The war had lasted only a month, Asgard's armies overpowering the fire elves easily enough. And even though it was a quick defeat, Asgard had to teach them a lesson. So they plundered the Elvin villages, stealing all manner of fabrics and jewels until there was barely anything left. But Asgard wasn't content with just that. They wanted something else. Something that would crush any dreams of rebellion against the Eternal Realm. They wanted a royal heir.

And the elves responded as predicted. They were crushed, knowing what would happen to the chosen heir. They would be made a slave, humiliated. But they gave one anyways. "It has to be you." The King had told his nine year old daughter. "You are the youngest and last in line for the throne. And you are the weakest. It will not take much to break you." The King added coldly. Nobody was surprised when the little girl named Mya was chosen. Everyone knew of the hatred the King had for her. For it was little Mya's birth that had killed their beloved Queen.

Mya had cried and begged not to be taken, but was roughly pushed into the Asgardian Captain's arms. The men had laughed at the small child, seeing how scrawny and clumsy she was. They had chained her and dragged her away, not even allowing her on a horse, forcing her to walk without pause for days on end.

The little girl wondered why she was despised so much. Why the guards kicked her and threw rocks and sticks at her and laughed at her. Her face flushed in embarrassment as they called her names and touched her. She was so tired. She was tired of walking for miles on end without food or water, tired of the laughing Asgardians, tired of being so weak. She cried silent tears, not daring to speak lest the soldiers mock her more. She kept to herself. It was this way for weeks. She was paraded around like a trophy, touched like she was no more than a whore, and kicked like an animal. And she didn't know why. Why were people so mean? Why did the Asgardians pinch her pointy ears and pull her white-blonde hair? Why?

But these questions were never answered. Instead, she learned to fear them. To do as she was told. To cower, to beg, to cry. Because that's what they wanted. At night she would lie awake, shivering and scared in the cold of night, no blanket or fire to warm her frozen limbs.

Finally, the day came when they returned to Asgard, after she had been paraded throughout the Fire Elves' territory. And even in Asgard, she was dragged by a chain through the streets. People laughed at her and threw more rocks at her. One struck her head and she fell to the ground. She decided to push it all away. It would be over soon. She ignored her surroundings, giving up on reality for the next few hours. She could feel the rocks strike her body and the shouts and curses ring in her ears, but she drove everything away.

Hours later, she was forced to her knees in front of the Allfather, people cheering all around her as she whimpered. She looked up, searching for mercy in the eyes of the old king, but there was none. Her green eyes fell back to the ground. She refused to cry, to beg, to talk. He was like the rest of them. She could see the sadness and pity in Thor's eyes and the eyes of the Queen, but she hated them. She hated Asgard.

"Princess Mya of Alfheim, you are stripped of your title and now belong to the House of Odin. You are to serve my son, Thor, with your body and your mind."

Thor instantly protested. "Father, I do not want her. I have no need for another slave. Give her to Loki. He has received nothing."

Odin looked from the shivering girl to his fallen son, considering this. "Very well. You are to serve Loki."

Mya looked up at the angry prince. He was glaring at Odin, and when his gaze shifted to her, the glare deepened. He hated her. And that made her scared. Frightened tears ran down her face at the thoughts of what he would do to her. The King said Body and Mind. She could only imagine what he had planned for her.

She was dragged away by the guards. They pulled her into Loki's bedchambers as she tried to fight them. She clawed at their arms like a frightened cat, trying to flee. But she was no match for the grown men. They chained her to the edge of the bed, making Mya's little heart pound in terror. She was relieved when they started to go, but one turned back around and knelt next to her. She scooted away from him as far as the chains would let her. "Such a waste. That Jotun doesn't deserve such a beauty." He ran his hand of her cheek. She felt tears sting her eyes. He pulled out a knife, a cruel smirk on his face. He cut off her clothes, leaving her naked and blushing, trying to cover herself. They laughed at her.

She huddled next to the bedpost, trying to hold back the tears. But she was sobbing in no time. She waited for her new master to come and claim her. She waited for the humiliation. In the cold, dark, lifeless room, she waited in terror. She rubbed her arms and legs, trying to keep warm. Her stomach was raw with the pains of hunger, her head pounding from the lack of sleep. She stared at the window, her young mind dreaming of escaping into those stars that shimmered just outside the glass.

Loki stood in the corner of the dining hall. A great feast was taking place, for Asgard had conquered and humiliated their enemy. The fire elves hadn't stood a chance, and Asgard made sure to destroy them. When Thor had proposed the small elf runt be given to him, in that moment, he was reminded of how much he hated Asgard and Thor and Odin. They were all fools and idiots. He didn't need their pity. He would have been perfectly fine without the girl to add to his troubles.

He felt a blade at his throat, and he looked over to see Sif. "If you harm her…" Sif threatened, "I will kill you."

Loki smirked. "Oh, but she is mine. I shall do with her as I please. And you shall not kill me, for I will have beheaded you as you pulled your sword." Loki hissed.

Sif had backed off after that. Nobody else had tried to talk to him, and he was in no mood for dealing with drunken insults aimed his way, so he retired for the night. He made his way back to his chambers, rubbing his eyes wearily. As the silence of the empty hall calmed his rage, his hating and angry mask slipped into thoughts. What could he do with the girl? He knew what Odin and the rest of Asgard expected him to do. He would decide when he saw her. He hadn't gotten a very good look at her earlier.

As he entered his bedchambers, he immediately saw her. His cold heart turned with pity. What a sad sight. Asgard disgusted him. The girl was younger than he would have thought. She was chained to his bed, naked, shivering, tears staining her pale cheeks. He could hear her ragged breaths of panic as he entered the room.

He lit the fireplace so that he could see. Since his return to Asgard, his magic had been bound, so he no longer had the luxury of an instant fire. He sat on a chair by the fireplace for a few minutes, trying to ignore the shaking figure at the foot of his bed. He didn't want to deal with her. His eyes grew heavy after a few minutes of thinking, but the clink of chains brought him back to the present. He sighed in annoyance and looked at her once more. Her piercing green eyes were trained on him, fear evident in her features. Her small hands were trying to cover her, so Loki only met her gaze, refusing to let his eyes wander. By the light of the fire, he could see bruises and cuts and even bite marks that littered her body. He could see how red her wrists were from under the chains.

He stood up and walked over to her. He could hear her breath hitch and a whimper escape her as she struggled to get away from him. When she could move back no more, she curled in on herself tighter, her eyes screwed shut. Waiting.

But Loki couldn't do that to a small child. He took the key to her shackles he had been given and unlocked the ones at her feet. This seemed to frighten her even more. Loki frowned at how tight the shackles had been. Her ankles were bleeding and rubbed raw. Her feet were bloody and torn up from walking, the stress on her feet evident.

The girl's face turned red in embarrassment, so Loki moved on to her hands. He took her thin, frail wrist in his hands and unlocked the first one, sick at the sight. He quickly unlocked the other one and rubbed her wrists gently to ease the blood back into her hands. Her wrists were bruised and so red that he couldn't tell her skin was even there. Deep cuts that came from the cuffs decorated her arms and wrists.

Her skin was so cold, and he could tell that her feet and hands were numb from it. Loki unclasped the green cape from his back and in one movement, swung it around her. The little girl looked up at him, confused. Loki kept his face solemn and looked away, not wanting her to look too much into his kindness. He didn't much care for her, but no child deserved to be treated in such a way. Not even he had been treated like that. He looked back at the girl, who had pulled the cape around her further, clutching it so hard her knuckles were turning white.

Loki walked over to his chair by the fire and sat down once more, relieved that he had gotten that dilemma out of the way. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. He could feel her terrified gaze on him, her summer green eyes full of confusion and sadness and hurt. Loki looked over at her after a few minutes. She was now huddled in the farthest corner of the room, shivering. "What is your name?" Loki asked in a bored tone.

The girl didn't answer. Loki asked in Elvin. She still didn't answer. It was as if her lips were glued shut. Loki huffed in irritation. "Can you even talk?" He asked harshly. The girl nodded shyly. "Then why won't you answer me?" Loki asked angrily. The girl flinched at his voice and shivered harder, alarm gracing her features.

Loki took a deep breath, rubbing his temples, trying to calm down. He was tired, and he just wanted to sleep. He studied her face. Her cheeks were slightly sunken in, almost black rings under her eyes, her hair scruffy and disheveled. She was a mess. He tried to remember what Odin had called her. Miri? Myra? Mya?... Mya. That was her name. "Mya?" Loki asked. The girl's eyes snapped to meet his, her breath quickening, a whimper in her throat.

"Would you like to join me by the fire?"

The girl shook her head quickly, clearly wanting to stay as far away from him as possible. "Or you could sit curled up in that corner for days, cold and hungry. Your choice."

Mya considered her new options. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crawled over to the fireplace, though she made sure to keep her distance from Loki. She carefully stretched out her hand towards the flames, feeling the warmth heat her cold palm. She was still too afraid to speak, and still freezing. Loki stood up and Mya flinched backing away from him. Loki rolled his eyes and walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out a long black night shirt. He walked over to the small girl, who was looking up at him, pulling the cape even tighter around her body. Loki held it out to her. Mya looked from the shirt to him. Loki dropped it in front of her after a minute.

She snatched it greedily and when Loki turned his back, walking over to his chair, she slipped it on, pulling the cape over her shoulders again. Loki sat down, his hand resting on his chin as he studied her. He heard her stomach growling angrily and smirked. She blushed and clutched her empty stomach. "Are you hungry?" He asked, boredly.

Mya refused to look at him, but Loki could see the way her hands shook at the mention. Loki called a servant to bring a tray of food. When the tray did get there, Loki doubted she could eat it all. But when he set it in front of her, she packed it all in, eating her weight in meat, bread, cake, fruits, and vegetables. She ate every last crumb. This made Loki wonder when the last time she had eaten was. They both sat there in silence for almost an hour. As the fire started to get a little smaller, Mya shivered hard, her teeth clattering. "Come here." Loki commanded.

Mya's drooping eyes snapped open and started to tear up. Loki motioned her forward. She bit back a sob and stood up shakily, almost tripping with how weak she was. She slowly took step by step, nearing Loki's chair. Loki lifted the small girl onto his lap, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest. She grew frightened by this, thinking he was going to touch her and mock her like the soldiers did. But Loki held her firmly until she realized he wasn't going to do those things. He rubbed her arms gently, warming her. His chair was close to the fire, and the green cape was warm too. Why was he being kind to her? Hadn't he glared at her with hatred just earlier?

She looked up at him with questioning eyes. Loki was looking at the fire. "... why?" She asked in a scratchy voice.

A serious expression was stained onto Loki's face. "Because a child should not have to suffer."

"... thought…." Mya tried to choke out the words, but her eyes spoke for her, for they were flitting from Loki to the bed.

Loki sighed and shook his head, his lips curling in disgust. "It is a barbaric tradition, but I am no Aesir. Your body is yours."

Mya started to relax against Loki's chest, burying her face in his armor. Loki pushed her away a little. "Do not get comfortable." He snapped.

My looked up at him, confused. A snarl was upon his face, but he was different than the others. He had been kind to her so far. She ignored his comment and buried her face in his armor again. Loki sighed in agitation, but didn't push her off again. And that's how they fell asleep.

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