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

"Don't worry to much." Death said. "I will not vanish her from existence, but she will get a retraining and she will lose her place as ruler of Helheim. It will take a few hundred years before she will be allowed to do anything that is important. She will start on the bottom of the chain again." Death walked towards Loki and looked him in the eyes. Death smiled and nodded before he disappeared, but something seemed to put Loki to ease in that small moment…

Now

Pain, los and agony raced through Loki's mind. There was blackness everywhere. How could this have happened? First, he got taken in by Odin as a slave, while he was supposed to be a prince, no, a ruler, a king! Then he got sold, but he wasn't even sold, he was just given away like some common toy for a birthday party. He was saved, but then he figured out that he wasn't saved, but that was a lie that his daughter told him. His daughter! His own blood daughter, the one he fathered without a doubt. The one that he hadn't seen in years. His daughter lied to him, but was he save or not? And what happened to his children, are they really alright or is something wrong with them? What was happening around him, why did Death come so suddenly? Why was Death calling Harry; Master? Millions of questions rushed around his head and he had no idea of what he had to do.

"Loki?"

Was he supposed to bow in front of Death and his 'Master' or was he supposed to kneel? Did he had to beg for his daughters live or was he supposed to let her go and to never see her again for the rest of his live, but that was already to late. She was gone. His daughter was gone and he would not see her again. In that moment it didn't matter what she said or what she did to him. The only thing that mattered was that she was his little girl and that he was supposed to do anything for her. Without spoiling her of course.

"Loki?" Harry started to get worried, after Death vanished, Loki seemed to grow wither and wither… and a bit blue… with red eyes…

Meanwhile, Loki didn't notice that someone called his name. He wanted to pace around, but now was not the time. Death had said something about Jörmungandr and what happened to him. Did Hell really attack him? Was he really locked up in his own mind? Was he back or was he still stuck? Did something happened to Sleipnir or was he alright? Loki could feel that he was getting hysterical, but who could blame him? His children where in danger and he hadn't notice it! Why would anyone harm them? Unless… No, that was impossible, no one on Midgard should have heard about the prophecy. They were not advanced enough to know about thinks like that. It was already a miracle that they new anything about Gods and their stories. Stupid Midgardians, always mixing things up.

Loki couldn't hold himself back and started to pace around the room. His children were far more important to him that some Midgardians that couldn't even make proper technology. Where was he? Oh yes, Sleipnir, his youngest son, he hadn't heard anything about him, but was that something good or was it so bad that it just wasn't mentioned? No, Death wouldn't care about that, he would say what had happened, right? Loki was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the object flying towards until it was to late.

"Father!" Jörmungandr exclaimed. "Stop pacing around, you're scaring the pretty boy."

Loki held his hand to the sore place on his head. He looked around and saw that there was a face on the floor. Did Jörmungandr really just threw a vase to his face? "Jörmungandr… did you just did what I think that you did?" Loki let go of his head to glare at Jörmungandr. Who was alright. How did, oh, Death.

"I threw a vase at your face, not only because I thought and still think that you deserved it, but also because you were pacing, which is beneath you and you were really scaring the pretty boy."

Pretty boy? Loki spluttered, who was this pretty boy? He looked around and saw Sleipnir who was looking amused at his expression. Jörmungandr was draped over him and was hissing softly, clearly laughing. It was in the corner of the room that his gaze stopped. A pale white skin and a chest that was rising far to quickly to be healthy. Black hair that fell in front of the wide, green eyes. It was funny that he hadn't notice it beforehand, but his eyes were the same colour as his own magic.

Holding up his hands, Loki tried to step closer to Harry. It seems that his rant had scared the man more than was necessary.

"Harry?" Loki began. "I promise you, I am not angry anymore, I won't do anything to you, you have my word on that and if that isn't enough, then we still have this trice-damned collar to make it up for." Loki spoke soft as if he was speaking to a scared foal.

He had almost forgotten about it to be honest, way to happy to be with his children again than to think about the fact that his life rested in the hands of another. He couldn't believe that he wasn't free, but it was a small price to pay if he was with his children again, how annoying they may be.

"It's alright. I trust you." Harry exhaled slowly. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid to be afraid of Loki. The man hadn't done anything to him to we wary of him and yet, Harry was afraid, but not because of what Loki could do, but because of what he would think? Yes, that's the correct thing. He was afraid of what Loki would think after today about him. But why? It wasn't if others didn't judge him or left him, but why was Loki then more important than those who he called his best friends? "And you don't have to worry, I don't want to use that collar, I believe that you have suffered enough without it." Harry gave a crooked smile and stepped out of the corner.

Loki gave him a tiny nod in acknowledgement.

"Now that that is done, why don't you all accompany me to the Hospital Wing, I believe that there is someone that you would like to see. Shall we?"