Warning: This is not a fluffy story with a happy ending. This contains dark subject matter, details of abuse and possibly rape later on. I've decided to stick with Loki's true character, and this is the way he's staying.

I do not own Loki, any other of the Thor characters or any mentions from the Thor series. I only own my OC and a few minor characters.

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The first thing he noticed were her eyes. Pools of dark matter, that seemed to be soulless. No emotion, no movement when he leaned in close to see her reaction. The girl was dead inside, to say lightly, and her eyes spoke volumes. Loki stood back and took in her body. Pale, flawless, and malnourished, just like every other girl here. Her long dark hair was matted and greasy, and her dark eyes were the color of the deep oceans in the south. The thick black leather collar around her thin neck was holding her to the wall, and she made no move to try and rip it off. He flinched at the howling of the other choice females, but they all irritated him. Yelling, licking at his feet, begging. It was pathetic and he couldn't help but feel disgusted.

The frost giant prince was here only on an errand. Find a choice human female to tend to the new bath houses at the Asguardian Palace. His father, Odin, was picky about the females. After accidentally hiring an insane one that killed at least 7 other servants before serving them in the stew, Odin only sent Loki to pick them. The youngest prince, being as picky as his father (if not more) was disgusted. Humans were an egotistical race that needed taming. Like this girl in front of him, he wanted humans to be obedient, free of willpower and unable to make their own decisions. He cleared his throat and coughed at the dank and dingy smell that wafted through the large corridor, then looked down at the girl.

"What is your name?" He asked, his silver voice making the other screaming and crying whores go silent. The girl's thin red lips stayed shut, as if sewn together by a string, and her eyes never wavered from the invisible point in front of her.

"She doesn't speak unless you give her permission sir prince." The slave owner sighed. His balding head was covered by a dingy and wet (presumably from sweating) bandana. He paused, took a deep breath and looked at the other girls, before continuing; "We bought this one for a hefty price off a distant king who was saving her for a future son. When no son came..." The overweight and sweating man ran the back of his hand under his nose and sneezed before he continued, "he had no more use for her."

Loki paused. Obedient, silent and beautiful. Unusual traits for the humans that passed through these markets. Especially this filthy house, which usually held common human females, usually older and unattractive. He glanced back, disgusted at the slave owner, then scoffed him and turned his full attention back to the silent girl.

"Speak girl, what is your name." He demanded. The girl just stared, but finally opened her mouth.

"I don't have a name sir." She was quiet, and her voice sounded like the wind chimes his mother kept outside in the gardens. Dropping back into silence, he enjoyed her obedient nature.

"May I ask something of her? I want to make sure she is what you're telling me." Loki studied her arms as he spoke, curious as to how an enslaved human was so flawless from any seen marks, bruises or even those wretched freckles humans had. The house master nodded before sneezing onto the arm of Loki's coat. He apologized as Loki rolled his eyes, disgusted and curious as to why his father keeps sending him to such an un-reputable marketplace.

"Tell me girl, how are you so lack of the bruises your fellow sisters here show." He barely tilted his head out of curiosity, when her eyes flickered up to his. He almost stepped back, started at the cold stare this girl gave him.

"My previous master was tolerant. I did what I had to, and since he had no use for me I was never touched." Her eyes went back to the brick behind him, and he nodded. Loki stepped back, and glanced over at the master.

"How much for this one?" Loki asked quietly, knowing if one of the others heard it, the precious silence he was granted would disappear. The slave driver nodded, then pulled out a small piece of paper, like a tag for a small toy.

"I would think a royal could afford it. Considering she's...well untouched." He pointed out her arms and legs, toned and light, her flat torso, moderately endowed chest, and not a scratch on her. "She's a fine price." The man was practically begging at this point, ready to give Loki anything to just give him the money. Loki practically gagged at the man's breath, then threw a bag of gold at his face. The man caught it greedily, then unhooked the leash and held it out to Loki. He glanced, disgusted to touch it, and shook his head.

"Come girl. We're leaving." His quick staccato words threw the rest of the slave house into a frenzy, and the girls went back to screaming as the selected female stood quickly and silently, then followed closely behind the raven haired prince. Loki didn't look back when the house master called to him, because he just didn't care. He had what he wanted, and he didn't plan on giving anything back.

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The first chapter is short, but it's a tester. I'd love reviews to see how people like it (I'm in the midst of writing ch 2 now and its much longer).
-BioShockerSister