So… Here is my first attempt at a Loki based fanfiction. I hope you guys like it! My Loki was inspired by Kaeorin's version of Loki in: Captivation. I absolutely and in love with her story, Captivation! Y'all should read it; you can find it on: . So thanks a ton Keaorin for giving me some inspiration! She is mainly the reason why I am doing this. This story-line is similar to hers, so I give credit to the basic plot of a girl being taken from a village to Prince Loki for a companion, but whatever goes on besides that is mine, I reserve it. Again, I used her Loki as inspiration for mine, because she crafted his character so beautifully… *sigh* Ok, enough of the intro, thanks for coming! And I hope you enjoy. I hope to update this story once a week or so. Also, I apologize if I use a phrase that you have used in your fanfiction. I say this particularly to Kaeorin, because I loved so much of her stuff! xD Sorry, I could not resist. I am seriously fighting myself not to use too many things from her story. It is driving me crazy! Argh! Also, this is my first attempt at writing in the 2nd person, so please forgive me if I mess up. I usually write in the 1st person.

Ok… Disclaimers. I do not own Marvel®, or any characters associated with it. Unfortunately, that means I don't own Loki. *sniff* But I do own all of the characters that are not televised. All other characters, Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga and other characters that Marvel® has made previously, I do not own. But I do own the ones they have not made. Thanks!

Some things you need to know:

The monetary system is made up by me, as well as the names and words in 'Asgardian' that were not previously created by Marvel®.

Asgard vs. Midgard (Earth) money:

1 penny: Gery (JEH-rry)

1 nickel: Bistel (BIH-stle)

1 dime: Havrian (HAVE-ree-an)

1 quarter: Mandel (MAN-dell)

1 dollar: Asgain (AS-gain)

I have an update here, so maybe this will be easier to read. :)

A companion, nothing more.®

Chapter 1

"200 asgains!" You heard the shout ring out into the chilled morning air. You sucked in a gasp through your teeth, the bidder must be rich, if he was bidding 200 asgains on you. After a moment if searching, you found the bidder. A tall, dark man dressed in all black with a large hat with a huge brim that covered his face down to his mouth in shadow. There was silence after the bid, but it was broken by another shout,

"210 asgains!" a man shouted in challenge. The other man was a short, but shrewd looking man. His ginger hair contrasted strongly with his light blue shirt and pants. The first bidder scowled. The auctioneer looked around nervously, back and forth between the men as they bid higher and higher. Your necked ached from looking expectantly back and forth between the men. Finally, the red-haired bidder walked over to the bidder in black. After some words were exchanged, the second bidder's eyes grew wide as he stumbled away, bowing. You narrowed your eyes, what had been said that made the man have that reaction?

The first man smiled grimly, "280 asgains." He called with authority in his voice. The auctioneer looked around for a moment, glancing at the red haired man who shook his head hastily, before nodding.

"Sold!" he called in his reedy voice, "Sold to the man in all black!" he called again, his thin voice all but being carried away by the slight chilly breeze. He turned and started walking over to you. You shuddered as the auctioneer's cold hand came in contact with your wrists as he unchained you from the platform and led you to the man. The man handed the auctioneer the money and dragged you roughly away. The auctioneer looked after you, and it seemed as though he looked like he was sending you to your death. Which would have probably been more pleasurable than the discovery you were about to make.

"So." The man grunted as you stepped into a richly adorned carriage. You rubbed your wrists, and winced. The chains had left painful red marks on your pale skin. The man coughed. You blushed and looked up at him, he looked you in the eye and said, "You are probably wondering who I am and where I am taking you." You nodded mutely, too afraid to speak lest you be punished. "Well, I am Graiden. And I was sent on a mission by Queen Frigga," he nodded, acknowledging your gasp of surprise, and a smile hovered around the corner of his stubble covered mouth, "Yes. I was sent on a mission." He shifted uncomfortably for a moment. "She has decided that her son, Loki, is in need of… ah… um…" he trailed off uncomfortably. "A, um, companion." He said, practically squirming in his seat.

Your eyes widened in shock, if that were even possible. He frowned, "No, he is not evil as you might think. He just needs some company and someone who understands him." He said, a little more forcefully than perhaps was necessary. You nodded timidly, your eyes still wide. He smiled, "I apologize for my vehemence. It was unneeded, but I have spent my life trying to turn people from the frame of mind that Loki is totally evil." He said with a small sigh.

He looked out the window. You glanced out as well and you grinned suddenly. You saw the Castle of Asgard, in all its glory. You smiled and let your eyes trail around the grounds you were riding by. Suddenly, the coach came to a stiff stop and the door of the carriage opened and a hand entered the carriage to assist you in your exit. Once on the pavement, you gasped. You ran your hand through your hair and over your dress, trying to smooth both out. Graiden smiled.

"It is alright. You will be cleaned before you meet the Prince." He said. He put a gentle hand at your back and steered you inside the massive building. You gazed around in awe of the enormous place. But he moved to fast for you to catch any specific details of the place. He chuckled as you craned your neck to see into the many nooks and crannies of the hallways. "Don't worry, you will be able to explore the castle soon enough, little one." He said, smiling. You frowned, your father had called you "little one". All you remembered of your father was that nickname and warm arms and whispered stories at night.

You smiled and your mind wandered for the rest of the trip. He brought you to a small corridor and into a decent sized room where there lay a small 4-poster bed, a small fireplace a few windows and a bathtub in the corner. It was modest, but better than what you were used to. Underneath your feet was a soft wood which had been warmed by the fire blazing merrily in the fireplace. There was a maid waiting for you next to the tub. She curtsied to you and Graiden, as he started to close the door, he paused.

"Little one," he asked, "what is your name?" you thought for a moment,

"I have no name. I am a slave, sir." You said softly.

He shook his head, "What name did your family give you?" he asked softly. Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to remember your family at all.

"I-I think my name was Anastasia Diamond Rose." You said, "I took my mother's last name after my father died." You added softly, in explanation of the odd last name.

He nodded, "Right. I will inform the Prince of your arrival. In the meantime, get cleaned up." He said and closed the door. You turned to the maid, a young girl. 9, 10 years of age you placed her. You smiled warmly, glad to be with another girl.

She smiled timidly back, "Hello my lady." She said with a small curtsy.

You laughed, "I am not a lady." You protested.

She shook her head, "Oh, but you are. You have been brought here for Prince Loki. That makes you a lady." She said, matter-of-factly, as she undid your ragged gown. You shook your head in resignation, Fine. you thought. She slipped your rags off your dirty body and gestured for you to get into the warm water in the bath tub. You did and sighed in pleasure as she rubbed you down with scented oils that smelled like a thick pine forest and brushed out your tangled mat of hair. The bath finally done, you stepped out of the now luke-warm water and stood as she stepped up onto a small stool to brush your hair.

She slipped a silky gown over your head and you stepped over to a large mirror that was set against the wall next to the bed. It was a lovely gown, a forest green dress with long, flowing sleeves and golden embroidery along the neckline. You sighed a happy sigh, grateful for something beautiful you gave a small twirl and then bent to inspect your face. Your pale-blue eyes were sparkling in the firelight and your dark, chocolate brown 24 inches of 'straight as a ruler' hair hung wet against the towel on your back. You hair always seemed so dull to you, you had often tried to curl it, but you did not have the right tools. The faint splattering of freckles was still present along under your eyes and across your nose. You sighed, you never could get rid of them.

Turning your eyes to the rest of your visible body, you gave a small nod when you realized you still had that pale complexion that you were born with. You guessed that it came from sitting in the dank hovels where the girls were kept before being sold. The maid coughed quietly. You spun around, startled.

She curtsied apologetically, "I am sorry my lady, but we must go to meet the Prince." She paused. "But I must dry your hair first." She added. You turned again and heard her muttering, and a warmth was suddenly against your back as if someone had placed a blanket warmed by the fire around your shoulders.

"Sorry?" you said questioningly.

"Nothing, my lady." She said with a small smile on her face. "I was drying your hair." She pulled the towel off your back as you stared, stunned at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was perfectly dry, and beautifully shining and glossy.

"H-how did you do that?" you asked, stunned.

"Magic, my lady. All of the personal servants know basics cleaning spells and spells for things like that." She curtsied again. "Now we must go." She added, walking to the door.

You looked down at your feet, "But what about shoes?" You asked, she turned and pointed to next to the tub. Laying there were forest green ballet style slippers. You slipped them on and followed the young girl.

"What is your name?" You asked suddenly as the two of you traveled down the many corridors of the castle.

"Scarlet, my lady." She said, stopping in front of two large double doors. Handsomely fitted with golden handles with matching gold knockers.

You nodded, "Thank you, Scarlet." You whispered, suddenly afraid of what might be behind the doors.

She curtsied, "You are most welcome, my lady. Now, knock on the door. And good luck." She whispered with a final curtsy and a smile. You smiled nervously back you turned towards the door, but looked suddenly back to where she was standing.

"But what if he attacks me…" You trailed off, confused. She had simply disappeared. You shook your head. Time to meet your master, Anastasia. You though to yourself. Grasping the heavy gold knocker, you banged it against the door a few time.

"Enter." A low, silky voice hissed from within. You remembered Graiden's words, The Prince needs a companion. That helped a bit. "A companion, nothing more." You muttered to yourself. You steeled yourself for the worst and gently pushed open the door.