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

"I believe that that is better, isn't it?" Harry asked Loki, who nodded. "Perfect. I will let you rest for a while. You need it. And who am I to take your rest away. I will be back later to talk to you, okay?" Loki nodded again. Harry smiled and walked out of the room, not aware that Loki stared after him in awe and confusion.

Now

Loki couldn't help but stare after the person who had helped him. Who was he and why was he helping him?

Loki let his hands fell in his laps, while staring in shock at the closed door. The man had done everything he had said that he would. He only didn't give him his name, but who was he and what had happened the past few days?

Loki couldn't help but notice that for some reason or another that he could think far clearer that first. Was he drugged? So yes, by who? Why couldn't he remember what had happened. Why? wHy? WHY?! Loki almost didn't notice that he started to hyperventilate. It was only because of the fact that he had have panic attacks earlier that he noticed what happened.

Trying to breath steady, Loki slowly started to calm down again. It was starting to get embarrassing how much he had freaked out in a short time. If it was a short time. Who knows how long it had been, it could have been a few years and or it could have been a few days. It was scary to realise that he had lost his memories over an unknown time. Loki even felt… vulnerable, if he dared to say it.

Loki turned his head to look at the window, but he realised that there was something around his neck. It was restricting his movements and his breathing now that he realised it. Loki reached towards the ting around his neck and he realised that is was a collar.

Immediately his hands started to claw at it trying to get it loose. Why did he had a collar on? It hurts! Please let it stop. Loki let out a few sobs before he let is hands fall from his neck. It wouldn't help him.

He was all alone, in a room that he didn't know and surrounded by strange beings. For whatever the man could be, he was no mortal man…

"Death!" Harry screamed while walking into his office. Turning around towards the black spot forming, Harry slammed his hands on the desk in his office. "You will immediately tell my what that business with the collar truly is. Don't even think about getting around the fact. You think that I am so obnoxious that I wouldn't notice the change in thoughts?" Harry growled out.

"Master… Please…" Death begged.

"No! I have had enough, I know that normally I would play with your games, but this… this is something that is so much worse. I could stand aside by the destructions of thousands of worlds, but this… you, you brought this close to me and now, "Harry shuddered and closed his eyes", now I can't let it go anymore." Harry could feel tears fall from his eyes.

"Master…" Death said mournfully. "It's was never my intention to make you feel so bad, I thought…"

"You thought what?"

Death breathed in slowly. "I thought that maybe having others around you… would make you feel happy again. I see that I was wrong. My apologies, Master. I shall not do so again." Death kneeled in front of Harry. "I beg for your forgiveness."

Harry opened his eyes in shock, seeing Death kneeling in front of him. He had never done that, Harry never asked, why would he do this now? Harry rushed in front of Death and held out his hand.

"Please my old friend, don't do this to yourself. I am maybe your Master and I may be mad at you, but never ever beg something from me or kneel. You are not my slave. How could I live with myself if I knew that I took someone's freedom away?"

Death looked up at Harry and smiled. He grabbed Harry's hand and stood up. "That you may never forget that Master."

Harry gaped at Death. "Were you testing me?" Harry asked stunned, not believing what he was hearing.

Death shrugged. "Maybe I did and maybe I did not. You wanted to know more about the collar? Then I shall tell you about it."

With a snap of his fingers, Death made sure that everything was closed. "The collar is not a normal one…"

Hell was spacing in the room where she and her brothers where trapped in.

"How dare that… that… that beast! Enslave our father! I don't care what he is or how powerful, but no one hurt our father! I will destroy him!" She said angry.

Sleipnir nickered at her. Trying to calm her and let her see reason.

"Our dear brother is right, sister. We can't do anything here; we have to gain his trust before we try to do anything." Jörmungandr said with his usual lisp. How else could he talk? He is a snake after all. "But I am worried about Father. What if he will not survive?" Jörmungandr curled up in himself.

Sleipnir seemed to sight before nickering again.

"What do you meen brother?" Hell asked confused. "Who should we ask? Do you mean my Master? But that would be dangerous! But it could work…"

"It is of no use." A dark a voice said. "Not when I am already here."

"Master!" Hell gasped. "You are here! Why are you here?"

"I was on business, not that you will have to know about it." Death sneered. "You will keep calm while you are here. Understood? If I hear even one thing about you misbehaving, then I will make personally sure that you will get a punishment."

Hell gulped and nodded.

Death smiled satisfied and went away.

Sleipnir nickered again.

"That was indeed scary." Jörmungandr nodded.

Moans were heard from the hospital beds. The House Elves jumped in joy. Their patients were finally awakening!"