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

"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!

Now

It was decided, Loki thought, he had the rottenest luck of every being that existed. After all, only he was able to get stuck with a collar that made sure that he would become what his 'Master' would like the most and no certain way out! shuddering, Loki thought back to what Harry had said. "It's a collar that makes sure that the wearer does everything that the one who put it on the wearer wants." That sentence only made sure that Loki life would probably be ruined for the rest of his existence. He didn't have to have those examples! They were even worse! He didn't even think that it could become worse. "The slave didn't care how his health was, he just knew that he had to work, so he would do that." That was only one of his many thoughts of the past hour. Would he himself become such a slave or would he become a sex slave, drive by the need to satisfy his master? If there was one thing that Loki knew for certain by now, then it would be that his life would be totally screwed. Pardon the language.

Hearing another example didn't really help Harry's case, although it was a bit better. But now there was only one question left, what would his 'Master' desire from him? What would Loki become?

"Stupid."

Bonk

"Stupid."

Bonk

"Stupid."

Bonk

"Master?"

"Stupid."

Bonk

"Master, are you alright?"

"Stupid."

Bonk

"Master, please stop hitting your head against the wall."

"Stupid, idiotic man!"

Bonk.

"Master! Enough!"

"Stu- aaah!"

CRASH

"What the…? Missy! What are you doing?" Harry called out shocked.

"I stopped you from hurting you even more, Master. You were saying that you were stupid and bonked your head against the wall." Missy said innocently. "So, Missy removed you from the wall."

"Removed me from the wall? Missy, you shot me across the room! Towards another wall!" Harry cried indignantly. "Why in the name of Merlin would you do such a thing?"

"Like I already said, Master, you were hurting yourself and I had to stop you." Missy smiled proudly. "You stopped hurting yourself, so it worked!"

Harry just stared with his mouth agape at Missy, never before had she done such a thing. At least, not before… not before Loki had come. Harry slapped himself in the face when he figured that out.

"Missy, don't tell me that you think that I would keep Loki as my slave, do you?" Harry asked as if he was in pain.

"What, Master… Of" Missy answered taken aback.

"So, you do believe that. Oh Missy, I could never hurt any other living creature, why would I ever want to keep a slave of all things? I thought that you knew me better than that. I would and could never keep a slave. It goes against everything I know." Harry stood up and dusted himself of. "I will speak to you about your behaviour later, but I will have some places to be today. Make sure that one of the other House Elves brings up dinner to Loki's chamber, it wouldn't do any good for him if he didn't have anything to eat." Harry turned around and left Missy behind.

"Master…" Missy said heartbroken. It truly hadn't been her mission to make him think that, but she knew that she was wrong. It pained her to see her Master like this, she truly had let him down.

Darkness, there was darkness everywhere. He tried to open his eyes, but they were stuck. A wet thing whipped across his face and his eyes, taking away the things that made his eyes stuck together.

He tried again to open his eyes and after a few minutes it started working, a blinding light, that soon was dimmed, attacked his senses.

He could hear groaning from his left, turning his head, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Narvi? Is that you?" Vali rasped out.

Narvi turned his head towards his brother and started crying. "Vali! My brother! I'm so sorry!"

Vali was quick to shush him. "It wasn't your fault, Narvi. It was Odin who did all of that to us, but…" Vali stopped talking, the horror to big to talk about.

"Vali? What's wrong?" Narvi asked concerned trying to sit up, not that it worked, mind you.

"Papa, what would have happened to papa!" Vali started to sob. "He probably was forced to watch us, but who knew what that… that… bastard! Did to our papa! If he could do such a thing to us, then nothing would have stopped him from killing papa or to do something worse than that!"

Narvi stared with wides eyes at Vali, his words sinking in. "Oh no. Pour papa and he nobody to defend him!" Narvi exclaimed scared, on the verge of crying.

The brothers reached out toward each other to try to calm the other, not that it worked really well, but thankfully, the beds were moved together as if by magic. Hint, hint.

The two brothers cried themselves to sleep, worried about their father.

The House Elves who were tasked with taking care of the two patients, crept out of the chamber. They had some new information to give to their Master.

Hel was pacing around the chamber again. She probably never stopped, but the only one to know that would be herself, after all, her brothers were asleep, they got tired watching Hel walking around and around and around and around and around and around and around… Don't fall asleep!

Just don't imagine someone walking the same way for hours after hours, then you probably won't fall asleep.

The reason that Hel was still pacing? That is simple, she was trying to find a way around the order that Death had given her. After all, she was still the daughter of a trickster god, it wouldn't do any good if she didn't know how to get around an order or a law. But what to do? What to do?