Thor.

Son of Odin. Prince of Asgard. God of Thunder, strength, courage and fertility. The Mighty Thor.

Like all Asgardians, Thor possessed superhuman strength, speed, durability, reflexes, stamina, senses. But as the son of All Father Odin and Earth goddess Gaea, some of his abilities had developed far beyond the average of his race. He was stronger and more durable than any other Asgardian, and one of the most powerful beings in the universe. He was easily capable of lifting thousands and thousands of tons of weight without effort; whereas the average male Asgardian could lift thirty tons, and the average female could like twenty five tons.

Also because of his heritage, Thor was nearly completely invincible. He was immune to poisons, disease and other things, and he endured blows from other extremely powerful beings. If Thor did get hurt, his body could repair far quicker than a human or another Asgardian could. He could even regenerate whole limbs.

As well as all his Asgardian abilities, Thor wielded the mighty hammer Mjolnir. He had control over the thunder and the lightning, and other elements of the Earth. He was a legendary warrior, skilled in many areas of combat, but he chose to fight mainly with Mjolnir and his astounding physical strength.

Thor was an extremely handsome man with golden blond hair and sapphire blue eyes and a smile that could make nearly any girl go weak in the knees. He stood at an intimidating, mighty 6"6 and weighed over 600lbs. He was built with muscle from head to toe, which made him seem all the more intimidating.

But Thor was an arrogant prince; arrogant, greedy, drunk on his own strength and power. He craved more strength and power, war and glory. He loved war. He enjoyed it. The battlefield was more of a playground to him, the enemy his toys.

It was barely even an effort to fight anymore after so many centuries; it was more of a sport. Among their friends, they had contests about who could slay the most villains, beasts and monsters.

Thor strode through the halls of Odin's palace, chest out and head raised high, asserting his power and dominance over those around him. In some cases it went as far as people fearing him. Even they adored him too; Thor was admired throughout Asgard for his strength, position and skill in battle. Feared, loved and respected, the people only stoked the fire of his egotism.

As he marched, his heavy, stomping footsteps nearly caused the halls to shake and two servants bowed nervously to him as he passed them but he kept his head high and didn't really acknowledge them. Thor was on his way to the hall for the evening feast. There he would eat and drink merrily with his friends, and tell battle tales old and new.

"Hail, the mighty Thor!" a voice called and the Thunderer made his grand entrance. The people at the feast clapped and cheered for the prince. Thor roared as if in triumph and raised his hands, and the volume raised too. His deep, booming laugh echoed through the hall as he took his seat at the table, while his friends held their goblets up to him.

"How now, mighty Prince?" asked Fandral the Dashing, one of the Warriors Three, and friend of Thor.

"Aye, well, my friend," Thor replied, as they dug into their food.

"Not still sore from our skirmish with the Rock Giants?" Hogun the Grim said.

Thor laughed. "As much as I am mortal, Hogun."

"Did my ears deceive me?" Fandral teased. "Did Hogun the Grim make a joke? And here I was thinking you were still in a foul mood because you didn't get to slay a Frost Giant."

"I have still slain more, Fandral," Hogun replied bitterly.

"Well, we shall see whom the maidens reward more," Fandral replied, self-satisfied.

"Aye, it shall be Thor," interrupted Loki, Thor's brother, in a smooth voice.

"Where have you been hiding, brother?" Thor asked, patting Loki so hard on the back that the God of Mischief was knocked forward. "You spend far too much time dwelling in solitude."

"Forgive me," Loki smiled. "I lost track of time."

"Volstagg, you must leave some for me!" Fandral cried across the table. Volstagg was a large, portly man with long red hair, and the third member of the Warriors Three.

Within minutes the feast was in full swing, filled with people chatting, laughing, telling stories. Music played through the halls and some of the maids danced for the warriors' entertainment. A few of them grouped around Fandral but an even bigger group took a liking to Thor. They hovered around him like moths to a flame, hanging off his thick arms and broad shoulders, running their hands through his hair and over his chest, while blushing and giggling.

Thor felt no true interest in them but it was fun to play along with them. They were just more little toys for his amusement and entertainment. Loki took a single girl into his lap and laughed at the other girls who fawned pathetically over his brother, as the maiden, who was a little more shy than the others, nibbled softly at his neck. He also felt no real, long lasting feelings but it was enjoyable.

Thor wrapped his muscular arm around a random maid's waist and hauled her roughly to his side, earning an excited squeal from her. He gripped her tightly, not gentle, pressing her more dainty body into him, as he chuckled heartily.

From his throne, Odin watched his eldest son, and his heart was heavy. His wife, Frigga, sat beside him. Noticing something was bothering him, she took his hand and Odin turned his head to face her. "What vexes you, Odin?" she asked softly.

"A great warrior is my son, with strength nearly unmatched. He is adored and respected," Odin replied sadly.

"Is that not something we should be proud of?" Frigga questioned.

"But then, he is without humility, gentleness and control," Odin said. "He is vain, greedy and cruel. He thinks only as a warrior, not a leader. If he is ever to reign over Asgard, he must learn the qualities he lacks."

"What do you suggest we do?" his wife murmured.

"He must learn humility and gentleness from someone who has a nature of those characteristics. He must be in the company of one who is gentle, meek and humble, not surrounded by the war and glory he craves. And I know where someone like that could be found," Odin answered.

Odin wished to act quickly, and so the very next day, he journeyed to S.O.A.K with his two sons. Loki had come along without question, simply because he had no reason not to. Thor, however, was in a foul mood because the trip had meant he had to cancel his day's training, something he thoroughly enjoyed and was even more agitated when his father did not tell him where they were going. The three rode on their horses as fast as they could and the journey to the slave market was not too far a journey.

"Father, why have we come to this wretched place?" Thor demanded. He scowled haughtily around the place. He could be training for glorious battle at this moment but instead he was here, in a wasted dump full of cheap dealers and worthless stock.

"I wish to purchase a personal slave for you," Odin replied calmly. "This is one of the largest slave trades in the Nine Realms. We shall not be disappointed." He dismounted his eight-legged horse, Sleipnir, and led the gallant steed through the gates. Thor and Loki dismounted also and followed.

All eyes turned in their direction; gasps and whispers circulated in every place the three gods were in sight. Two boys hurried to take the horses while the head slave trader scurried forward to the royals. He was a short, grubby man with filthy hands and seemingly disgusting behaviour. He bowed low to the gods, while Thor looked upon him as if he were dirt under his fingernails.

"Good day, my lords," the slave trader greeted, rising from his humble bow. "They call me Jaggers. How might I assist you this day?"

"I am looking for a slave for my son," Odin gestured to Thor.

"Of course, my lord, of course. Any kind in particular?" Jaggers asked.

"One that is well trained, obedient and of humble nature," Odin described.

"We have plenty of those, my lord, plenty and plenty," the trader nodded. "If you would like to follow me?" Jaggers scuttled away and the gods followed him.

Odin was set on finding Thor the right companion; Loki was a little shocked at the poor conditions of the people that met his eyes; Thor looked upon those around him as petty animals and wished he could be training with his friends.

Jaggers took them to a square, in the centre of the market, the cages like houses with streets and paths outlining them. "My lords are welcome to look around as they please," he said.

"Thank you. We will find you when we have chosen a suitable slave," Odin nodded.

Jaggers bowed again and disappeared, and the All Father began his search without wasting a second. Loki stayed at his side, looking down at the cages. It was quite easy to tell the difference between most of the slaves. Most of them looked frightened, if not slightly inquisitive too, but frightened all the same. It could not be told at a first glance which ones would bite back if provoked. Loki's eyes fell upon a group of young and naked maidens with alluring figures and lustful expressions. A couple made eyes at him but Loki felt only pity. He continued to look with his father, noticing how he didn't even give the pleasure slaves half a glance.

Thor lagged behind, taking more time to look at the slaves his father had already gone past. Out of all three gods, he was the one whom the slaves seemed most afraid of. He did not understand why he needed a slave but he respected his father's opinion and would just accept that he was going to get a slave. Perhaps he could have some fun with them.

Odin, Thor and Loki continued looking, soon splitting up from one another to cover more ground. It had not been long before Jaggers had come scurrying back and had been telling Odin about each slave he showed interest in, pointing out the ones the All Father would not want to take an interest in. So far, Odin had found three possible slaves that would fit his task, all three of them females and all of them in the more youthful part of their life. As told by Jaggers, they were all quiet, meek and well trained.

Meanwhile, Thor passed another cage containing pleasure slaves. Loki was up ahead, looking quietly. There were five girls in the cage, all beautiful and naked as the day they were born. At the sight of the breath taking prince, they rushed to the front of their cage, succeeding in seizing the Thunderer's attention. They had never seen such a perfectly formed man before. He was huge, strong, powerful, strikingly handsome and held an air of dominance about him. The two girls at the front pressed their breasts against the bars of the cage, making big eyes at the prince.

Thor sneered at them, turning his back to them and striding away. He had bedded a fair few maidens in his time but they were all highborn women of Asgard not dirty whores. His interest was waning fast and he wished to return to the palace.

Unlike Thor, Loki did not sneer at the slaves. They were suffering, why should they be looked down on like that for being mistreated by others? They could have been the noblest of souls just caught at the wrong moment. Loki wandered down a quieter alley, containing very quiet slaves. Then, a single small cage with a dirty grey rug draped over half of it. Out of the cage, peered a child's face, a girl, and she was gripping the bars of the cage, though she was mostly hidden by darkness cast by the rug.

For some reason, she caught Loki's interest. He paused. His body turned and he found himself crouching down in front of the cage. The little girl retreated back instantly, and she pressed her back firmly up against the cold metal bars, her eyes wide in fright. She gathered herself into a ball and made herself as small as possible. Loki tilted his head to the side and nudged closer. As gently as he could, he pulled back the filthy rug, letting more light into her small cage and her face was revealed.

She was young, she looked like a child but Loki could tell she was older, perhaps in her teen years. She was very small and fragile looking, and she had big brown doe eyes that shone with fear but yet held a hint of curiosity, and long curly red chestnut hair framed her beautiful, innocent face. Loki could see her chest rising and falling frantically under the cover of her knees and he could hear her racing little heartbeat. Loki put his large hand through a gap in the bars. "Come on," he said softly. "I will not hurt you." He could see she was tempted but her fear overruled her still. "It's all right," Loki said. "There's nothing to be afraid of. No harm shall come to you."

The girl was more inquisitive and part of her did want to go forward, but she was still too nervous to come forward. She looked at his face intently, trying to read him and make her judgement on him. This strange man surprised her. No one had ever shown such interest in her. Normally, if someone looked at her, and she didn't respond they would simply move on but this man was going nowhere; he seemed determined to get her to come to him.

His face was gentle and sincere, he was patient and calm as he knelt before the cage, his hand still extended through the bars. Summoning her courage, the girl slowly started to uncurl from her protective ball into a feral looking crouch, and Loki saw the thinness of her arms and fingers. He knew that if he touched her, he would have to reign in his godly strength so he would not hurt her, especially if she was mortal.

"Come on," he pushed gently. It was almost like he was trying to beckon over a frightened animal.

The girl slowly crawled towards him, ready to pull back if she had to, and knowing that she appeared to be a feral child but she was more than that. They both knew it. She was just very frightened.

"What is your name?" Loki asked.

"H-Harmony, sir," she stuttered uneasily.

"That is a beautiful name," he said softly. "I am Loki, prince of Asgard." He didn't introduce himself full of vanity and pride; his voice was casual and gentle instead. He noticed Harmony swallow, seeing a mixture of amazement and bewilderment added to the concoction of fear that swirled in her dark eyes.

And she was amazed and bewildered. Why would a prince, furthermore a god want to have anything to do with her, a human slave? Loki made a slight movement of his hand and Harmony took his hint and touched it, but he felt her stiffen as he closed his fingers around her little hand. "It's all right," he soothed her. He then turned his head and called, "Father!"

Odin and Jaggers looked over immediately, and Loki's voice caught Thor's attention too. "What about this one?" Loki beckoned.

At sound and sight of more approaching men, Harmony pulled her hand out of Loki's and retreated back into the darker side of her cage. Loki gave her one last look before rising to his feet as his father and Jaggers approached, and Thor from the opposite direction. Jaggers bent over to see who Loki had chosen. "Ah, yeah, little Mo, full name of Harmony Lockehart. A very fine choice, if I say so myself, my lord. A very fine choice."

"Does she fit our requirements?" Odin inquired.

"Oh, yeah definitely," Jaggers said, moving round the side of the cage to pull off the grey rug off completely. Harmony gasped, her head jerking towards him, while her arms tightened around her knees again. "Oi! Fletcher! Get me the record of Harmony Lockehart!" Jaggers yelled to one of the boys, who then scampered off to complete his errand. The slave trader racked through his brains, trying to recall everything he knew about the Lockeharts from memory. "Er, right, the Lockeharts. Big family from what I can remember. I think she might be the oldest one."

Harmony corrected him in her head. Her brother Kistain was older than her by about twenty minutes. She was the second eldest. Just then, Fletcher appeared with a thin file and handed it to Jaggers. Jaggers shooed him away and opened the file.

"Yeah, yeah, lovely girl she is," he said. "Born in captivity, age of sixteen, human, domestic slave, been possessed once, from the age of six to the age of fifteen. Mistress described her as "well behaved, skilled, very quiet, shy, very obedient". Er, it says here she can read and write. A very fine specimen indeed, my lord." Jaggers closed the file and put in down on the top of Harmony's cage.

Odin nodded in approval and looked to Thor. "Well, Thor, do you like her?"

Harmony turned her head sharply towards the striking giant, her eyes growing steadily wider as she took in his size. He was an alpha, no questions asked. She could not hold his gaze; she was not supposed to.

"I have no need of such a tiny creature," he said, the sound of his deep, growling voice sending shivers through Harmony's body. She shrunk away from his frowning gaze, feeling his eyes pierce her like knives.

"We shall not discuss this, Thor," Odin said firmly. "You shall choose a slave or I shall choose for you."

"If you did, who would it be?" Thor asked, still a growling edge to his voice.

"I would choose this young maiden here," the All Father replied.

Thor took a breath, but it did not soften the hard look upon his handsome face. Harmony wasn't sure what frightened her more – her old master or her new one. "Very well," Thor agreed. "I shall take this little thing." For a second he glared at her, but in his mind he was thinking how he could play with her. She could possibly prove to be another toy for him to play with.

"An excellent choice indeed, my lords!" Jaggers rubbed his hands together and then pulled out a dagger from his belt.

Harmony pressed her lips tightly together as she tried to suppress a whimper. In order for the Binding Law to work, a little of her blood would need to be taken from her. It would then be mixed into the binding potion and the master or mistress would drink the potion, binding the slave's life to theirs. The three Asgardians knew of the Binding Law and knew it had to be done.

Jaggers crouched down at the door to Harmony's cage. Unlocking the door, Jaggers found he was too big to fit inside; he could only reach in with his arms, only to find the girl still out of his reach. She did not want to go. She was too frightened to move. "Come on, little one," Jaggers grunted. "Out you come."

Harmony knew she would have to do it. It was harder than she first thought but eventually her body responded to her commands and she crawled towards the door. When she was close enough, Jaggers hauled her out and before she could gasp, he had sliced the back of her hand. The pain struck like a waiting snake. She ground her teeth together and hissed, as tears pushed through into her eyes. Jaggers held the bloody dagger out. "Which of you three lords is going to be the main master of the girl?"

"It shall be I," Thor declared boldly.

"If you would like to follow me, my lord," the slave trader bowed to the blond giant and scurried away.

Thor gave his new slave a dark look that chilled her to the very core. She stood shivering, unknowing of what to do around the All Father and Prince Loki. They were different to any others. And they may not have been her masters by the Binding Law but they were still masters to her. Harmony gripped herself tightly. Only clad in a faded beige long tunic and boots, she was not exactly well equipped for being outside on a chilly day.

"Come now, my dear," Odin boomed, startling the young slave. "We have no time to waste." With a triumphant smile, the king began to walk back towards the entrance of S.O.A.K.

Mildly confused, Harmony, of course, followed though she first waited for Loki to go first, but the dark haired god gestured for her to walk ahead. She wondered why she had been not chained, not that she wanted to be; she just wondered why she hadn't been. Even as a six year old, she had been chained when being given to her first possessors. Silently and with her head down, she walked with the gods to the entrance of the slave trade, and all eyes of other slaves turned in their direction.

By the gates, three horses were waiting, being held by young boys. Harmony nearly gasped. One of the horses had eight legs!

Moments later, Jaggers returned with Thor and then Odin paid for Harmony. After bowing and thanking, and bowing and thanking, the grubby slave trader finally left them alone. Odin mounted the eight legged horse and Thor mounted his own steed. Loki stayed on the ground. "Where shall Harmony ride?"

"She shall ride with Thor," Odin said firmly.

Harmony's heart began to thump wildly, her blood prickled with uncertainty and fear. "Remember to be more careful," Odin reminded his son. "Mortals are more fragile than Asgardians."

Thor grunted as he leaned down to snatch the slave in his hands. The little girl let out a small yelp as she was seized by the most powerful hands she'd ever felt and lifted as easily as if she had no weight at all. She was placed practically on her master's lap, pressed firmly into his solid, warm body. Thor took hold of the reins and steered his horse out of the slave trade, and Harmony gripped the front of the saddle to steady herself. Loki mounted his horse and quickly caught up.

Thor's enormous form loomed over Harmony like a mountain. She had never felt so small and helpless in her life ever before. And she knew there was no going back now. Thor was now her master and she the Prince's slave.

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