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, and more to add later. Don't like? Don't read.

Cracking could be heard throughout the dungeon. Chains swung back and forth. In a way, it was smoothing to the prisoners. At first, the sound was awful, but after a while, they got used to it and it became a comfort to those who had, or will be there, been there for a long time.

You could hear that the chains had been hanging there for a long time. They were rusty. You could be in the farthest part of the dungeon, but then you would still hear them crack.

For those who were of a better mind, the cracking chains also announced when someone had entered the dungeon. It could have been for food, for the release of someone, a new prisoner. Although the second one hadn't happened for over a century. This was the dungeon, where all the prisoners for life got hold, as the Aesir, that could take a very long time.

Crack

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...Skreech

Immediately, the prisoner near the entrance, those who hadn't been there for that long as the others, looked up. It wasn't time for their meal yet. It was far to early. Nor was it a new prisoner. The sound of clanks missed from where their chains would hit each other. Instead they could see the shadow of a large man walking through the dungeon's doors.

The man was wearing a golden amour, not uncommon for the soldiers of the army. When the man stepped into the light, the prisoners could see that it wasn't just a soldier, no, it truly wasn't just a soldier. It was the Allfather Odin, their king.

Lowering their heads in submission, they avoided the look of the Allfather. They had no doubt for why the Allfather would be here. The only reason that the Allfather would be here, was for the son who had fallen out of grace, the one who had turned out to be a Frost Giant. That had been a surprise for everyone. He was kept in the lowest part of the dungeon, where it was almost as hot Muspell. Normal Aesir could have survived there with ease, but for a Frost Giant? That place was a literally hell. It was a miracle that he hadn't died yet.

The Allfather walked pass all the prisoners without a glance, he didn't care about them. He had only one person in mind. Walking further and further, Odin finally arrived at the lowest part of the dungeon. He stood still in front of the prisoner. Instead of having a normal cell, the prisoner hung on his arms on chains. The chains were wrapped around his arms to make sure that he wasn't able to escape. Welts, cuts and lacerations could be seen everywhere on his body where he didn't wear any clothing, but Odin knew that lashes could be found even there.

The hair was as a curtain hanging in front of the face of the prisoner, it concealed everything of his face, except the heavy collar around his neck. Odin coughed, but that didn't get the attention of him. It was then that Odin decided that he had had enough. Clearing his throat, Odin called out the name of the one who would could save everything.

"Loki"

Only a grunt was heard before head was lifted. The hair split to show a thinned face with sunken eyes in the eye sockets. Cheekbones prominent in the face. But the eyes, oh the eyes. They were maybe sunken in their sockets, but they still looked fierce as if nothing could harm them, but Odin knew better. Loki was starting to lose it, he needed only one little thing and he would snap.

Odin smirked inside, knowing that he had gotten the scissors on a silver platter. Now he only had to use it. On the outside, Odin looked as if he was in a great pain.

"Loki… I know that I should have been here earlier, but certain situation came up that no one could have ever predicted." Odin sighed, but inwardly he was happy that he finally could play Loki again, not that Loki would ever know that. No, after this week Loki wouldn't think about a lot anymore… "It is a threat that is bigger than anyone could have thought and we, I, don't know how to find a solution to this problem. Well, we didn't know. We have decided to throw a feast in honour of Him. Representation of all the Nine Realm shall be here. All of them shall be giving them gifts. Besides the normal gifts, it has been decided that each Realm shall provide a few slaves in hope to satisfy Him."

By now, the look in Loki's eyes had been getting worse and worse, he understood what the Allfather was telling him.

"No… you can't mean that. Please don't do this!" Loki pleaded with a raspy voice, not being used to talking outside of screaming.

"I am so sorry," Odin wasn't, "but we have no other choice. You shall be taken to a room and cleaned up. And… how do I say this? You shall be groomed according to your possible new station. I believe that that shall not take long, but you will need all the grooming one can get. Afterall, no one knows what kind of slave you will become, I presume that He has a lot of slaves already, who knows what he wants?" With those last words, Odin turned around.

"Wait!" Loki gasped out, "Please tell me who is it? Please, just that one little thing." He pleaded.

Odin stopped in his steps, but he didn't turn when he answered Loki. "They call him the Master of Death, the only one to conquer it." With that said, Odin walked away and a troop of soldiers came in for Loki.

When the prisoner saw the Fallen Prince, they knew that everything would change, but if it would be for the better or the worse, no one could know and certainly not them. They could only pray for forgiveness.