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

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 hurt 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?

Now

Fenrir looked at the green-eyed man. "Who are you?" He rasped ignoring all the pain that came with talking. The man smiled and walked closer.

"My name is Harry and for the rest of your oncoming question, you are in my Hospital Wing, your father is nearby looking after your brothers and no, I did not hurt your father," Harry chuckled, "I will go and get him if you want?"

"Yes please," Fenrir said before closing his eyes of exhaustion.

Harry quickly walked to the room in which Loki was with Vali and Narvi. Knocking on the door, Harry announced himself. "I hate to interrupt, but there is a wolf turned man waiting on his father outside this room and I thought that you would like to see him."

Loki looked up with tearstained eyes and smiled. "I will be there in a minute, I first have to wrestle myself lose from these two." Loki gentle untangled himself from his sons who had fallen asleep again after all the commotion from the past hour. "After you," Loki smirked.

Harry shook his head laughing, but he went first. Loki was never going to trust him again after that first time, but he deserved that. He should have done something sooner or at least check if something was wrong, failing to do so meant that he failed the one he was supposed to protect.

Harry leads Loki swiftly to Fenrir's side. "I will be in the library. If you need me, you can ask for one of the House Elves to get me. I don't know how long I will be gone, but I try to be back by dinner." With that, Harry nodded towards Loki and walked out of the Hospital wing.

Loki looked confused at the back of Harry, was there something wrong? He sounded… weird. As if he felt guilty, but why? What happened in the few minutes that they were apart that Harry so suddenly felt guilty.

Hearing a faint "Father" from his son made him immediately forget what he was thinking about and he focused on his son.

Harry walked away from the Hospital Wing as ft as possible. The only thing that would help now was discovering a way to destroy the collar that Loki was still wearing. Entering the library, Harry didn't' hesitate with pulling books from the planks. It would take a while, but it needed to be done, as quickly as possible. Harry sat down and started reading.

Loki was walking around the manor or castle or house or mansion. Whatever it was called. He had had a lovely day, but when dinner came, Harry didn't appear. It wasn't something that Harry would do. He seemed like a guy who would never go back on his promise, let alone break it completely. Loki had considered using a House Elf to find Harry and the library, but he loved a challenge and it was a good way to discover the ways around the house.

By now, Loki had walked past a lot of doors, but nothing screamed library to him. It all looked the same and. Wait… was that what he thought that it was? There was a door that was shimmering a bit as if was magical. Loki walked towards the door and looked for a way to open it. It seemed as if a simple spell could open it, but even that wasn't needed. Loki could just open the door directly.

After Loki opened the door, he closed it again immediately. Everything was on fire! Why didn't anyone extinguish the fire? Was that the reason why the door was locked? But if that was the reason, the door would have been locked way more secure. Opening the door again, preparing himself to extinguish all the fire, Loki's hands dropped in shock of what he was seeing. The fire wasn't destroying anything, it was just lapping gently at the stuff in the room.

Loki walked into the room, how longer he looked how more familiar the objects became. Books that he had stuffed away in his room, his old clothes, his toiletries? What was did? All these stuff were supposed to be destroyed. Walking further in the room, Loki saw small things that made no sense. Why were there small toys lying all over the room? That was new. He certainly never had had those toys, although the design and the magic around them was familiar. Shrugging, Loki went further in the room.

By Odin's beard… Loki had stopped in shock when he saw hair lying around and it wasn't a bit of hair either. It looked as if was a wig or as if someone hair was pulled out and bundled it together. Walking closer, Loki realised that it wasn't his hair, it was too long for that, but it did look a lot like Lady Sif's hair. Which he provided in a way.

"I, Harry James Potter, Master of Death, claim hereby Loki of Jotunheim and Asgard and all of his possession, things he created or helped to create. So, as I say, so mote it be."

Closing his eyes, Loki began to laugh. It appeared that Harry was smarter than he had thought. He had claimed everything that he had a hand in making. Almost falling over by laughing, Loki couldn't help but wonder how Asgardians looked when they realised that they missed a lot of their stuff.

Gleaming gold caught his eye when Loki finally stopped laughing. Loki turned around and he couldn't contain a gasp when he saw what was laying in the middle of the room. It was Gungnir, Odin's spear and next to it lay Mjölnir, Thor's hammer.

A giggle escaped Loki's mouth before he noticed. It didn't take long before it became a full-blown laugh. It seemed that revenge was his.