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 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?

Now

"Humans are painfully annoying. Who thought that it would be a good idea to make humans?" Death asked itself exasperated. "Oh yes, it was Life. Stupid Life, giving me more paperwork." Death was not pouting. He wasn't!

Life snickered behind him. "Are you pouting my good friend?"

Death gasped. "How dare you! I am absolutely not pouting." Death pouted again. "But if you continue like this, then I have no other option then to stop telling you the story…" Death said innoncently.

"No!" Life almost yelled out. "Please don't do that. I promise that I will keep my mouth shut. Please Death." Life begged.

With glittering eyes Death continued. "If you insist. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I remember now. I believe that Harry was standing in front of Loki's chamber…"

Knock knock knock

Loki looked up from the book he had been reading. "Come in." He called out while marking the page where he was. Not with a dog's ear, absolutely not. He would rather be back in the hands of Odin with this collar on than ruining a page of a book. Loki shuddered thinking about damaging a book. No, that wouldn't do. Especially not if the book was borrowed from his 'Master'. Which was still weird to think about. Speaking about the Devil…

"Good evening, I hope that you have enjoyed your meal?" Harry asked pretending to be confident, but inside he was a nervous wreck who was whacking himself on the head for the stupid question he asked. Again.

"'t was alright. I have had better, but I am in no position to complain." Loki said formally, reverting to old etiquette to keep himself sane.

"Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'. As you so eloquently put it. Why are you here? Ruining my time that I could spend reading before I have to do whatever it is that you want from me." Loki smiled inwards when he saw Harry flinch.

"It was about that second thing. I realised that I didn't inform you of my intentions before. I want to right that wrong." Harry took a deep breath. "I already had a sort talk with one of my House Elves, but of all beings, you are the one who needs this the most. My past life is a long one and I don't want to bore you telling it all, so I will tell you some small things, so you can understand me better. Alright?" Loki nodded. "When I was born, I had the most amazing parents anyone could ever ask for. Or at least, that's what everyone always told me. I never knew, I only met them under very special circumstances. You're probably asking yourself why I never knew them of maybe you already have an inkling why. The reason is very simple: they were murdered when I was still a baby. Their murder tried to kill me, but he failed and he got obliterated himself.

"I was brought to my aunt and uncle from my mother's side, but they didn't want me. The next ten years of my life were a hell. I was treated worse than a slave with them, just because of one reason. I had magic." Here Loki gasped. Loki had of course suspected that something had to do with magic, but to be threatened like a slave because of it…

"I found out that I was a wizard, because of some letters that came from a magical school called Hogwarts. The school was better than it sounded. I was so happy, I thought that I finally had found a way to fit in. A place where I could be myself. They were foolish dreams. I couldn't have been more wrong about it. The man who had tried to kill me, was a Dark Lord who almost had taken the world over, but because I 'vanquished' him. The other wizards and witches saw me as their hero. I hadn't even set a foot in the Magical World, but I was already famous." Harry looked Loki straight in the eyes. "I hated it."

"But why?" Loki asked confused. "Why would you hate being famous?"

Harry chuckled before giving an answer. "I was famous for something that I hadn't done and everyone expected something special from me. I was supposed to be the Light's Hero, the brave Gryffindor, The-Boy-Who-Lived, etcetera. Without my wanting it, I was trusted into the limelight and I had a role to play, a role that I didn't want to play, but I played it. I did everything that was expected from me, but I didn't realise how deep my role went. It was only after my school years, many, many, many years later, that I realised that I was just a pawn in a big game and that the Puppet master didn't care what happened to me, the only thing that was important to him, was that I would live to fulfil his plans, I of course did without me knowing." Harry stopped talking, lost in the moments that had defined his life. The war… the lost of his friends… Sirius… Remus… all those who died in the war. Feeling that his eyes started to fill with water, Harry shook his head. The past is in past and it was now time to look into the future.

"The reason that I am telling you this is because of one reason." Harry looked Loki straight in the eyes to show how serious he was. "I know how it is to be a slave and I would never ever force something like that on someone else. It is in my intention to get that collar of. Whatever it would take. I don't want you to be my slave, I want you to be a free person."

Loki stared at Harry, he couldn't have meant all of that, right? "Why?" Loki chocked out. "Why would you say something like that?"

Harry smiled sadly at Loki. "Because I want you to know the truth."