Thor pulled back, leaving Harmony breathless, and noticed her soft lips had turned a shade darker. Her eyes sparkled, deep and dreamy. Almost enchanted, Thor gazed into those endless orbs of amber diamond, softly grasping her chin when she tried to look away in submission to keep her looking at him. Rubbing his thumb in small circles, he silently reassured her he was allowing her to meet his eyes, but he wasn't surprised that she wanted to look away. Some slaves were punished with something as brutal as a beating for looking into the eyes of their owner. Harmony would rarely look into his eyes unless he had made it clear she was allowed to, like now.

Thor sighed gently; he could have looked into his mortal's eyes forever. But although gentle and calm, he still managed to make the girl nervous, and rightly so.

Harmony shivered, looking down and Thor's fingers slackened on her chin. "Are you frightened?" Thor asked, a little confused; he'd been nothing but gentle with her and not done anything to scare her.

Shaking her head, Harmony answered, "No, I'm just cold." It was mostly true – a part of her was always frightened of him, and rightly so.

"I will take you back to my chambers," Thor said, picking Harmony up and setting her down beside him, and the colder water rippled around her, nipping parts of her that had started to dry in the night air. Shivering again, she rubbed her frail arms as goosebumps rose on her skin.

Thor climbed out of the pool, eyes flitting over the stone Valkyrie before he stooped to find his clothes. He pulled them on, dampening them in the process, not that he cared, and then looked back at Harmony, who was still lingering in the water. A small smirk tugged at his luscious lips, "I thought you were cold."

Harmony looked down bashfully, which only made Thor's smirk widen, "Are you still fearful? I have both seen and touched you this way; does it really shatter your nerves?"

Harmony's cheeks darkened with shame. "I-I suppose I'm not used to it," she muttered.

Her body jerked as Thor swooped down and cupped her cheek in his hand. "Then you will become used to it. I have told you that you are beautiful. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

Pressing her palms flat onto the sill of the pool, Harmony pushed herself up with all her strength, her legs frustratingly shaky as though she'd been running for an hour. "I'm sorry."

"Shh, shh," Thor quietened her. "It is not your fault, little mortal. You were not raised to be prepared for intimacy. But as your master," a playful glint shone in his domineering stare, "I will teach you, so you can perform your…duties to the best of your ability."

"W-Would it not have been better to buy a pleasure slave?" Harmony dared to ask.

Thor picked her up, holding her wet naked body close to him, warmth pulsing from him like a small sun. "Because I would not love and care for them the way I care for you. You are the first maiden I will have taken out of love for nearly an entire millennia, and that would never have happened if I had possessed a pleasure slave. It is because you are the person that you are I have grown to care for," he leaned forward close to her ear, "It is extremely rare for a mortal to capture a god's interest, even rarer to find a place in their heart."

Unable to think of anything to say, Harmony nodded. She tenderly wrapped her chilly arms around his neck, holding tightly to him to feel as much of his warmth as she could, while her fingers brushed against the ends of his hair.

"Now, I have told you this before, but I will tell you again," Thor said, constricting his thick arms a little, "Despite what we feel for one another, I am still your master, and you are my slave, and that will never change. It means you will obey my every command and never defy me or undermine my authority. If I wanted to see you in this state, I could have forced you, effortlessly, without even needing to physically touch you."

"But you haven't," Harmony whispered.

"That's right," Thor's baritone was soft. "And when I teach you things for the first time, I am gentle and careful and allow you as much time as you need to adjust. Others would not do that; even I might not if I possessed a different slave. I needn't be so kind, but I would never see you harmed or hurt."

"You are very merciful," the girl nodded, and then felt her belly tighten. "But, what if I cannot do something or if something gets too much."

"If there is something which you truly cannot bear, then you say the word 'Midgard', as I have told you before. And I will be patient with you, little one. We have all the time in the world; I do not command you to learn everything overnight. If you refuse me however, for an uncalled reason, I shall not be pleased," though Harmony's instincts were in their infancy compared to his, she was able to detect an underlying threat in his warning, and it was nothing she wasn't used to.

People obeyed for different reasons – out of fear, love, respect, or for future gain, and Harmony knew, like every slave, that nothing assured obedience like fear.

But she was relieved that he would allow her to refuse if it was something she could not handle, which was probably the only time she would even think about denying her master.

"I warned you before to be very careful, and that I shall not be merciful if you anger me. Do you understand?" Thor's eyes locked predatorily on her.

"Yes," she nodded, startled. Thor arched an eyebrow, "my lord," she added hastily and he rewarded her with a strangely affectionate kiss, pleased when she gave a little shy smile. He was right, he didn't have to be so careful and merciful to her, but he was. Perhaps one in ten thousand mistresses or masters genuinely cared for their slave; Harmony's mistress had been fond of her because she was good at her job and always obeyed her orders, not because she got to know her for who she was, at least, definitely not to start with. But Harmony supposed she didn't exactly have the most colourful personality.

She did think about little things though, and she thought about them carefully. For instance, Thor bent over and scooped up her tunic and helped her put it on. No other master would have done such a thing for their slave girl; they might have tossed it at her or just simply expected her to pick up herself, but not Thor.

He was dominating and masterful, without a doubt, he could be brutal but he was never cruel to her.

And Harmony couldn't think why still, but she found herself drawn to him that way. She loved his gentle side, when he treated her like a little lady, like she was precious; but equally, she loved his darker side. He seemed to have the perfect balance between making her blush with kind words, and making her quiver from excitement and fear.

Then, with a single arm, Thor swept her off her feet and dropped her undergarments on her curved belly. She wrapped her hands around them and held tight, and with his other arm swinging freely at his side, Thor started back towards the palace. "Coming here in the night is a personal favourite of mine," he told her casually. "There's the thrill of having to hide and remain undiscovered in a place such as this."

He carried her, unseen, back to his chambers, moving with surprising silence and stealth, holding Harmony like a babe.

Lowering her to the ground, Thor allowed her to lay her wet under garments before the fire so they would dry more quickly. Her tunic clung to her body, showing her curves and contours as she moved, attached to her like a second skin. Crouched in front of the fire, a sudden thought came to her, "Thor?" she asked, risking the use of his name.

"Yes, little one?" a wave of relief swept over her at his warm tone.

Rising to her feet, she turned to face him, a slight burn in her cheeks as she forced her next words through the timid lump in her throat, "You said you could…teach me?" She hoped he would piece her intentions together.

"You want to begin now?" he confirmed.

Shyly, Harmony nodded. She had been feeling selfish that everything had been more for her than for him, and she wanted to return the favour, hopefully without disappointing him. She knew what she was in for; this would mean following orders, doing things she would have normally shied away from and pushing past the level of timidity that made her feel like a pathetic let-down.

"Very well," Thor acquiesced. "Remove your clothes," the order was soft and simple, and Harmony obeyed without protest.

The fire warmed her from behind. Little tiny fists clenched at her sides as she fought the automatic urge to cover herself, biting her lip with her pointed canine. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to relax and loosen up, to ease her tense posture and soften her face. Gradually, her shoulders relaxed and her fingers uncurled a little. Thor knew how nervous and afraid she was, and he silently commended her efforts to battle back for his sake. With long, slow strides, he come forward, towering over her, and during his advance, he noted that she stiffened once again. He pulled off his shirt, knowing it'd be too high for her, "Take them off," he glanced briefly at his trousers, from which there was a prominent bulge.

Hands shaking, Harmony put one leg a little in front of the other and curled her fingers inside the waist of his trousers, able to feel his eyes burning into her. Before her fear could get the better of her, she tugged his garments over his hips, releasing his manhood, and the trousers were taken down by gravity. Harmony stepped back as Thor lifted his gloriously long legs out of his trousers, fully naked as she.

Once again captured by her eyes, Thor closed the distance, his erect member pressing up between them, and with his hands firmly on her hips, reaching around her back, he arched his back and covered her lips with his. Harmony extended her feet, reaching as high as she could on her tiptoes, her hands on his neck and shoulder, but she instinctively flinched as his cock twitched between their bodies, which made Thor chuckle very softly.

Thor lifted her up, holding her under the thighs, hands groping at her bottom, and he carried them to his warm bed, easing her down carefully before settling his monstrous bulk on her. The contours of their bodies moulded together, almost fusing them as a single being. Drawing his head back, Thor allowed Harmony to gasp for air, cheeks flushed and lips reddened. Gods, the temptation was almost too much.

It would have been so easy to rip her legs wide apart and drive himself into her. So easy, too dangerous.

Groaning, Thor rolled them effortlessly, leaving the mortal atop him, straddling his belly, breathless. Blushing with timid apprehension, Harmony's eyes fluttered all over the place like a butterfly's wings; she beginning to see now that it was actually easier to lie back and let Thor explore and pleasure her than for her to try and return the favour. Nothing frightened her more in that moment than getting something wrong. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves, commanding to herself that backing down now was not an option.

A little rougher than she anticipated, Thor took hold of her by the back of the head. He pulled her down with enough strength to make her whole body collapse onto his torso with a gasp of surprise and shock, crushing their lips together. He pried her lips apart and she met him almost instantly, lapping against his hot, wet tongue like a practiced dance. Taking hold of her wrists, Thor guided her hands into his hair, never leaving her lips unattended, and so Harmony learned that he liked the feeling of her fingers in his golden mane.

"Good girl," Thor's breath was hot on her lips. "Run your fingers through it."

Shivering, Harmony obeyed. Her touch was light and timid. She curled her fingers slightly, taking a step on her own to softly drag her fingernails across his scalp. Closing his eyes, Thor hummed, the sound deep within his chest as he felt a tingle of pleasure run down his spine. Harmony put the two together and kissed him gently. It had been risky but Thor responded eagerly, bringing the heated passion and dominance to the contact as he always did. "I told you that you are perfectly capable," he purred, his voice like velvet. "Kiss my jaw and neck," he ordered.

With her hands still in his flaxen locks, Harmony pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, and Thor could feel a small tremor as she pursed her lips and kissed him. She scattered sweet butterfly kisses along his strong jaw, the soft skin of her lips grazing against his stubble. Stiff with nerves, the girl moved down his neck, every inch of her skin alive with electricity as Thor rubbed her back and sides with his massive hands. Kissing his lower throat, Harmony slid her hands down from his hair and rested them anxiously on his shoulders, able to feel a tremble in her unsteady arms.

"Now my chest," Thor commanded, as he reached to cup her thighs and hind. "Do not rush, we're in no hurry."

A gasp on her lips, Harmony inched her way down her master's torso. She licked her plump lips to stop them becoming too dry, first kissing a line between his prominent pectoral muscles, then moved onto the hot planes of each wide muscle. But as she moved further down, she felt something brush against her bottom, which couldn't have been his hands, followed by a deep growl. Harmony flinched and tensed, arching her back inwards.

Thor took her round the waist and lifted her up so her head was tucked in his neck, "Use your tongue. Make sure you are precise, take your time."

Inhaling a sharp, nervous breath, Harmony parted her lips, feeling a strange sensation in her jaw, and extended her little tongue. She caressed the column of his throat with kittenish laps, delicate and timorous, as she repeated his orders in her head.

Precise and unrushed.

While she worked at his neck, her ears listened acutely so she might hear her master's responses; a moan, a low growl, a change in breathing.

His heavy hands came to rest on her narrow back, cutting off any chance of escape, and through hooded eyes, he moaned deeply, a masculine and intimidating sound. Harmony's heart fluttered. She felt a tiny wave of confidence knowing that she could please him. Feeling the tiny hands on his shoulders relax slightly, Thor opened his eyes fully, curious to see the change in his mortal. Harmony shrunk away under his gaze, glancing down, scared she might have done something wrong.

"Calm yourself, little one, you have not displeased me," he soothed her, and lifted a hand to stroke her hair. "You were starting to relax is all."

Harmony's mouth tightened in a shy half smile. For a few moments, the god watched her closely. He read each and every feature of her innocent face. But knowing he was making her even more nervous than she was before, Thor relaxed his gaze, "Carry on, little one. Just as you were before."

Harmony did as she was told, continuing from where she left off. She gained that little bit of confidence more quickly than before, now experimenting with a combination of licks and kisses on his neck. Easing a little weight into her arms, she inched up his body and took his earlobe between her teeth, nibbling gently. With another moan, Thor flexed his back as he closed his eyes blissfully, moving Harmony with him as he stretched out. Harmony suppressed a small giggle. She nibbled again, her tongue venturing to explore the shell of his ear.

Suddenly the weight on her back came down with brutal strength, crushing the air out of her, "Keep going," the god's voice was almost inhumanly deep.

His huge hands fondled her back, able to almost circle all the way around her waist, and the power beneath them made her heart pound out of control. The small rush of confidence started to spread through the young mortal, sparking flickers of happiness knowing that she could make him happy, even to make him demand more. It was so strange and new to her to feel so…sensual, erotic.

And it felt even stranger to embrace it, rather than to shy away from herself.

Nipping at his earlobe again, Harmony realised that she was rocking very gently into Thor, her slick womanhood caressing the hard muscles of his stomach, and Thor's hand soon came to cup her bottom, grinding her even harder. With the other, he guided her down to his chest, threading his long fingers through her hair. His groans filled the chamber as she kissed, licked and suckled at the wide planes of his chest.

She edged further down and felt him brush against her for a second time, making her flinch again from surprise, and yet at the same time, every nerve came alive with ecstasy. "Ah," she gasped out innocently.

Thor couldn't resist a deep rich chuckle, "Do that again," he growled, bringing his hands to her hips. He helped her ease back, feeling the delicate bones of her hips roll under his palms. His strength controlled each of her movements. The tip of his cock brushed lightly against her hot core, leaking and pulsing, and he dragged her agonisingly slowly over it. She cried out softly as he pressed into her clit. The tiny bud was so sensitive that even the lightest touch could send spasms through her whole skeleton.

The girl repeated her delicious gasps and cries as he rubbed her over the thick head of his shaft, her gorgeous breasts rocking back and forth slowly. So lovely and delicate, lost in her innocent pleasure, in Thor's eyes, Harmony had never looked so delectable.

Jaw tense, Thor ground his teeth together; the mortal above him had no idea how much iron control he had to shackle himself with so he wouldn't plunge himself to the hilt into her wet, tight core. But knowing that he'd tear her open if he forced himself in so brutally was enough to keep himself at bay. But it would be so easy…

Harmony cried out as Thor flipped them over, his monstrous body looming over her, heat radiating off him like a fire. His long thick member rested between her legs, nudging against her wet womanhood and it drove her wild with need. Involuntarily, her hips bucked desperately. Thor grinned in turn, and rocked his hips forward a little, kissing her vulva with the head of his shaft. He often did this to tease his lovers when he was not overcome with animalistic hunger, usually when he had them a second or third time in the night.

Coming to rest on one elbow, the god wrapped his other arm around Harmony's middle, crushing her to his hot chest as he squeezed the thick limb between her back and the bed. Without thinking, Harmony clawed at his arms and shoulders, anywhere she could reach, dragging her little nails lightly across his firm skin, and at her touch, Thor threw his head back with an approving growl. Tight in his grip, the young mortal continued to gently buck her hips to meet her master as he came forward, helping him slide over every inch of her womanhood, mixing their essences together.

Harmony gasped into his chest, trapped beneath him with no chance of escape, at his complete mercy. She pressed her lips into his collar, leaving little hot kisses between her sounds of helpless pleasure. Using the hand he was resting on, Thor threaded it through her hair, cupping the back of her head and pushing her face into her chest. "Kiss," he ordered simply, the deepness of his voice enough to make her quiver beneath his mighty body.

Feeling suddenly timid again, Harmony obeyed. She covered as much of his flesh and muscle as she could manage, trapped in such a position with his hips slowly rocking into her. His movements were gentle, but she could tell that he was applying tremendous amounts of iron control on his strength and passion. At least he was succeeding.

Now concentrating on everything she was doing, Harmony made sure to kiss his chest how he wanted, run her nails over his skin how he liked, and raise her hips to his how they needed.

She didn't know how long they went for. Minutes, hours? She felt herself begin to build and it became the only thing she cared about, alongside pleasing the hulking god above her. Mind and thoughts clouded, she'd do anything for her master so long as his cock kept rubbing her. Her legs were spread wide and he was so heavy on her hips, but she loved it. His power was beyond imagination.

Deeper and deeper she climbed into the whirlpool of burning pleasure, when suddenly, it rose into a mountain-high tidal wave and swept her away.

Her tiny hands curled into fists, arching her back as she clenched around nothing. Thor closed his eyes at the beautiful, innocent sounds that came from her mouth as she reached her climax, savouring each one as he continued to push his cock into her clit to make it last longer for her. As her body relaxed and weakened, Harmony softly pushed at Thor's chest. Her limbs were like reeds and her force could be called pathetic. "Please," she whispered meekly.

She gathered her arms to her chest as Thor moved off her, easing onto his side, and Harmony's head lolled to the side, resting against his pectoral. Taking a deep breath, she rolled her worn out form to face him. Still against her thighs, poking between her legs, the god's member pulsed, rock hard and aching. Harmony kept her eyes locked on her master's chest and upper stomach, going still as his thick heavy arms found their way around her little body. She expected to look up and see him wild with lust and hunger, barely controlled over himself, glaring down with predatory eyes. With a tiny gasp slipping out, the mortal slowly looked up, straining her neck, to look at his face.

He was watching her. The look he wore made her heart skip a beat, but it wasn't what she had been suspecting; masterful and calm, but no less intimidating.

Thor leaned down and placed an affectionate kiss to her forehead, "You did well, my little one."

"I-I didn't do much," Harmony muttered with a modest shrug, silently pleading that he wasn't disappointed in her.

"Nonsense," Thor shook his head. "No more of doubting yourself, I shall not have it."

If Harmony had a tail, it would have been tucked between her legs. "Okay," she whispered faintly.

"You have pleased a god, be proud and content," he gathered her closer, lifting her carefully to tuck her head under his chin. "Rest now, sweet mortal."

The sound of galloping hooves echoed through the crisp night air. Under the watch of the black velvet sky and twinkling stars, horse and rider crossed the silent plane, faster than the wind. Breath looked like steam, coming out in steady, working pants but neither would be growing tired for a long, long time. Slowing to a trot, the pair rode through a gate they had both seen before.

It was just as desolate and miserable as it had been then.

The only light was that from the torches held by patrolling guards and the odd candle or torch hanging here and there. A low muttering of endless voices hung in the heavy air, pained and fearful, and in the distance, the sound of a cracking whip could be heard, followed by an anguished cry.

The guards nearest to the gate noticed the arrival of a stranger. Thuggish, they stomped over to ward off then untimely customer. "We're closed. Come back tomorrow morning," one of them barked.

The rider dismounted with a sneer and walked coolly forward until their face was graced by the torchlight.

"Prince Loki," the same guard gasped in surprise, dim eyes growing wide.

"Take me to Jaggers," the raven haired god commanded, towering over the guards.

Like scurrying rats, the two guards took Loki to a battered cabin. It was in far better condition than anything else around. The tall lithe god had to duck his head to fit through the door, his eyes already searching the dreary spacious room. Against every wall were shelves upon shelves of files, not unlike a library and Loki soon found the cabin was much bigger than he originally thought; it would need to be to contain the file of each and every slave.

The guards veered to the right, approaching another door into a smaller room, and again, Loki had to lower his head to prevent hitting it, despite the fact that the wood would simply shatter. On a sofa, which seemed too luxurious to fit in, opposite a roaring fire, lay the infamous Jaggers with his feet up after a long day of trading and keeping discipline. The grubby little man must have been dosing for one of the guards had to speak up to get his attention. "Keep it down, " Jaggers snapped bitterly. "What the fuck do you want at this fucking time?" he hauled himself up, completely unaware of Loki's presence and that he was being regarded with utter disgust.

The guards shared a nervous glance as the trader drowsily turned to face those who had disturbed his peace, and just as they had done, Jaggers' eyes widened as they fell upon Loki. "Oh, my lord, uh, a thousand pardons, a thousand pardons," he bowed low. He rubbed his hands together, "We were not expecting you to grace us this evening."

"I did not have time to send word ahead," Loki said coolly.

"What can I do for you, my lord, anything at all?"

"My brother Thor possessed a slave from here several months ago – I trust you remember?"

"Of course, of course! Is there a problem? Does she need to be returned?" Jaggers stumbled pathetically over his own words. His cheeks darkened and he barked for the guards to leave them be.

"No, there is no problem with the girl. She is," Loki's lips curved in a soft grin, a gleam in his eyes, "quite special. But I wish to see her file."

Somewhere along the muttering words of agreement, Jaggers beckoned Loki to follow him into the library of files. The trader seemed to know every turn and corner like the back of his hand, and found Harmony's file in less than a minute. He handed it to Loki, who opened it without being asked if he wanted to sit or go somewhere more private.

The file was flimsy. There were only two pieces of paper between the thicker card covers, one to describe Harmony herself and all her personal information, and the second was describing her first and only other possession. As Loki read the file, he realised Jaggers had lied, or simply made an error; he had told them Harmony's full name was simply Harmony Lockehart.

Incorrect, her full name was Harmonia Arianna Lockehart.

Loki found himself almost impressed that a slave could have such a complex name. He read briefly over her physical and personality descriptions, finding them to be missing parts but what they did have written about her was accurate. About halfway down the page, he came to the descriptions of her close family. A red line had been drawn through her mother's name, Ida Lockehart, and it wasn't hard to assume that it meant she was deceased. To Loki's frustration, only the names of Harmony's parents were written in; all it said of her siblings was that she had three brothers and three sisters.

"Bring the files of Harmony's listed family," Loki said, walking slowly over to a nearby table while still reading about his brother's slave.

Jaggers quickly came with eight files and put them on the table, spreading them out so Loki could see all of them, but he pushed one aside and Loki guessed that was the file of Harmony's mother. Loki opened all of them onto the first page, reading all the first names of Harmony's brothers and sisters.

Kistain.

Charmia.

Clerna.

Arro.

Rose.

Colba.

"Are any of them here?" Loki asked.

Jaggers reached forward, his dirty hand looking even filthier alongside Loki's own pale, slender hand. He flicked through the files, muttering barely coherent words under his breath, before handing the god a single file. Inwardly disappointed, Loki held the file in his hand and asked, while reading, "And where are the others?"

Jaggers flicked through the other files, telling Loki who the other Lockeharts belonged to and where they were. With a nod, Loki put the file in his hand back on the table. "I will return in the next few days. Make sure he is not possessed between now and when I return. I bid you farewell," Loki turned on his heels before Jaggers could say another word from his disgusting mouth. He wondered if Harmony would be pleased with his findings or if she would be overcome with disappointment as he was.

The following morning, Harmony slipped out of Thor's arms to fetch his breakfast. She walked a little gingerly, slightly sore between her legs and a bit stiff all over. The god was up and about by the time she returned, dressed in black head to toe, hugging his muscular figure and the short sleeves left his biceps bare, which was enough to make Harmony's mouth water. He took his place at the table as she carried the heavy tray over to him and set it down before him, arms shaking slightly. She moved to turn away but Thor caught her by the waist.

"You cannot hope to grow stronger if you miss meals," he said as he lifted her into his lap.

Thor settled her comfortably and then handed her a small pastry. The girl cupped it in both hands and started to take little innocent bites, closing her eyes at the delectable taste, and while she made her way through that, Thor devoured a third of his breakfast. Harmony licked her fingers, ready for something else. Thor took a thin strip of red meat and tore it into little pieces, feeding them to his slave one a time. He handed her another pastry and ate more for himself. As she ate sweetly, Harmony watched the god sate his appetite, unable to help the small shivers that passed through her body.

Feeling a little daring, Harmony reached out, closing her dainty fingers around a warm bread piece. She turned in Thor's lap, and with a shy smile, she timorously lifted her hand to his mouth, so close that Thor could hear her heart quicken. Parting his gorgeous lips, he inched forward and took the piece of bread between his teeth, holding his slave's gaze as he looked deep into her eyes. A small smirk formed on his lips as he chewed slowly, leaving Harmony to wonder why she could be captivated by something so simple. Easing forward until she was pressed up against his chest, Harmony laid a sweet kiss or two on his cheek.

With a splash of light pink on her cheeks, Harmony snuggled back down into her original position, letting Thor feed them both until the plate was empty. He gave her a long squeeze, trailing kisses along her hairline, down the side of her head before releasing her from his hold. Harmony took the empty tray, which was a relief on her weak arms, back to the kitchens and when she got back, Thor was still sat at the large table with several rolls of parchment before him. He had one elbow propped up on the wooden surface, holding his head against his knuckles as he read the documents in front of him, his other hand rested comfortably on his thigh. It was rare to see him doing such a thing with his day.

The prince was kept very occupied on his paperwork, which saved Harmony a great deal of nerves – she didn't know how she could have done her work if his eyes had been pinned on her, watching her every move like a skilled hunter. She made his bed with a lot of care and prepared the fire.

She had become used to a certain sense of luxury that she shared with her master; a roaring fire spreading its warmth to every crevice and corner of the room, and a soft bed with plumped pillows, smooth sheets and velvety quilts and blankets. And this sense of luxury was not one she wanted to be without.

Harmony quickly washed her hands to clean the ash and soot from her hands after making the fire. Sparing a glance towards her master, she saw he was still reading over his paperwork, but now had a quill idle in his right hand. Curiously, she padded over behind him and looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. At the sight of a few words she didn't understand, the young mortal gave up trying to read that particular roll of parchment and her eyes flickered over the others. Not at all disturbed by her, Thor gave no protest when she rested her chin on his shoulder and wound her arms around his neck from behind. He gave her a loving nudge, their cheeks pressed lightly together.

Then out of the idyllic peace came a knock at the door, and after momentarily startling like a doe, Harmony calmly made her way across the room to see who it was.

"Good morning, Harmony," Loki smiled amicably down at her. "May I come in?"

Managing a small smile in return, Harmony pulled the door fully open and stepped to the side, closing it again after him. Thor had been watching every move, his hands stilling in their work. He rose slowly from his chair, adopting a wary, intimidating stance, keeping a close watch on Loki as he entered the room. "Harmony, run along now," he said firmly, stiffly.

Loki reached out to stop her, "No, no, this is a matter concerning you, little one. I have news for you," his eyes held a gleam that the girl was able to understand, and a smirk tugged at his lips as she trotted back to Thor's side like an obedient puppy.

It was plain to both the gods that she was apprehensive; unnerved by having both of them alone with her, both so dominant and powerful in their ways, and there was a slight unease in the air, a tension between two alphas, which she was caught in the middle of.

Loki took the chair adjacent to Thor's, his comfort and familiarity a subtle tease and challenge to Thor's dominance in his brother's territory. Giving him a warning look which made his nerves stir, Thor pushed his slave gently towards his own chair, which was grander than all the other chairs at the table. Harmony sat down uneasily, crossing her arms in her lap as she hunched forward a little bit, and Thor stood by her side, bringing his hand down to rest heavily on the shoulder furthest to him, asserting his ownership but also reminding her he was close for her.

"What is this news, brother?" Thor asked.

"I have managed to locate your brothers and sisters," Loki said to the slave girl, hands clasped firmly together on the table. "One of them remains within the slave trade, your brother, Arro. I have spoken to our father," his eyes flickered briefly to the Thunderer, "and he has permitted me to possess Arro as my personal slave. Tomorrow morning, I shall return there and claim him, and he will live in the palace with us." The younger god watched a smile, filled with glee and delight, that brought her eyes to twinkle like tiny stars, light up Harmony's childlike face like a new dawn.

"Really?" she whispered. Part of her was afraid it was all a dream, for it seemed almost too good to be true.

Loki smiled warmly, opening a hand out for her to take. Sparing her master a tiny glance, Harmony hesitantly put her hand in Loki's and his slender fingers gently closed around it. "Really. Do you remember anything of him?"

Harmony's brow furrowed as she racked through her memories, trying to find somewhere to place him. "How old it he?" she asked.

"11 years," Loki replied.

"I think I remember something," she said slowly. "Just before I was sold the first time, I think I saw him as a baby."

"Well, I shall leave first thing tomorrow morning and I shall introduce you both when I return," Loki rose from his chair.

"Thank you," Harmony said sweetly.

"Not at all, sweet child," Loki's gentle smile morphed into a respectful nod towards his brother, who returned the gesture stiffly, the cogs of his mind turning. Loki knew some wrongly underestimated Thor's mind; he was far sharper and cleverer, and combined with his incomprehensible physical power, it was wise to fear him. Thor had his eye on him, and so he would have to be careful. "Brother," he said pleasantly; the last thing he wanted was to be on Thor's bad side.

Thor was silent as Loki let himself out, giving Harmony a final sincere smile before master and slave were left alone once more.

Harmony quickly removed herself from Thor's seat, no longer having a reason to be there, but the blond giant made no move to resume his work. She peered up at him, her joyous smile fading at the sight of the mask of seriousness worn on his handsome face. Was something wrong? Had she done something bad? But then he looked down at her and his face softened, allowing Harmony's face to light up again. With a chuckle, Thor lifted her up like a child, supporting her under her thighs with a single arm, wrapping the other around her middle. "I hope you are pleased," he murmured, brushing their noses together.

Harmony nodded happily and kissed his mouth without thinking about it. Thor put her down, telling her he had to continue his work. After receiving a final kiss, Harmony watched him for a few moments before reminding herself she had duties to attend to as well, and by early evening, she was worn out.

"You must have polished that wood to within an inch of its life," Thor grinned, tidying the mass of parchment scattered across his table.

Harmony stopped, exhaling deeply. She must have polished the wooden frame of his bed at least three times, making a thorough job of each. With each second, her hands and arms drowned further in the ache of fatigue, and she put her cloth and polish back in their usual place, then washed her hands again.

Amazingly quiet, Thor crept up behind her and swept her knees out from under her, catching her upper body just before her head hit the floor, and he found her startled yelp rather amusing. He kept her cradled to his chest as he carried her to the fire, laying her down on the plush carpet before it. He climbed over her, his eyes practically devouring her innocent beauty, taking in every inch and feature of her face. There was the slightest tremor in her lips, probably too small for her to realise she was doing it, and they were parted in a way that accented her delicacy. Longing to kiss them, Thor lowered himself onto her, covering her lips passionately with his.

Underneath him, Harmony whined and struggled, resisting him.

Angered, Thor lifted his head and gripped her with his icy sapphire orbs, demanding an explanation for her refusal. With a pained expression, Harmony pushed at his chest, drawing in laboured breaths, and Thor realised he was crushing her. Easing his weight on her, he kissed her again, overpowering her more than needed as a silent reminder, and he felt her already rapid heartbeat quicken even more. Curving his lips upwards in the kiss, Thor rolled his shoulders forward, with a slight arch in his back, so that he loomed over and covered her with his weight and warmth.

With growing passion, Harmony's hands ran through his soft hair, down his neck and over his shoulders, reaching as far as her position would allow her, curling and gripping eagerly with her fingers. An approving growl vibrated between them, the sound originating deep within his chest. A need rush of need gripped Harmony. It dug its claws deep into her and rooted itself firmly in her body, and before she could breathe again, she found that her legs had circled around Thor's middle, clinging on with all the strength she could muster.

Thor pulled his mouth away, leaving her pink and breathless but he had no time to see as he had already begun his assault on her neck. Harmony's lips fell open, spilling moans and gasps like a river over a waterfall. Her tiny fingers became lost in his golden mane, pulling and twisting. Skilfully, Thor's tongue trailed hot, wet patterns over the skin of her throat, leaving a lingering kiss every few moments, and each one made the heat between her legs deepen. Unable to deny her body's craving, she bucked her hips with an accompanying whimper.

In no mood to tease her, Thor picked himself up onto his knees and flipped the slave girl onto her belly. She landed with a soft cry, caught off guard and started trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. There was very little time to wonder what he might do with her; his fingers gripped her leggings and lower under garments together and nearly tore them off her legs. Her tunic had ridden up over her hips, leaving her bare thighs and hind exposed to him, their paleness in deep contrast to the golden glow of the fire. The girl flinched as her entire lower body was stripped bare and her clothes tossed to the side. She kept her forearms tucked closely to her chest, pushing her weight down onto them, tense and vulnerable.

"Relax," Thor purred, grasping hold of her thighs and spreading them as wide as they would go without hurting her.

He leant forward, looking at her womanhood closely from behind, and smiled. Innocent and natural, she was perfect. A woman without hair was no woman at all. While Harmony's persona was that of a young girl's, sometimes reminding him of a delicate child, she had the body of a woman, and Thor was disgusted by even the thought of changing something that physically contributed and signified her womanhood. He loved it all, her soft breasts, the curls between her legs, the proportioned outwards curve of her hips.

Placing a palm on her lower back, Thor reached forward, forefinger extended straight, and brushed very lightly against her opening. Harmony gasped loudly, her body seizing instinctively as jolts of fiery electricity set every nerve ablaze. Thor's smug laughter reached her ears. How easily he could control and bend her body to his will!

Harmony fought the urge to fidget and Thor inched his finger forward. Her body would have curved if his other hand had not been holding her down, leaving her to just whine softly into the carpet as his finger began to mimic what his cock had been doing to her the night before. Every few strokes, he would pause to circle her sensitive clit with a pressure that made her squirm and moan, driving her mad, and made her lose the feeling in her legs. Harmony fisted the plush carpet as she sang for her god. Against his finger, she could feel herself becoming more slick with each stroke. An ache sat in her hips, longing to roll herself in his rhythm but his weight on her lower back was unyielding, almost merciless.

Once she was as slick as a seal, Thor quickened his movements, using more strength and he played her like an instrument.

An ache of his own now stirred with aggressive passion. Thor could wait no longer. He poised his glistening finger at her entrance and pushed his way inside.

Harmony moaned beautifully, so tight and hot around his digit as her body tensed from the intrusion. Turning her head, she grit her teeth together, her body opening to take him inside her, expanding slowly. Slowly, but not gentle enough, Thor pumped his finger in and out of her, drinking in her whimpers and pants like he was addicted to them, and it only helped in loosening the restraints on his control.

Suddenly gripped by pain, Harmony cried out, eyes squeezed shut and hands desperately clutching the fur of the thick carpet. Her body longed to writhe, to do something to dislodge Thor's rough finger, the searing pain ripping through her.

Every ounce of strength she had, fuelled by adrenaline, went into bucking and squirming, but each movement, each thrust drove Thor further into a frenzy of animalistic hunger. Each fibre in his body was screaming with want for the mortal. It bombarded his mind; the agony of not being able to take the one he loved, the only one he couldn't yet have.

Harmony could take no more. "Master, please," she whimpered, voice thick with pain. "It hurts, please, please."

It was almost as though Thor hadn't heard her at all. She could not look at him, but if she had seen his eyes, she would have been staring into endless seas of lustful black. The god pushed all the way to the knuckle, the hand on Harmony's back crushing her into the ground.

Throwing her head back, Harmony cried out, a high-pitched sound of desperation and helplessness. "Please, slow down! My lord!"

Again, nothing changed and the torture remained.

Then suddenly, the hand on her back was gone and her body sprung up like a striking a viper, though even with her abler struggles, she could not remove him from her sore womanhood. Lost in a blur of pure feeling, Thor's other hand slipped into his trousers. He gripped his rock hard length and started pumping.

In a final attempt to reach him, Harmony gave a strangled cry, "Thor!"

She collapsed, drained of all strength, whimpering like a wounded puppy, quietly pleading. Every minute seemed to last an hour, each moment hurt. She couldn't take it, she wasn't ready to take it like this.

All her fight was gone. She lay limp on the carpet as Thor thrust his finger in and out of her wet core while building himself for release.

Within minutes, he exploded in an inferno of ecstasy and lust, spilling his white hot essence onto his trousers and hand, head thrown back and panting. At long last, his finger stilled inside Harmony's abused cunt, and Thor slowly became aware of his surroundings as he lowered from his high.

Below him, his mortal took the first chance she could to curl her body up, escaping his long, soaked finger, shivering and weeping softly. Thor pulled his hand out from his trousers and wiped it on the fabric, only able to watch her so broken.

"Harmony," he spoke softly after what seemed like a lifetime.

Stiff and so sore, Harmony gathered herself together and slowly raised her teary face to look at him. Thor's heart clenched unbearably; she looked utterly terrified.

"Oh, Harmony."

Please review!

What did you think of: Thor's warning/talk with Mo, Harmony starting to learn about pleasing Thor, Loki going to S.O.A.K and finding Mo's siblings, Loki's visit to Mo and Thor, the tension between Thor and Loki, Harmony's growing passion, and Thor losing control?

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