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

"Thank, continue your work and keep an eye on Loki, will you? I don't want anything to happen to him." Harry nodded to the House Elves and left towards the private room.

Inside, there were two beds. Harry leaned against the door when he noticed that one of the boys was climbing out of his bed.

"You think that that is a good idea?"

Now

The one that was sneaking out of the bed looked at Harry as a deer caught in the lights of an upcoming car. He didn't dear to move.

Harry let his eyes glide over the two boys, they were almost identical, but the one that was still lying on the bed, had red hair while the one that was sneaking out of the bed had black hair, the same colour as Loki. Harry smiled when he was that the black-haired boy tried to move towards the red-haired boy.

"I stand by my previous question, do you really think that it is a good idea to get out of bed?" Harry asked with twinkling eyes. "It wouldn't do you any good if you pulled some of your stitches or if you wounded yourself even more than you already have done."

The black-haired boy glared at Harry defiantly and moved in front of his brother with the opposite of ease. He tried to pay it off as if he didn't have any pain, but the pain was clear within his movements.

Harry sighed. "Fine, if you want to play it that way." Harry waved his bed and the boy flew back to his bed. Withing another thought, the boy was bound. Harry walked to the bed and saw that the boy had indeed pulled his stitches again. "You do love to give my House Elves more work, don't you? They already had to bring you back from the brink of dead, but that's not enough for you?" Harry shook his head disbelieving. "And here I thought that I was awful in school when it was about my own health. Of course, I always rushed into danger to help others and I am sure that I am not the only one, am I?" Harry looked meaningful at the black-haired boy. "You look as if you are the youngest, but you are the one who protects the two of you the most, aren't you? Or am I wrong and do you go seeking for comfort with your older brother, please enlighten me."

The black-haired boy looked briefly towards his brother who nodded and he looked back at Harry. "Who are you?"

"Harry and you are not subtle, I guess."

"Fine, I am Not Subtle and this is my brother I Guess." The black-haired boy shot back.

Harry snorted. "Nice to meet you Not Subtle and I Guess. You certainly have interesting names. Is there anything else, or will you answer my question now?" Harry cocked his head.

"Both and neither." The boys looked conflicted.

"Care to elaborate?"

"I am the youngest and I try to protect my brother, but most of the time I fail. I went to my brother to get comfort from him, but someone here stopped us." Here the boy glared at Harry, there was no question who the person in fact was who stopped them from getting comfort from each other.

Harry smiled and waved his hand again. The beds moved next to each other and transformed into one big bed. "Is this better then?" The boys looked stunned at the gesture. Harry transfigured one of the nightstands into a chair and sat down in it.

"I'm pretty sure that your names aren't Not Subtle and I Guess, though I have to admit that it was a goods distraction, for the next time, try something else that can be bought easier. Those names of more of a joke than anything else. If you try to distract someone, then you should ask questions as you did, but please, don't be so obvious about it. I would have thought better from the sons of Loki." The boys looked shocked.

"You know our father?" The red-haired boy asked. Harry smiled.

"See? It's that easy to distract someone, but to answer your question, yes I indeed know your father. Though, you just confirmed it yourself." The boys looked alarmed. "If I may guess then I would guess that you are Narvi and Vali. Loki's youngest sons. Am I right?"

The boys looked at each other and confirmed what Harry already thought. "I am Vali and this is my brother Narvi." The black-haired boy said.

"It is nice to officially meet you, sons of Loki. I am a bit concerned though, I thought that you were dead?"

Narvi shook his head. "Everyone thinks that we are dead, but we were able to escape. We left the world in which we were and after that, we arrived at an unknown place. We hid inside a cave and were slowly healing, but suddenly we were here. Can you tell us where we are?"

"Currently you are in the Hospital Wing of my home. You just said that everyone thinks that you are dead, but what happened? Why does everyone thinks that you are dead? I have read some things, but I'm not quite sure what I should believe." Harry said.

Narvi looked at Vali before answering. "Our father was being punished, but instead of a normal punishment, they decided to go after us. We ran, but that wasn't enough. They caught up to us very quickly. The first thing that they did, was changing Vali into a wolf and making him feral. They made sure that I was in his sight in hopes that he would attack me. For all that they know, he did attack me and killed me. Instead, it was a doll that I had made. After Vali had killed the doll, they changed him back to show him that he killed his own brother. He got… mad. He started attacking the others, but they were stronger. They are gods, how couldn't they be stronger. I tried to get him out, but it didn't work. They almost killed Vali, he was on the brink of dead. They left and took the doll with them. I heard them saying something about entails and binding. I didn't listen further and ran towards Vali. I gathered the last of my magic and teleported us away. I tried to do what was possible, but I wasn't able to heal Vali, so I took some of his wounds. We rested in a cave and stayed there. We thought that we would die there, but it seems that we were wrong." Narvi ended bitterly.

Harry started saying something, but the doors busted open. "Harry, it's Fenrir, he is waking up!" Loki exclaimed before looking through the room. "Narvi, Vali?"