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

"The room you asked to make ready for many stuffs, Master?" Missy started.

"Yes, is there something wrong? Is it to small?" Harry asked concerned.

"It's not that, Master." Missy stopped hesitantly. "There are an eight-legged horse, a snake and a half girl, half skeleton in the room.

"What?" Harry exclaimed.

Now

"There are an eight-legged…" Missy started before Harry interrupted him.

"I did hear you the first time, but I just can't believe it." Harry sighed. "Show me. Apparently this is going to take longer than I thought."

Missy just shrugged her shoulders helplessly and led Harry towards the room where the creatures were waiting. Hearing angry hisses, Harry started running towards the room he had told to make ready just in case something like this would happen. Garry had warned him to make a room ready, preferable with extension charms, but Lorelei should have told him what would happen.

Flashback

"Harry."

Harry jumped or rather fell out of his bed when he heard the voice calling out to him. Standing up with his wand in his hands, he pointed it out towards the being in front of him. Groaning when he finally realised who it was that was standing in front of him.

"Garry…"

"Harry!"

"Garry…"

"Yes, Harry?"

"What the bloody hell are you doing in my room at this forsaken hour?" Harry yelled out.

Ticking his fingers against the place where his chin would have been if Garry would have been wearing a human skin, Garry slowly replied.

"Well, I came to inform you of two things."

"…" Harry waited. And waited some more. "Alright, what do you want to tell me?"

"I dislike the name Garry at the moment so call me… Lorelai!" Gar… no Lorelai said happily.

"Alright, 'Lorelai', is there more I can I go back to sleep?" Harry rolled his eyes. Death could be so annoying at times, no scratch that. Death was always annoying.

" '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.' You're going to use this claiming spell tomorrow," Lorelai checked the time, "or in a couple of hours, depends on how you see it, on Loki. The claiming spell has some… interesting consequences. For that, you will call one of your House Elves and make sure that a room is ready for.. the consequences." Lorelei smiled when she mentioned the consequences. It was safe to say that Harry didn't trust Lorelei at that moment. "Do you understand, young Master?"

"I do, but couldn't you call one of the elves yourself?" Harry asked disgruntled.

"Yes."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to wake you up."

"Of course." Harry sighed. "Anything else or can I go back to sleep?"

"Yes! I already informed the House Elves of the room."

Blinking at Lorelei who was smiling like a shark, Harry sighed again and just went back to bed. He had a lot to do in just a few hours. Curse Death in waking him up so early.

Blinking his eyes, Harry woke himself up from his memories and saw that he stood in front of the room. Taking a deep breath, Harry opened the doors. Only to almost close them again because everything was on fire!

Screaming in surprise, Harry ran into to room with his wand out ready to throw some aquamenti's when he saw that nothing burned. Yes, everything was on fire, but nothing burned. How? Hearing a horse nicker, Harry closed his mouth that he hadn't realised that had fallen open. Turning around, Harry felt his jaw falling open again by what he saw. Missy hadn't lied or bent the truth. An eight-legged horse, a gigantic snake and some sort of half-girl-half-skeleton stood in front of Harry.

"Good day, stranger, can you tell us where we are? We're terrible confused. One moment we were minding our own business and the other we are in this room." A male voice asked in front of him. It became clear that it was the snake after it was hit in his side? By both the horse and the half-girl-half-skeleton.

"Idiot! He probably can't understand you! What were you thinking?" The half-girl-half-skeleton hissed towards the snake. The horse agreed to it and started giving arguments why, strange. Hearing the creatures? Bickering, Harry's eyebrows shot up. Hearing them talking or rather bickering like that, one would believe that they were siblings.

Minutes ticked by with the possible siblings bickering, clearing his throat, Harry decided to interrupt.

"As a matter of fact, I can tell you where you are. We are in my mansion, in a room that was cleared out for some stuff that would appear, but I have to admit that I didn't expect this." Harry said while looking around the room. "Especially not the fire… or you." Harry finished looking at the small group.

The creatures just stared at him.

"Did you understood Jörmungandr?" The half-girl-half-skeleton asked disbelieving. "Only Papa, could understand us. Who are you stranger?"

"Who I am? I believe that I should ask you that? Seeing as that you are in my house!" Harry exclaimed. "And why would it be weird to understand Jörmungandr? Who is Jörmungandr by the way? Who are all of you? Who is this father of you? Why are you asking my these things?" Harry got a little bit hysterical. But who could blame him? He was standing in his house with everything around him aflame like the black hair or the weird spear and those weird creatures in front of him.

"My apologies," the girl started. "I am Hell, my brother the eight-legged-horse is named Sleipnir and the giant snake is my other brother named Jörmungandr. Our father is Loki. Now, who are?"

Harry just blinked, sighed and gave up.

"I am Harry, Harry Potter. Also known as the Master of Death and at the moment the Master of Loki. Although I'm still trying to change that." Almost immediately after Harry was finished, the three siblings attacked him. Doging them, Harry sprinted around the room with the siblings behind him.

"Wait! Let me explain! It was not my choice! Not my fault! Odin!"

"Odin?" The siblings growled out. "What did that bastard do?"

Harry faultered in his steps and looked behind him.

"Odin forced Loki to become a slave and I tried to help and save him, but in doing so, I kinda had to take him as a slave?" Harry tried to explain. He saw that the siblings were going to attack again, but thankfully Missy appeared again.

"Master Harry! You is needed in de Hospital Wing! Danger! Lots of Danger! We can't handle it. Please, Master! Help us!"