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

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

Now

Not even looking at the siblings who had frozen when they saw Missy appear, Harry sprinted out of the room towards the stairs that would lead him towards het Hospital Wing. Not caring that he could easily fall from the stairs and break something, he skipped many steps while flying downstairs.

Bursting through the doors of the Hospital, Harry faltered in his steps that the special-assigned House Elves were already working hard on two unmoving body's, probably trying to keep them alive. Hearing screams and seeing a commotion at the end of the Hospital Wing, Harry ran towards it. He knew that you shouldn't run in a Hospital Wing, but his House Elves were screaming and Harry couldn't stand it.

Forming a shield that held the Elves outside, Harry stood in front of the threat. A gigantic wolf with a sword in its muzzle. What? Blinking at the wolf, Harry was almost didn't notice the wolf lunging for him. Rolling out of the way, Harry threw up more shields. Not knowing what kind of foe had entered his house and how.

The wolf saw the shields and an emotion that Harry couldn't quite describe showed in his eyes, before the wolf lunged at Harry again. Harry wouldn't be Harry if he couldn't dodge the wolf, but you know, just in time.

The wolf walked around Harry in circles, looking for a weak spot. Harry just noticed the intelligence look in the wolf's eyes. Although wolves were normally very intelligent. This wolf looked more intelligent than a normal wolf. But that could also possibly be because of the size of the wolf.

Letting the corks in his brain turn, Harry looked at the sword sticking out of the wolfs muzzle. Timing was everything at the moment. Watching the paws, looking for a sign that the wolf was moving. Looking it in the eyes, for the glint. There! Harry saw it.

Jumping out of the way of the attack, Harry grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the wolfs muzzle. Howling the wolf collapsed in pain.

Seeing that the wolf had calmed down somewhat, Harry walked towards it slowly. Shushing towards the wolf, Harry finally noticed the many different wounds the wolf had. Around his paws were scars that looked as if they had been shackled for a very long time. His pelt was literate with little grey scarring, making the pelt look grey instead of the deep black colour it was. Looking at the head of the wolf, Harry could see sympathetic eyes full of pain, and even more scars than on the wolfs pelt. Swallowing, Harry understood that the wolf didn't attack them, but that he tried to defend himself. Probably not knowing were he was, the wolf panicked and tried to get out. Understandable seeing the wounds.

Letting the shields down, Harry could only watch as the House Elves began to threat the wolf. Beginning with making sure the wolf was sleeping so that he couldn't attack them anymore.

Seeing that the House Elves had everything under control, Harry walked back towards the entrance where the two other beings laid.

"Report." Harry said towards one of the House Elves that was standing at the side with a clipboard in his hands.

"Two unknown beings made their way into the Hospital Wing approximately twelve hours ago. Just before you arrived with your guest. The other being arrived an hour of two ago. We tried to stabilize them for hours, but it was only recently that the bleeding stopped and that we were able to start to treat them. As you can see, we are still busy." The Elf answered.

"Hmm. Is there anything that I can do to help?" Harry asked.

"For now, nothing, you have done all you could with the wolf, Master. Please rest… or get the guests out of the Hospital Wing." The Elf said looking over Harry's shoulders at something.

Harry turned to look at what the Elf meant, and immediately groaned.

"You couldn't stay in the room, couldn't you?" Harry rubbed his temples.

"No" Was the simple answer that Hell gave him. "And I am glad that we didn't. that wolf you almost killed. Oh, don't pretend that you didn't almost kill him. I know how you looked at him." Hell spat out with as much hate as possible. "He is our brother!"

Blinking his eyes, Harry looked at the clock, looked back at the siblings, looked back at the clock and sighed again.

"I have nothing to say at the moment, it is far to late to think straight. Missy!" Harry called out.

"Yes, Master Harry?" Missy popped in.

"Please give these siblings their own rooms in the guest wing and please, please make sure that they won't leave the wing unless they have been given explicit permission from me. Do you understand it?"

"Yes, Master! I will be taking the guest to the guest wing. Come annoying master's guests. We need to give you a room that suits your needs. Follow me!" Missy said enthusiastically.

She didn't give Jörmungandr, Hell or Sleipnir the chance to say something. Instead, she just led them out of the Hospital Wing as quick as possible.

"Thank you, Missy!" Harry called after Missy. Gleeful that now he could finally sleep. Turning towards the remaining House Elves, he bade them goodnight before turning towards the Entrance door. It was time to go to sleep.

Walking through the halls of his house, Harry thought about everything that had happened the past few hours. It maybe didn't look like a lot. But a lot has changed. First, he got a slave that he didn't want, then he had to deal with the said slave's children. And now there are even more unwanted guest in his house.

Harry sighed again. Maybe he should start counting how much he sighed. He was sure that he had broken some sort of record with the sighting that he had done the past few days.

Arriving at the door of his bedroom. Harry slipped inside. Not even bothering to change, he just dove into his bed. It was time to sleep.