki wished that he could be free again, he didn't care about which sense in that word. Loki would gladly die if that meant his freedom. He didn't care to which realm of dead he went, but he would gladly die. Maybe then he could see his sweet little child again?

Oh, his sweet, little children, how much did Loki want to see them again and hold them in is arms. His beautiful daughter Hell, the ruler from Helheim. His ball of fur named Fenrir. His slippery son named Jörmungandr and his fast son named Sleipnir. They were the only things that kept him sane now, everything else had been taken away, like his Narvi and Vali. Oh, his pour Narvi and Vali, they didn't deserve to die that way.

Curse you Odin! A curse on your house! How dared he to take away his children! If Loki only had a way to get out of here, but it was of no use and everyone knew it. His captors, his trainers, the Allfather and he himself. He was just a hair away from breaking.

Harry walked past the line of slaves, mentally dismissing each slave, they were not the ones that Odin wanted him to have. Unfortunately for Harry, the line was very long, it would take a long time before he would finally be at the end of it.

Loki broke out of his thoughts when he noticed the doors breaking open, his captors had come again. They forced him to drink something Immediately, Loki felt himself becoming docile. Did they drug him? He wouldn't put it past him. He was numbly aware of his captors dressing him and pulling him up from the floor. It seems that a week had past at last, but it seemed that his captors couldn't keep their hands of him.

Eeny, meeny, moo, it's not you and it's not you either. Harry was bored out of his mind. What would he every do? Finally he was almost at the end of the line, but he still hadn't found the one he was looking for.

They took him away from his 'room' toward a hall where other slaves were, unfortunately, Loki couldn't see much, that drug was doing too much to him.

Finally! He was at the end of the line! Harry stopped in front of the last slave in the line, he looked different from the rest from the slaves. It was the only one who looked like an Aesir, but he wasn't one, that much could Harry see for himself. He had black hair and what looked like green eyes, but he couldn't see it perfectly. The slave was drugged, that he could see. Hmm, he saw what Odin wanted him to do, but why this one? Harry shrugged his shoulders; it seems that he had made his choice.

He was put in a line behind others and was forced into the Throne Hall, Loki didn't know what was happening, but he could vaguely see a black figure making his way along the line. The black figure stopped in front of him and utter the words that shattered the last hope of Loki, he was finally broken.

"I choose him."