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

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

Now

Harry sat in silence after he had heard the news from Death. Who could ever have thought that he would trap someone and free someone with one decision? Nevertheless, that he didn't even want to!

Rubbing his hands over his face, Harry contemplated what he could do. Should he go to Loki and tell him everything or should he just let everything rest and keep it hidden. He tried to look at the problem from every side, but it seemed as if his hearth was made up. After all, he himself would rather know everything than that would be kept in the dark. Not after all he had gone through. His decision made, Harry walked out of his office.

The walk towards Loki's chamber looked both long and short. Dark shadows fell over Harry while he thought about what he would have to say against Loki. It wouldn't be easy and Harry knew that. Shaking his head, Harry stopped in front of the entrance doors from Loki's chamber. Mentally revising everything that he had to say against Loki, Harry knocked on the door. Hearing a soft answer that probably said; come in, Harry entered.

"Good," Harry checked his watch, "evening. I hope that you have slept good this afternoon or…," Here Harry took a fast look at the bedside table with a pile of books on it, "have you read nice books?" Harry finished with a smile.

Loki looked up at Harry and stared. And stared. And then stared some more until Harry's smile disappeared.

"Well, as it seems that you aren't going to answer or say anything, I must tell you something about the collar that you are wearing." Sighing, Harry grabbed a chair and moved it close to Loki's bed.

"Come to think of it, did I tell you my name?" Harry mused." No, I don't think so. Well it that case, my name is Harry!" Harry beamed. "Lovely to meet you… though we did meet before, but did that count? I didn't give you my name and technically you still haven't given your name to me, but I did hear your name from others. Multiple others, not only one if you would think that. No, no. multiple others. Yes… multiple others."

Loki just stared again. This man named Harry, did he know what he was saying or was he just trying to do… something? Harry rambled on and on and on and Loki just sat there in shock.

"Uhm, I am Loki?" Loki said confused.

"What? Oh! Thank you for giving me your name! well, not literally, but you know figuratively speaking. It's not as if you can give someone a name. He he…" Harry laughed embarrassed. "Anyway, maybe I should tell you all about the collar, after all, that's way I came here." Harry sobered up. "Unfortunately, as you probably noticed, this collar is not a normal one. Most submissive collars or slave collars made sure that everyone knew that they were taken and that they had to answer to their own Master. In this case, things are a bit really much different. It's a collar that makes sure that the wearer does everything that the one who put it on the wearer wants." Seeing that Loki looked confused, Harry thought up an explanation that would make it a little bit clearer.

"You know how there are different kinds of slaves, right? Let's say that that collar was put on someone by a plantation holder, someone who wants his slaves to work all day and make good progress so that he would have a lot of profit. In that case, the slave would do everything to make sure that he would work as hard and as fast as possible with little sleep and/or food. The slave didn't care how his health was, he just knew that he had to work, so he would do that.

"On the other hand, a sex slave, would always be ready for sex, would always enjoy it and wouldn't ever say no to his Master. It depends on what his Master would like, but one thing is sure, the slave would fulfil the needs of his Master in every way that it's needed. Even if he would become a slave in a brothel, the slave wouldn't care." Harry took a breath, noticing that Loki started to look scared, as if he could bolt any minute now.

"On another side, the slave could also become an assistant and would help his 'Boss' in this case. He would run to the stores, would do all kind of chores, name it and he would do it. How the 'Boss' is also can depend on the live of the slave, but most of the time it isn't noticed that the slave is a slave. The slave is viewed as an over eager assistant that would do everything for his master.

"Fortunately for you, I hate slaves." Harry said bluntly. "I could and would never buy a slave or enslave someone, but that stupid ruler of Asgard named Odin thought that it was a good idea to force my hand to take on a slave. You maybe think; how did he force your hand? You're so powerful!" Here Harry talked in an annoying high voice, like a fan! Those obsessive, little, fans that are borderline crazy. Normal fans were alright, but obsessive, little, fans, they were scary.

"That answer is simple and complicated at the same time. I didn't want you as a slave, but Odin told me that it was a gift from all the realms. I couldn't possible deny the gift, because if I did, they would probably kill me or something like that. I knew that is was a trap, so I started playing with it. When you came in last, I knew that you were the 'trap' that Odin had set up. It didn't take long before I understood what Odin wanted, Merlin, he even offered to put on the collar on by himself." Harry started ranting, again. "I knew that I had no other choice, but to take you as a slave to keep you safe and I want to apologise for that, but I can't." Harry looked Loki straight in the eyes. "I believe that I have told you enough to think for a while, I shall leave you alone for your dinner and I will be back as soon as possible." Harry stood up from the chair and left the room. The talk had taken more out of him that he had thought and he wasn't even finished!