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

He just shook his head. "I may be your brother, but this… you're hurting our father and I can't see that happening." He turned around to say something to his father, but before he could say anything, his world turned black.

Now

Harry had stopped trying to find new information and was just hitting his head on the table beneath him. He certainly had the most rotten luck anyone could ever had. First, his parents were killed and he became the "Saviour" of the Wizarding World, then he was forced to live with the Dursley and had one of the most miserable upbringings that someone could have had had. When he finally got a chance to get away from them, it was only to become a plaything for the Wizarding World. Harry scolded. If he had to choose the worst time of his life, then he wouldn't be sure if he would choose this exact moment or his years in the Wizarding World. Both weren't really lovely to think about. They did have some differences, but now, now it was a little bit to weird. As if someone was playing with him again… but that couldn't be the truth, right?

Harry looked out of the window to see the sun setting down, it was time to pick Loki up again. Maybe he would feel better after seeing his children. Harry didn't move until the sun had entirely set and he himself sat in the remaining darkness. Harry shuddered, he felt a looming shadow above him and that predicted nothing good.

Darkness… that was the first thing that came into his mind. The second thing was pain. Jörmungandr tried to open his eyes, but it seemed as if they were stuck and if nothing could move them. He heard some vague noises, maybe they were voices? He wasn't so sure. Why did everything hurt? Jörmungandr tried to whimper, but that was kind of impossible as a snake, so he sort of hissed. The voices became a little bit clearer, but instead of trying to open his eyes again, Jörmungandr laid still in hope to learn a little bit more of his current condition.

"See father… told you!"

"My… how could… happen? … betrayed."

The voices were fading in and out, but unfortunately, nothing was clear at the moment.

Jörmungandr tried one more time to open his eyes, only to close them again in shock. It wasn't a normal room in which he was looking, instead it seemed to be his own mind… how? It had been years since he had retreated into his own mind for safety, but this time… it didn't feel safe. It felt as if someone forced him, but who and why?

Jörmungandr tried to stand up, but his legs didn't allow it. Wait, his legs? Jörmungandr looked down as fast as possible and cursed. He had forgotten that in his mindscape he always took his other form, a 'human' form to be precisely. He shuddered. He hated this form, he looked so… normal, but enough about that. He needed to find a way out of his own mind. He gave a sharp chuckle at that thought. To need to escape out of your own mind, not many people could say that they had to do that in their live. Well except those… how do you call them again? Eh, it didn't matter. They are Midgardians and probably not important.

Jörmungandr paced around the room in his mindscape. First things first, what had happened? Why did he feel so threatened? Thinking hard, Jörmungandr tried to place his memories back to gather, piece by piece. It didn't went fast, but it worked.

Okay, he was in a big blue see, eating, not his own tail, but fish. As a normal serpent would do. Yes, he was enjoying a nice big fish. One of the biggest that he could find. It was a weird fish. Sometimes it would come up to breath above the water and there weren't a lot of them. They had some sort of brushing things in their mouths and they ate the weirdest kind of food. Some little green things. Not the normal ones, there were other fish that were bigger than him. Enough of that. He was enjoying his dinner and then he disappeared and shrank. Only to reappear in a weird room together with Sleipnir and Hell… Hell! That was it!

Jörmungandr opened his eyes in shock and then narrowed them in anger. Hell… how dared she… He screamed in anger. His own sister had betrayed him and was probably busy betraying their father at the same time. Didn't she know what she was doing? That that awful man could be their salvation, but no. She just had to betray the rest of them, didn't she?

Jörmungandr eyes glittered. Two could play a game if needed and if Hell would play dirty, then he could to. He was maybe locked up into his mind, but nothing could stop him from taking revenge. He was a child of the Trickster after all. Maybe it was time to show the world what he was made of.

Jörmungandr kneeled on the rug that laid conveniently in his mindscape and he called for the only one who would be able to stop Hell. One way or another: Death

Sleipnir looked from a corner of the room, he could see what his sister had done to his brother, but he couldn't do anything about it. His father had difficulties understanding him and at the moment, his attention rested solemnly on Hell. And even if his father would pay attention to him, he probably wouldn't believe him. Hell had done an excellent job.

Sleipnir shuffled closer towards Jörmungandr and laid beside him. He maybe couldn't stop Hell, but he could try to keep Jörmungandr save. Even if it was the last thing that he did. He hoped that Hell would soon stop this madness and gave up, but it seemed that she wouldn't stop. She kept manipulating their father and Sleipnir was scared of what would happen. It didn't miss his mind that the tale that she told wasn't the real one or at least was heavily changed. But what else would she do, she was unfortunately their fathers' daughter.