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

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.

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"I choose him."

Now

"Perfect!" Odin exclaimed. "I shall put on his new collar directly." Odin walked towards Loki with the intention to put the collar on him.

"No." Harry said clearly, holding Odin back.

"No?" Odin asked confused. Harry only gave a short laugh and started to walk around Loki. The rest of the slaves had been led away. To where, he did not know. Probably some sort of dungeon, Harry mused.

"As you can see," Harry started explaining, "this so-called slave is not really up to standards." Harry held up his hand when he saw that Odin wanted to protest. "I will explain myself. First of all, the clothes that he is wearing are not those that a slave should wear, more a prisoner or something like that. I prefer my slaves with better clothing, after all, the slaves are the representation of the master. How better the slaves look, how richer and more powerful the master is.

"Secondly, he looks as if he has just resided in a dungeon, not a good sign. With a little make-over, he probably would look as handsome as he is supposed to be.

"Thirdly, I am not quite sure if you would want to give him to me now, so I shall go home for today and I will be back tomorrow, you know, to pick him up. That will give you enough time to fix him up." Harry smiled. "I hope that you understand it, I believe that that collar is mine, so I shall be taking it with me. Goodnight, 'till tomorrow!" And with that, Harry disappeared.

Odin turned around smiling towards the Representatives from the Realms to bid them a goodnight and to sent them away. Turning around again, he scowled at Loki, there went his perfect plan. He himself would have put the collar on to make Loki his slave under the pretences that Loki was the slave of that... that… what was his name? That fake Master of Death. But no, that bastard stole away his change. Ordering the guards to bring Loki away to his chambers, Odin though about a new plan. Yes, that would work. He just had to shock that bastard so much about the new look of Loki, that he would not notice that Odin would change the collar with another one, one that made Loki loyal to Odin. No, only the making of the collar, maybe Frigga will help him? She probably would, when he told her that it would help Loki. Not that she knew what was happening to him, she wasn't aloud to come near Loki. She and the rest of Asgard will be hearing the story of how Loki escaped and if he was seen ever again, that they should kill him.

Loki couldn't believe that this of al things had happened to him. It was just like Odin had planned. Breaking into sobs, Loki just let himself been taken away. Unfortunately, or fortunately for him, he was still drugged and didn't notice where they were bringing him. He woke up the next day in much pain from his chest, but we shall first tell you where he went shall we? Then it shall al be clear.

The place where they took him, was a place where the pleasure slaves were giving a make-over and training. The guard took the unconscious body of Loki towards a slave keeper, he was also the one to give piercings and other body decoration like tattoo's to slave's when their new job or master required it. This also included some more… private things for harem slaves.

Although Loki was unconscious, for he surely would have protested, it still took the entire night to get him "properly clothed" according to the slave keeper. Let's just say, that when Loki woke up again, he was in a lot of pain and wasn't able to move correctly anymore.

Loki stifled another groan of pain. He had been blindfolded when he was awake, so he couldn't see what had happened to him, but he could certainly feel it. Hearing footsteps accompanied with the clangs of an armour, Loki stopped moving and shrunk in himself, trying to dispel any attention that could possibly come his way.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

"Leave us." A voice ordered. Loki blanched. He knew that voice. It was Odin.

Loki could hear the guards leave, but Odin didn't stand still, no, instead of standing still, Odin decided to circle around Loki.

"Hmm, I must admit that I like what they have done to you. I wouldn't mind taking you as mine own, but unfortunately, that isn't possible anymore." Odin sighed. "It's only that that 'Master of Death' threw a spanner in my works. Thank myself that I found a solution. You seen Loki, it was my plan to put the collar on you myself, so you could spy at that bastard, but instead he took the collar with him. I thought and thought and then my brilliant mind thought this; what if I would just threaten Loki to make sure that he will still listen to me. The only flaw in that plan was that I had nothing to held above you. Well, I thought that, but then I realised that you still had a weakness; your children."

Loki felt his heart stop. No, not his children. Anything or anyone but his children!

"I see that I made the right choice. I believe that I don't have to tell you what will happen to them the moment that you step out of line?" Odin asked smugly.

Loki shook his head frantically.

"Good. It is time to go, your new 'Master' is coming. Guards!" Odin called out. "Take him away."

The guards entered the chamber again and took Loki with them towards the Bifrost, where Harry already stood waiting.

"So, you're the one who sees everything huh?" Harry asked Heimdall, not knowing what to see else.

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"Yes."

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"Cool."

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"Are the others already coming?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Not long."

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"So…"

"They are here." And indeed, Harry could already see the guards coming with Loki between them. Loki looked, interesting? That was probably the nicest word that Harry could come up with without complete destroying someone, or something. Harry couldn't decide between those two.

The guards stopped in front of Harry, with Loki right in front of him.

Harry grimaced. He took a step forward and held the collar in front of him, not quite closing around the neck of Loki. It was now or never.

"I, Harry James Potter, Master of Death, claim hereby Loki of Jotunheim and Asgard and all of his possession, things he created or helped creating. So, as I say, so mote it be." Harry uttered a claiming spell and put the collar on Loki. With that, they disappeared.

And that was the last thing, the guards and Heimdall saw of the Master of Death and Loki for a very long time.