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

Meanwhile Death tried to collect himself. He had given Hell a clear order, but it seemed that it was impossible for her to keep her vows. Maybe it was time for some knew lessons. Getting out of Jörmungandrs mind, he materialised in front of Hell with a big smile on his face. He was going to enjoy this.

"Hello Hell." Death purred.

Now

Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones. There was a dark presence in the house. It was pulsing as if it was angry. Harry swore and put down his books. It seemed that he had to get back earlier than he had thought.

The library was much more informative than Harry had thought. He had only expected to find mere mentions of Loki and his children, but instead he had found their entire histories. Not that he looked much into them, that would be rude and that wasn't the way to get to know someone.

Harry stopped for a moment to try and get a sense of where the dark presence could be. It was very familiar, but he wasn't sure from where… but it did not matter. Harry now knew were the presence was and was sprinting towards it. Please, don't let it be another vengeful spirit.

Something didn't feel right, but what? She knew for sure that she was doing everything right. And that bastard probably wouldn't be back for a long time. Jörmungandr was knocked out and wouldn't try something for a very long time. Sleipnir was to soft to say anything or try to stop her. The only thing that could go wrong was if her father noticed that something was wrong, but that wouldn't happen. He was just to deep into his new mindset that she set up for him, that he didn't notice anything besides his newfound hate of the bastard.

Hell looked around in triumph and saw that nothing was wrong. It appeared as if she could be wrong sometimes too. She smiled, almost. Her plans were working and soon she would be free again to judge over the souls and if everything went wright, than she had a lovely new soul to judge, she just had to get her father over the edge and then, then he would murder that bastard and they would be free.

Just a bit faster! Just a tiny bit faster! Harry panted while he was running towards the wing where the dark presence was. It seemed as if it was still gathering and not completely there yet. Thank Merlin! Harry thought, maybe he could still banish it before it was to late. Those spirits were annoying to deal with and he had no interest in calling Death to help him. Death was always incredible annoying when he asked him for help.

Those bloody stairs! Harry had to stop running for a while, he really needed to have a workout soon, dear Merlin. This was awful. It was years ago since he felt so… so… disastrous since the Dursleys and that said something. He was supposed to be in a good condition and not to be like… this. It was one of the perks of being the Master of Death, but why was this happening? The only other times that his 'powers' failed him were when there was something that couldn't be stopped by him although he had wanted it and Death took away his powers. Death…

"Oh no…" Harry whispered with a white face while looking up the stairs with dread.

A dark presence started to gather into the room. Sleipnir could almost see it, but it was far too unclear to make out what it was. Dark tendrils made their way towards them, but instead of fleeing as Sleipnir should have done, he stayed with his brother, after all, they were family. And family sticks together, whatever happens. So, he braced himself for the worst, but instead of destroying him and his brother, the tendrils seemed to get into his mind and heal him. It was with a shock that Jörmungandr finally woke up.

Sleipnir couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that the dark tendrils made their way back to the same dark spot… behind his 'dear' sister. Why would they do that? Shaking his head, Sleipnir looked back at his brother. He didn't know what those tendrils had done, but Jörmungandr was awake again and that was all Sleipnir could ask for. He nodded his head in thanks to the tendrils and started to help his brother.

Merlin's feet, Merlin's beard and even Merlin's knickers. Why oh why had it been today that he lost his 'powers'? Why couldn't it be when he was, you know, doing nothing and just resting? But no, the big bad Death just had to take his powers away while he was trying to help someone else, because apparently, helping others was bad now according to Death. You only have to think about yourself and then everything would alright. Right?

Wrong. Well, mostly wrong. It is important to look out for yourself, but sometimes you had to think about the people around you. Sometimes, they need more help than you and then you can try to help them. If they want it. If they don't, then leave them alone, never, ever try to force yourself on someone who doesn't want you around. Whoever you are. That counts for you to Death! Harry thought angrily. He didn't have time for this.

Pushing his body to the best, Harry tried to run up the stairs, but stairs are an invention made by Morgana herself. Dear Merlin. Just a tiny bit longer, he was almost there. Just one more stair…

Hell sensed something. It was dark and controlling, but that couldn't be right. She was sure that nothing would be able to get in this chamber, so why did she feel as if she was being watched? Hell squirmed in her seat. This didn't spell anything good. Not at all. The dark presence was getting closer and closer until it was right behind her. She turned around and gasped. The one being that she didn't want to see, was standing right behind her.

"Hello Hell." Death purred.

Almost. He was almost there. The door was almost in his reach. He just had stick his hand out and he could open the door. Why weren't his limbs working? Harry tried to move them, but they seemed stuck. Damnit Death! He was sick of it. Harry grabbed all the power he had left in him and opened the door in front of him.

"DEATH!" Harry yelled.