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
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?"
Now
"Papa?" Narvi exhaled. He couldn't believe his eyes. His father, or at least someone who looks a lot like his father, stood in front of him. His father, the one that was getting punished. The one who was supposed to be dead. Narvi's eyes started to prickle and within seconds, big tears were falling out of his ears. The drops falling on his hand were enough evidence for him to know that his brother was also crying. "How?"
Loki staggered back into the doorpost. How? That was a good question. One for one, all of his children come back to him, alive, all of them. He looked at Harry, who was looking back at him with concerned eyes. Loki looked away quickly, trying to stop his face from becoming red. No one ever cared for him as Harry did in the short period that they had known each other. It was… different than he was used to. Yes, Frigga took care of him as her own son, but even she had other things to do and it looked as if Loki was the most important thing to take care of for Harry.
Loki shuddered, that sounded way too much as if he was a possession instead of a person.
Harry stood up from where he was sitting and went through the door. While he passed Loki, he gave him a gentle squeeze in the shoulder before exiting.
Loki looked at Harry walking away for a second, but soon he returned his attention back towards his sons. "Narvi, Vali, my beloved sons. I am so sorry." Loki stepped forward, step for step until he stood next to the gigantic bed where Narvi and Vali were lying in. He carefully sat on the side of the bed before extending his arm towards his sons. He wasn't sure if they would take it, but not even a second later it was clear that his worries were for nothing. Narvi and Vali flew into his arms is if it hadn't been centuries since that had last seen each other or if the horrors that still plagued their nightmares hadn't taken place.
Without a second hesitation or thinking about his reputation, Loki burst into sobs with his sons in his arms. For a moment he could forget everything that was happening around him and just grief. Grief for the lost years, grief for the innocence of his sons, grief for the person his daughter had become.
Harry hurried back to the big hall where Fenris was waking up. It was worrisome that he was already waking up, but on the other hand, it was a good thing. It would have been worse if Fenrir wouldn't wake up at all, this at least showed that there was a bigger chance of survival.
The Head Elf walked to him quickly. "The wolf, sir! The wolf! He is waking up!" He said enthusiastically.
Harry quirked his lips. "I know, I heard from Loki. Can you make sure some elves keep Loki and his sons in the eye? They are having a ruining right now, but just to be sure. I think that everything will be alright, but I also thought that everything would be alright with his other children and in one way it did, but you can understand that I want someone to keep an eye on them? Especially since they are still hurt."
The Head Elf nodded. "Of course sir, we will keep an eye on them."
Harry smiled towards the elf and walked towards the bed in which Fenrir was slowly waking up.
Darkness, that was the first thing that came to mind, and it wasn't the good kind of darkness. It felt oppressive as if he was locked up and he couldn't get out. This darkness was not the one he was used to. No, but it was still awful. Fenrir tried to move his paw, but something was wrong. It didn't feel like his paw, more like a human arm. Fenrir was now slightly panicking. What was happening, why couldn't he move and why wasn't he a wolf anymore? Blood rushed towards his head. His breath felt laboured. There was a ringing in his ears, but what was that sound? It was as if someone was talking to him.
A hand slowly rested on his chest, but something was in the way. Fenrir whimpered. He wanted to get away, away from this awful darkness, away from whatever this was.
"Shhhh, calm down, everything will be alright. You are safe. No one is going to hurt you anymore. You are safe."
Fenrir perked up, there was that voice again. 'Safe?' That couldn't be true, right? How could he, the feared Fenrir, ever be safe? Everyone wanted to kill him, why would this person be different?
"You are in the Hospital Wing of my manor. I don't know why you are here, but one thing is sure, you are saved now. Nobody can hurt you here, not without killing al of my House Elves. You are saved, do you understand? You can calm down again. There are some people waiting here for you. They can't wait to see you again." The voice said gently. "You remember your father? He is here too. Won't you like it to see him again? Or your brothers? I bet that they would love to see you again, but first, you need to do one thing. You need to open your eyes, can you do that for me? Can you open your eyes?"
Fenrir hesitated. The voice, could it be lying? Could it be that it wasn't telling him the truth? But, his father, the voice wouldn't lie about that, right? Fenrir decided to trust the voice. He tried to open his eyes, but they felt like lead. They hurted so much, why did they hurt to so much? Fenrir decided not to dwell on it and tried to open his eyes with renewed vigour. A white ceiling greeted him. He looked around and he saw a man with black hair and green eyes, but it was not his father, where was his father?