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WARNING: There is mature content in this chapter.

Harmony was unable to think before her body reacted.

Using the floor to help her in a blind moment of thought, she pushed herself away, at the same time scrambling to her feet, her mind and heart catching up a few seconds later. A small whimper hummed through her lips, which were pressed tightly together. She was going into panic. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. What was he going to do to her?

So torn and conflicted, Harmony forced herself to try and calm down, as she got to her feet, still watching the smirking prince with wide eyes, but nothing could rein in her terror. "I-I couldn't," she stuttered. "It's your bed." She wavered like grass in the wind. "I couldn't."

Rising to his intimidating full height slowly, to unnerve her further still, Thor stared her down with powerful eyes, making his intentions clear to her. He took one large step towards her, his posture dominant and confident. "I believe I just gave you an order," he growled playfully. "I should like you to lie in my bed. Now."

Harmony bit her lip, and back away from him, trying to find something to block the way between them. She felt wrong for disobeying his order but her fear was too strong on this one. Looking away, Harmony knew she wouldn't have a choice, however anxious and reluctant she was. There was nothing she could do to stop him, physically or otherwise. She could be overpowered by another mortal with a finger; she had no chance against a god, especially one like the Thunderer.

"I do not like to be kept waiting," Thor murmured, an edge of threat to his voice.

Swallowing what nerves she could, enough that she could will herself to move, Harmony clenched her fists tightly at her side and stepped towards the grand bed. Meanwhile, Thor prowled in the fashion of a hungry panther to the other side, his dark eyes watching her every move with keenness. He peeled back the quilts and got into the bed like any other night. "Come, settle here," he patted the space next to him, his lips pulling back over his white teeth in a grin.

Swallowing yet again, Harmony uneasily perched herself on the spot next to the god. She put herself as far away from him as he boundaries would allow. As she settled herself onto her back, tears began to pool in her eyes. Her body shuddered. She longed for her bundle of blankets in the corner. Thor's eyes were on her; although she was not looking his way she could feel them drilling holes into her.

"Why do you weep, tiny one?" he asked, neither kindly or unkindly. His voice still had its playful and teasing edge to it. "Are you afraid?"

Still not turning to face him, Harmony nodded. The fact of her terror was known already by both of them. She blinked and a tear escaped from her eye, the hot droplet leaving a trail of fear down her skin in its wake, while she felt the pool in both her eyes deepen with even more tears. The nerves on her body were alert and ready, just waiting for his enormous hands to start groping her or his titan body to come crashing down upon her.

"Are you afraid of me?" Thor asked.

Harmony replied with a nod again.

"I would consider you a fool if you were not," he went on. "There are a great many in the Nine Realms who fear me, some who are warriors and great monsters. I would consider you mad as well as a fool."

The girl didn't answer.

"But why exactly do you fear me?" Thor tilted his head. "You are no foe that I strive to vanquish. You are no rival I wish to defeat. You have not wronged me or anybody I care for. You have not angered me. Why do you fear me?"

"I'm sure you know," Harmony whispered meekly. A change of tone could have made it seem like she was being bold to the prince, even challenging him but Harmony made sure she sounded nothing like that. She was also not stupid. By listing those things, Thor was telling her in what situations she should fear him in.

"Aye, I probably do know," Thor said. "You fear me because you are helpless, a mere toy for my using. I am strong, powerful, almost invincible, a god, and everything you are not. You fear me because I can hurt you, and I can kill you without a thought, because you have no power at all. Because nobody will listen if you scream out. That is why you fear me."

Harmony looked away, her eyes locked on her bed on the floor.

"Do not turn away from me," Thor growled.

She rolled back, her eyes now pointing at the ceiling while her heart pounded and pounded against her ribs and her body refused to stop trembling. Was this it? What was he going to do? Harmony glanced at him with eyes filled with terror.

"Do not flatter yourself, tiny mortal," Thor chuckled tauntingly. "I would not waste a drop of seed in you."

That hurt. But at the same time Harmony was relieved. Her body showed it, the fear the left her was slowly being replaced by more and more hurt. She knew she shouldn't have felt so touched by his harsh words. Just because she knew it, didn't mean she wanted to be reminded of it.

"You shall sleep now," Thor said like any other order.

Now Harmony was almost completely relieved as she guessed this had just been a test of her obedience rather than something more. Possessors often chose to test their slaves on how obedient they were; Harmony had heard the tales. Harmony closed her eyes, easing back into the mattress. She felt very out of place but couldn't resist the comfort of the prince's bed. Never in her life had she felt anything so soft, and she was envious too of his luxuries, only now that she had had a taste of them. Her eyes fluttered shut while her head turned to the side a little, away from Thor. Tired from her day's work, Harmony slipped quickly into sleep, and soon after unconsciously rolled over onto her side, facing her master.

Like the night before, the prince kept the slave girl under his gaze. It was impossible to deny that if Thor didn't know she was a slave, he would have mistaken her innocent beauty for one of a young lady's. But Thor did know she was a slave, furthermore a mortal slave, and barely even a full grown woman. Like that would stand in his way.

In between falling in and out of unconsciousness, Thor found himself reaching out carefully, which was an odd thing for him. He often did not take care; if something broke under his touch he usually cared little and blamed whatever he broke for being so delicate, whether it be a person or an object. But now, he did reach out with some care, not with blundering force that would surely crack the mortal's humerus. Thor found he did not want to wake her. The fun of scaring her seemed just not right. The girl was fast asleep, completely and utterly defenceless; Thor would at least allow her consciousness when he taunted and frightened her.

The girl's faded beige tunic covered her poorly as she lay down on her side, leaving her collar and upper chest fully exposed, even allowing Thor sight of the crevice created between her young, budding breasts and a little of their curve, and he found himself licking his lips. His dazzling eyes flickered up, now eyeing her prominent collar bones, so very fragile like stain glass. Her skin was a little dirty but still smooth and Thor could identify her colour – pale but not pasty, more a lovely cream colour.

Harmony moved ever so slightly when Thor's fingers came into contact with the skin of her narrow shoulder but she did not wake, and the fact that she was nothing more than a petty mortal began to slip from Thor's mind. Slave or not, she was beautiful.

With his most delicate touch, he ran his burly fingers across her collar bone, and edged slightly down her chest. The sleeping mortal let out a relaxed sigh. Thor smirked. Even in sleep, maidens seemed to enjoy his attentions. But then, Thor suddenly realised what he was doing and pulled his hand away. He should not be consorting with his slave, not caressing her as if she had value, as if she were something he treasured dearly. With the thoughts of calling himself a fool, Thor went to sleep for the rest of the night, his fingers still tingling from the sensation of her soft skin.

Like most mornings, Harmony awoke very early and for a moment forgot where she was. She opened her eyes, seeing her bundle of blankets on the floor, not slept in, and suddenly thought she'd done something terrible. She lifted her head abruptly. Slowly her memories returned to her and Harmony looked back over her shoulder to find the enormous thunder god fast asleep, seeming as though he would not wake even if his own elements banged in his ears.

Thought still with grace and care, Harmony slipped out of the covers, her little feet making a tiny slapping noise as they touched the floor. Without waking the prince, Harmony washed, brushed her hair and reminded herself to ask William for some new clothes; her slave clothes were becoming dirty and she didn't want to spend forever in them. With that said, she was on her way to the servant's quarters to find a little food so noted she would do so then. It did take a little time, but in the end, William and Harmony found a few clothes small enough to fit her petite build. Luckily, the prince was still sleeping when Harmony returned and she took the risk of changing out of her beige tunic and into a pale blue one.

Spurred on by her small breakfast, Harmony got down to work, doing her very best to not think about the last night.

And it worked, for most of the time; occasionally her mind would start to wander down that path but she sealed it the second she realised what she was doing. It was hardest when the prince finally awoke. He seemed a little surprised to find her out of his bed when he awoke, just as she had been. He looked over and saw her dusting, his hand moving across to the slight dip in the bed where she had slept, and turned his head down as he continued to trace the print with his large fingers. It was barely warm. One wouldn't think she slept there last night.

Thor wasn't too bothered. It had meant nothing, if had not been a little fun. Now he knew that she was very obedient and he could move onto more interesting games. Harmony had not noticed he was awake, so was oblivious to his keen eyes on her, as Thor briefly thought about what he could do with her. She had been frightened too. Oh, it would be too easy! Thor knew he could unnerve her with just a glance. He then wondered how she would react if he advance on her sexually as well. Would she cower or give in to his godly attentions.

Harmony turned around and saw the prince sitting up in his bed, his magnificent blue eyes staring avidly at her. In a moment's reaction, her chest seized and a startled gasp slipped from her mouth. She did not like being snuck up on. "My lord," she squeaked, while trying to recompose herself.

Thor grinned and chuckled quietly. This would be the easiest toy to break. The girl watched him for a few moments, waiting for him to say something. Lifting his hand, Thor made a gesture. "Please continue."

For a second, he thought he caught the hint of a smile on her lovely lips as she turned her back to him and went on with her work. Thor restricted his thoughts of her, and prepared himself for another day, full of training and then many victories. As he was about to leave, Harmony piped up, "Do you not want your breakfast, my lord?"

Looking back over his shoulder, Thor saw the slave standing by the dining table, having just dusted it, with her posture and stance submissive and her eyes swirling like warm chocolate. "Nay, I shall go without it." With that Thor turned and left.

Letting out a small sigh of relief, Harmony got on with the day.

By early afternoon, she had almost finished all her work, save for one job, which was taking the prince's clothes, towels etc. to be washed and dried. The bundle was heavy in her arms, and she had to hoist them back into her full grasp a few times, the effort enough to tire her a little. Once she was done, Harmony was unsure of what she'd do. Her master was not around to ask anything of her; he would not return until the late afternoon and she would hours to spare. Thinking through the possibilities, Harmony decided she would find William and ask him what servants and slaves were allowed to do when they finished their work.

Just then, as Harmony rounded a sharp corner, she bumped into somebody, and she immediately prayed it was no one extremely important, while a quiet yelp slipped from her. Blinking, trying to adjust herself, she looked up and found herself face to face with that of a boy's, not much older than herself, perhaps even the same age. He was a handsome boy. He smiled at her, his hands found her arms quickly to make sure her footing was steady.

"Thank you," Harmony breathed, her cheeks a little flushed. Her eyes flickered from his chest to his face, noting how he was not in expensive robes but as an Asgardian, he was superior to her.

"No problem," he answered. "I'm Hunter."

"Harmony," she said.

"You're from the slave trade aren't you?" Hunter asked, with his head tilted slightly to the side.

Harmony lowered her head and gaze, answering quietly, "Yes."

"So am I."

Jerking her head upwards with her eyes full of curiosity, Harmony searched Hunter's face and found only truth, and with a sudden realisation, she found that he looked like a mortal. There was no way to describe it. She could just tell. And he had spoken the way a human would. The fact that he had spoken to her so nicely and helped her steady herself showed that he can't have been an Asgardian, well, maybe except for William.

"You're," Harmony paused for a moment to swallow and gather her words, "You're from the slave trade?"

"Yes," Hunter nodded. "I've been here for, let's see, over six years."

"Who are you bound to?" Harmony asked, glad that there was a question that only they could share; there was no one else like them.

"Oh, just an Asgardian lord, nothing special," he shrugged. "Who are you bound to? Let me guess, you're a domestic?"

"Yeah. I'm bound to the prince, Thor," she told him. "And let me guess, you're a labour?"

Hunter nodded, while he seemed to be almost impressed that she was bound to the God of Thunder.

"It must be hard, not being as strong as the other Asgardians," Harmony said kindly.

"You learn to ignore the insults eventually. People start to get bored of them as well. But it's not that bad; I often work in the stables and a god's strength isn't necessarily required there," Hunter said. "I've not seen you before."

"No, I've only been here a couple of days," Harmony explained.

"How do you like it?"

She shrugged. "It's better than the slave trade, I guess."

The look in Hunter's eyes told her he understood, and it warmed Harmony's heart to know she was not alone in her position, that there was someone else close by in her situation as well. She hoisted the load in her arms again to stop them slipping.

"Here, I'll take them," though Hunter did not wait for an answer and took the bundle from her anyway before she could refuse out of politeness, and Harmony was left feeling as light as a feather. "Come on," he said, turning away.

Without question, Harmony followed him, making her strides larger to keep up with her new friend. They walked together to the laundry room where the clothes were washed and Hunter sorted everything out while Harmony stood by the door, concluding that, as she watched him, she could have believed he was a domestic slave too, had it not been for his toned arms and honey hued skin from working outside all the time.

Then, Hunter took Harmony for a look round of the stables. He introduced to her to most of the horses and then showed her a little around the palace, asking her a few questions about herself, but nothing too personal. Harmony liked Hunter more and more by the minute. They had much in common, concerning their histories. Hunter took Harmony to the training grounds, and a horrible and terrifying sight met Harmony's innocent gaze.

Down below, fighting in the ring, was the Prince Thor, except, he wasn't really fighting. Instead he had one large hand wrapped around the throat of his opponent while they dangled helplessly over a metre off the ground. Whoever they were tried to pry his fingers off them, as they coughed and spluttered, but to no avail whatsoever. A woman with great beauty came forward, yelling at the prince to stop, as her long black hair flowed around her face, contorted with anger, determination, fear and uncertainty. When Thor did not stop, the woman ran forward and grabbed his arm, trying to pull the prince's opponent back down to the ground, while a few others were advancing forwards with worry.

Harmony's mouth was open like a goldfish, her eyes fixed like a hawk's on the poor man's face. He could barely breathe. He was slipping from consciousness. And Thor wouldn't let go. He was killing him.

Suddenly Harmony found herself gripping onto Hunter's arm, and the boy seemed just as terrified as she was, but she didn't care if she was clinging to him like a limpet. In that moment, all that mattered was that man's life. The dark haired woman was still trying to pull the Thunderer's arm down but he didn't seem to be taking any notice of her, her attempts had no effect.

"You're killing him!" the woman cried.

With blinding speed, the prince turned and pushed the woman away with his free hand and then a sickening crack was heard throughout the ring. Bristling with rage, looking as if he could murder everyone in sight, he dropped the man to the floor. The female warrior picked herself up and backed away, knowing what was happening to the prince and that it was something to fear.

Harmony was still in shock from the gut wrenching snap of the man's spine and almost as afraid as she had ever felt. Her grip on Hunter's arm was like a vice. Her mind raced to fully comprehend what had just happened; it was still frozen on what she had seen to begin with. Thor had… killed a man, a fellow Asgardian. He had snapped his spine like it was nothing and tossed him to the ground.

"Let's go," she found herself whispering.

"I think you're right," Hunter replied, voice equally quiet and shaken. He grabbed her hand and took her away from the training arena.

The next time Harmony saw her master was in the late evening.

He didn't return in the late afternoon like he should have done, and Harmony was actually very grateful for that. Every beat of her heart dreaded his return in blind terror that his anger would turn on her. She would have no chance. Thor could not be defeated by even Asgardians; there was not even a flicker of hope for her. Her best chance was to stay out of his way and pray that he would calm down.

When it got late, Harmony gave up waiting for him to come storming in, gave into her sleepiness and curled up to go to sleep in her bundle of blankets. Everything around her was silent, excluding the soft crackles of the fire but even they had moulded into the nothingness, as if the only thing Harmony would be able to hear were Thor's heavy footsteps, however she welcomed sleep when it came. She just didn't have the strength to fight it.

Not long later, the doors to the prince's chambers were flung open, successfully rousing Harmony from her peaceful sleep. Not even having to think, she shrank back into the shelter of her blankets, making herself as small as possible, and peeped through the gap in the fabric, blood pulsing in her ears.

The first sound after the crashing of the door, was the breathless giggling of a woman, and from her bundle of shelter, Harmony swallowed. In the back of her mind, she hoped he wasn't going to kill her too. Neither the prince nor the woman even made a hint of acknowledging her existence, for which she was relieved, but at the same time, she found herself unable to avert her eyes.

The woman looked rather much like one of the pleasure slaves at S.O.A.K, and she certainly seemed to behave like one, Harmony thought. The woman was helpless in the prince's arms as he forced her into his chambers, not even pausing when he slammed the door shut, with his grip unbreakable on her smaller, more delicate body. He forced her towards his bed while tearing at her beautiful robes, ripping them like wet tissue away from her, a low growl sat in his chest, and it made Harmony shiver all over.

With the woman still trapped against his hard body, Thor seized her in a brutal kiss, enough to make her whimper in a heated mix of pain and lust. She was almost naked by now, her wanton body writhing against the Thunderer's. They did not speak at all. Without breaking the messy contact of their lips, Thor rid himself more carefully of his own clothes; he would not want them damaged, unlike the maiden's for which he did not care. With a growl, more animalistic than the one home in his chest, the prince tossed the woman onto his bed, and her musical laugher resonated around the room, but the breath was knocked out of her as he pounced like a wild animal onto her.

After shedding himself to nakedness, Thor mounted her without hesitation, like how a stallion mounted a mare. He pumped into her furiously while his large hands roughly fondled her large breasts. Her moans were that same mix of pleasure and pain, but Thor did not care which one it was. He was having her, and he was having her now.

"My lord!" the woman screamed. Her voice was like sweet music, clear like the ring of a bell.

"Silence!" Thor boomed angrily, thrusting even harder, and the whole bed shook violently to match his strength.

From where she was glued to the spot, Harmony wasn't even sure what she was screaming with. It could have easily been pleasure or pain. But fear was certainly evident amongst whatever else she was feeling; you could see it in her eyes. The woman took the clever option and obeyed the raging prince, not speaking but still screaming and panting. Thor didn't seem to mind that.

Bruises were already starting to form on her skin under his touch. Harmony didn't know that he was using a great deal of his strength with no care whatsoever. Well, the second part was obvious even to a blind man. And Harmony wondered if this was a regular thing for her master to do. In some ways, she hoped not.

Suddenly, Thor threw his head back, his golden locks swinging back too, and he released a loud, guttural moan that filled the whole room. He collapsed on top of the woman though he was not tired; there was just no need to remain up anymore. However she seemed quite exhausted. Apparently being fucked by the God of Thunder took a lot out of even an Asgardian.

Harmony could not believe what she had just seen, and the fact that she had not been able to look away had shaken her even more. Now that it was over, her body physically allowed her to turn her head and bury it in her warm nest of blankets. But when she closed her eyes, all she could see was the image of Thor fucking that woman and for a reason unknown to her, she felt a hot tingling in her lower abdomen and unfamiliar muscles clenched slightly.

What was this feeling?

I liked writing the ending to this chapter (not just because of the sex ;) ) because I got to show how innocent Harmony is, especially in contrast to Thor.

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