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 laughed. "No, I wouldn't want them to get stuck in the library while they could be roaming free. I mean with the revenge plans. I do have some plans for them…"

Now

"Really? Do tell me." Loki smirked.

"That would take all the fun out of it, wouldn't it," Harry said teasingly. "But perhaps if you can… persuade me, I can give you a hint…"

Loki laughed out loud before shaking his head. "And do you have a certain… thing in mind for me to persuade you with?" Loki stood up from his chair and walked towards Harry. "Or would you prefer to let me set my own pace?" Loki put his finger under Harry's chin. "I can be very persuasive when I wish. There is a reason why they say I have a silver tongue."

Harry looked up with wide eyes. This was not what he had meant to happen! It was supposed to be a little joke, not this! Though, he couldn't deny that it was nice… Shaking his head mentally, Harry grabbed Loki's hand and stared him in the eyes. "Although I certainly wouldn't mind seeing what you have in petto, there is something you can do to persuade me. If you dare…"

Loki let out a shocked laugh before answering. "And what would that be? It appears that it is not so simple and yet it must be simple. Do enlighten me on what you want me to do."

"Say the magic word."

"I beg your pardon?" Loki asked taken aback.

"I. Want. You. To. Say. The. Magic. Word." Harry answered deliberately.

"You want me to say the magic word?"

"Yes."

"What in Odin's beard is the magic word?"

"That my friend, you must find out for yourself," Harry said teasingly before turning back towards the books. "Now, if you don't mind, I will be going back to my research. Good luck!"

Loki looked at Harry for a moment before turning around and starting to search the rows with books on them. "I will find it out." He mumbled.

'The existence of a marriage bond/allegation merely shows that a marriage licence was applied for. It does not prove that the couple ever married.' "Abracadabra!" 'In a marriage allegation, one of the parties…' "Wait, what?

"Abracadabra. That is the magic word!" Loki said triumphally.

Harry stared at Loki before going back to his book. "No, it is not. Now, where was I? Oh, yes." 'In a marriage allegation, one of the parties…'

'There are only five indexed references, all brief, to marriage as such in the Collected Papers of Freud. The two greatest interest are found in his paper, On the Sexual Theories of Children…' "What the bloody hell…"

"Bibbity bobbity boo!"

"It'll do magic believe it or not," Harry answered distracted. "Still not the good WORD, you know, singular, not plural."

"Damnit!"

'Among the theories Freud observed were that in marriage 'one urinate before the other', or 'mixing blood' occurs. Further, 'the infantile ideas about the nature of marriage, which are not seldom retained by conscious memory, have great significance for the symptoms of later neurotic illness'…'

'All right, I give it up. Who the bloody hell is Feud and on what crack did he live?"

'Anam Cara' is the beautiful Celtic phrase which loosely translates as 'Soulmate'. 'Anam' is the Irish Gaelic word for 'soul', 'cara' translates from Irish (Gaelic) to friend. So, the literal meaning is soul friend. It doesn't just describe the union of two people as a couple or friends but rather, it describes a very specific and special relationship between any two people. Your lover, your best friend or your family member may be your soul friend, your Anam Cara.'

"It does look rather similar to some of the runes on the collar, perhaps I am on the right way."

"Hocus Pocus."

"Hocus Pocus?" Harry looked surprised.

"Yes, did I get it right?" Loki asked.

"No, although I wonder if you would be able to get a white rabbit out of it." Harry put his book down. "I should try it out once. It would be hilarious if it actually worked." (It didn't).

Loki looked confused. "A white rabbit, what is the link between a rabbit and Hocus Pocus?" Loki sat down again at the table.

Harry laughed. "Hocus Pocus is a magic word used by magicians, muggles or those without magic. They do tricks to deceive others for fun. People pay to see their shows, but sometimes you can even see them on the streets. Mostly doing card tricks. Don't bet them with their own game, you would lose." Harry stopped Loki before he could do more than open his mouth. "Yes, even you would lose against them. Especially if you wouldn't cheat."

Loki harrumphed before the open books before Harry took his interest. "Have you already found something?"

"Perhaps, this is the Anam Cara and it looks similar to some of the runes on your collar, but I don't know what I should do with it."

"The Anam Care," Loki breathed out, "the soul friend. Amazing, but why would it be on a slave collar?'

"That's the thing. I'm not so sure if it is really a slave collar." Harry admitted quietly.

"What?" Loki shot up.

"All the runes, they are binding, and yes, they want obedience, but at the same time, there is something else about them. They want something else. Something is missing and I think that the Anam Care may be the key to the answer." Harry told Loki. "The question is; how will we fit the key to the lock?"

Loki started pacing around the room. "What else does the book say?"

Harry started reading aloud. "Anam Cara is based around spirituality and the bonding of two souls. Similarities can be drawn to the idea of soul mates in many other cultures. Each person is connected to someone else's since the beginning of time. Once two souls have joined, they will always recognize each other.

"The Celts believed that your Anam Cara could be a friend, a companion or spiritual guide. They also believed that everyone, either directly or on a more subconscious level, ultimately sought to find their true soul mate."

"A soulmate, but those are only tales." Loki looked troubled. "If the way to release me from this collar is to find my soulmate, how will I ever find them?" Loki looked at Harry with wide eyes. "And how would we convince them to release me?"