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Please note that this isn't a TheMasterofDeathxLoki or LokixTheMasterofDeath fanfic, well at least not yet. I'm not sure. Pairings are still undecided.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Avengers.

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The second after The Master of Death left the territory of the great Titan, Thanos let his fury lash out. The powerful entity threw the nearest object to his side.

Outwardly, Loki kept his face impassive and unaffected with Thanos' display of fury but inwardly Loki was silently hoping for Thanos to cease his anger. After all, the chance of Loki being subjected to the fury of Thanos wasn't very far off.

It took Thanos ten minutes to tone down his anger and silently curse The Master of Death. Even if he had finished throwing his possessions to the side, successfully destroying all of his possession in the process, Thanos' anger didn't leave him.

Red orange glowed in the dark as he let out an animalistic roar. "That arrogant fool." Thanos glowered darkly as he stood up from his seat and summoned a lowly servant to clean up the mess he had created.

Loki instinctively bowed his head lower when he sensed that Thanos stood up from his seat. The God of Mishief hated it when he voluntarily showed his compliance to another being but as of now he had no choice for the matter. Thanos was a more powerful and a far more cunning being compared to him. If he chose to fight or at least disrespect the entity before him he knew that he'll be beaten to death.

"The Master of Death is much known for his ludicrous personality." Loki said in a polite voice, hoping to ease the anger of the Titan.

"Rise from your position. Do not shower me with disgusting pleasantries." Loki's body went stiff. "I detest them." Thanos said as he narrowed his eyes. His voice cold was as ice and the hint of disgust wasn't hidden. "I know that you find that fool's personality to be highly amusing."

"I never claimed that I never found The Master of Death's personality to be dull." Loki said and rose from his position. He stood in front of the titan with a straight back. "The Master of Death's personality is very mischievous; and I am the The God of Mischief. I cannot help myself being curios to such a fascinating individual."

Thanos frowned. "Your quirky fascination will lead you to your perpetual doom."

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The God of mischief was walking the dim lighted halls of Thanos' castle but stopped on his tracks when he felt his surroundings got colder and darker.

"Had a nice a chat with Thanos?" a familiar voice spoke from the dark, sending chills down Loki spine. Loki didn't turn his head around to see who the owner of the mysterious voice was. It was only a few hours ago that he had conversed with Thanos about his upcoming domination of Earth, and the owner of the voice was present before their conversation started.

"Greetings." Loki looked at the direction of where the voice came from and greeted with refined politeness. Loki fixed his gaze on the shadowed area of the hall. "I was under the impression that you have already left Thanos' domain a few hours ago."

A chuckle was heard and the shadow shifted. "I did. But I came back again, I have business to attend to."

Loki raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. "I am curious on what business are you up to Master of Death. If you don't mind-" Loki said but was cut off when a bony white hand shot out of the dark and waved at him dismissively. It was the same act that Thanos received from the same being a few hours ago and Loki found it both amusing and frustrating.

He found it amusing because of the foolish antics that the Master of Death was displaying in front of him. It was unthinkable for a great entity such as the Master of Death, the epitome of Death, possessed one of the most uncultured antics known to the whole universe.

In contrary of finding the entity's antics to be amusing he also found it to be very frustrating. It was frustrating because he wasn't used to be dismissed so casually, there were only two beings in the whole world who were able to dismiss so nonchalantly and His foster father and Thanos. Both beings were more powerful than him and it was clear that was the sole reason that they were still breathing. But if Loki had enough power to annihilate the two he would have done so without a second thought.

Loki prided himself for being an independent and respectable person. He wanted everyone to look up to him or equally.

"You. Being the God of Mischief must have planned something behind Thanos' back in order to have full reign over Earth." The entity said as a dark shadowy figure that was around 5" 11 stepped out of the dark. The Master of Death spoke with amusement and interest but Loki knew better to be not be fooled to such a deceptive tone. "But alright I'll tell you what my business is anyway." The Master of Death said as he shrugged his shoulders in an uncaring manner. "I'm not here to snoop around your business, especially not about your world domination." The powerful being said, all the while he used a mocking voice. The Master of Death even held up his two arms in the air and bended his bony pale middle finger and pointing finger at the same time when he said world domination. "I'm just here because someone is about to die."

Loki kept quiet.

"Would you like to join me into finally set the soon to depart soul into peace?" The Master of Death asked as he offered a bony pale outstretched hand to Loki. Loki looked at the hand skeptically.

"Am I that soul?" Loki asked, the color on his face was draining as he continued to look at the outstretched hand. Loki maybe a god, a very powerful god but he wasn't immortal. Allmighty father, his foster father, wasn't immortal too. They were only gods that lived for a very long period of time, they were definitely not immortal. So when The Master of Death asked such question he couldn't help to feel frightened. It wasn't his time, right? For a god, Loki was a very young one. Surely, he still had a couple of millennia left.

The Master of Death chuckled. "No. Your time hasn't come yet."

Loki almost sighed in relief. "Then if I may ask who is the unfortunate soul?" The Master of Death chuckled again and motioned to Loki to come closer to him. Loki complied with the other's request when he was a meter standing apart from the entity. The Master of Death snatched Loki's arm. "You are not the unfortunate soul but the unfortunate soul would be someone you know very well." The entity said as Loki felt teleporting to another place with The Master of Death.

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Author's Note: And cliffhanger appears! Don't forget to review!