Warning: Contains some minor mature content.
As it turned out, Thor's meetings with women and maidens and harlots were not uncommon, and Harmony was glad to find that out from gossip in the servants' quarters the next day, rather than from having to experience it herself. All the while, Harmony was very confused about what she had felt during the last night. She had never experienced it before. There had been an edge of wrongness to it, but it had also felt good at the same time, which led to confusing her even more.
When Thor awoke, there was his slave already hard at work, as pretty and as innocent as ever. She had left a new dress for the woman he had fucked. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, though his memory as clear as glass. He had killed a man, taken a scolding from his father, and then fucked one of the maids like a beast. He looked down to his side and saw the harlot still asleep. He would leave her there; she could wake and take her leave herself. She had no value to him.
"My lord," he heard his slave girl's timid whisper and looked over to her, seeing that he had startled her.
With a soft groan, Thor got out of his bed, while still completely naked. He saw the girl immediately avert her eyes as soon as he started to move, the ghost of a smirk appearing at her modesty. He wondered if she had ever seen a man naked in her few years of life. Thor found his trousers at the corner of the bed and pulled them on, and stood tall at his giant's height.
"Thor," a voice purred behind him.
The God of Thunder turned to see the woman he had fucked had awoken and was now trying to beckon him to bed again. The bed sheets were pulled up to her collar, concealing most of the voluptuous body but the look in her eyes told him otherwise. Thor was in no mood for her anymore. He had had his fun with her and now he wanted her gone.
"Either sleep or take your leave," Thor growled. "You are of no use to me."
Harmony looked up abruptly and stared at the prince. His eyes were not on her, he did not see her looking at him. She glanced to the woman and then looked back to her master. It seemed he treated everyone like slaves, not just actual slaves, even a highborn like this woman. He was not even being at all kind to her. The woman seemed almost as shocked as Harmony was, but of course she obeyed, answering in a quiet voice, "Yes, my lord."
With a wounded, nearly ashamed expression, the woman got out of the bed. She saw the new dress that had been left for her and put it on hastily while the god waited impatiently, his intimidating eyes boring into her like his lightning. She gave him a final glance and left the room. Chuckling heartily, Thor turned back to Harmony. "They never wish to leave my side. Each one is the same. They crave my care and attention."
As he spoke, Harmony could not help but flicker her gaze to his bare torso. Each muscle was huge and defined, layered with golden honey skin, breathing their power, flexing and bulging, and so, so inviting. They could be used to comfort and protect or to crush and destroy. Perfect for their owner.
"I take it you saw what happened last night," Thor said shamelessly, breaking the silence.
Harmony nodded and said, "You killed that man."
Thor's face hardened. The beast rumbled in his chest and his fists clenched at his sides. Harmony swallowed, very afraid, her body moving slightly away as an instinctive act to protect herself, while her eyes fixed on him, watching his every move.
"You saw that, did you?" the calmness of his voice was nearly the opposite of his body language, but yet it still made Harmony tingle in fear. Her silence answered for her.
Thor took a slow, long step towards her. A smirk slowly started creeping onto his handsome features as he stepped closer, and closer, and closer. Harmony backed away, knowing in her heart that she had no escape, yet still she retreated. The prince's smirk morphed into a dark chuckle as he backed her into the wall. Upon contact with the stone, Harmony felt a sickening tremor shudder through her, as if her heart had been struck by lightning and bound by chains. Her breath spilled, shuddering, from her mouth. Her whole body quivered.
Agonisingly slowly, Thor pressed his palms flat against the wall, on either side of her head, and loomed terrifyingly over her, his body heat radiating into her. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him. All she could do was hope that nothing terrible would happen to her. Thor lowered his head down to her level, causing his whole body to bow to reach her meagre height.
"So," he began in a voice low and dark, "you tend to have eyes for seeing things that they ought not to see. Do you know why I killed my opponent?"
Harmony shook her head, unable to even think of speaking.
Thor watched her tremble helplessly, focusing on her bottom lip, which was like a leaf in the wind, and then he glanced up slightly into her dark wide eyes, finding that they held a few tiny tears in them. "I killed him because my power and strength is unmatched by nearly all in the Nine Realms, because my rage is capable of destroying entire empires alongside it. Because, sometimes, I just lose a tiny fragment of control and things crumble to dust at my feet."
Harmony had never felt more afraid in her life. Never.
His eyes pinned her to the wall, more powerfully that the strongest chains in the universe. Tears warmed her blood drained cheeks as they broke through the barriers and spilled over. As her shoulders hitched violently, Harmony bit back a choked sob, at the same time managing to tear her gaze away from the prince's. She looked down, fixing her sight on his large feet, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"And I could kill you without even a second's thought," Thor brought his face to within inches of hers. "Look at me, tiny mouse."
Harmony obeyed. She stared at him through the web of tears, and sniffed as she tried her best to compose herself.
"So. Never. Make. Me Angry," Thor warned. He pulled away, restoring his full height. "You shall live to regret it, or you may not live at all."
Thor's large hands slid down off the wall, coming to rest at his sides. And with a dark smirk, he walked away from her. He put on a shirt and left, no longer even acknowledging Harmony's existence.
She had been frozen the whole time with her wide brown orbs fixed on him, but he had taken no notice. She knew that she would never be able to do that; she always felt so vulnerable under such an acute gaze but was not surprised that the prince could do it.
The second the door banged shut, Harmony collapsed to the floor, covering her eyes as she wept. Her body cried out in pain as her knees collided harshly with the stone she stood on but nothing, and also trembled with aftershock, her heart still going wild, hard as an iron blow, quick as a hummingbird's wing. Suddenly Harmony looked up, her thoughts racing. She couldn't be there, in that room. It was too much for her.
Forgetting about her duties and tasks, the girl bolted for the door. It took all her strength to swing it open and she didn't care about closing it again. Harmony had no idea where she was going, or where she was going. She just had to get away from her master's room.
It occurred to Harmony that she had nowhere to go. That this place was her home now. No one was waiting for her to come back to them, nor would anyone care if she didn't. If this was to be her life now, Harmony wasn't sure what she wanted. Was a life of fear and torment and abuse really worth living? She found she didn't want to answer that question; she wanted to look and find something that gave her hope of something better.
Harmony turned a sharp corner. She banged into someone.
Whoever they were, they felt rock solid and she could instantly tell them as a male. Harmony looked up with a gasp. She'd run into Loki, the other prince, though in that moment she didn't care. At first, Loki had looked like he was going to give her a harsh scolding for not minding her way. He softened though. He recognised her almost instantly as he saw her.
Forgetting everything, Harmony threw her thin arms around the god's middle and held herself close. It was Loki. The one who had found her, shown her kindness, treated her like she had worth. For a second, Loki was bewildered, almost unsure what to do. The girl let out a sob into his chest, and he immediately guessed his brother. Opening his mouth to speak, Loki felt her pull away and choke through her tears, "Forgive me, my prince."
"Who has done this to you?" Loki asked.
"I fear my master," Harmony whispered slowly into his chest.
"Come with me," Loki placed his strong arm lightly around her shoulders. Harmony instinctively flinched at his touch. "Have no fear, child, no harm shall come to you while you are in my care."
It was easier heard than believed.
Harmony did want to believe him but she found it rather impossible. A part of her was telling her that she was trapped under Loki's grasp; another part of her said it was a comforting sign and that was the part she tried her best to believe. The god took her into an empty dining chamber. The table was set in the very centre of the brightly lit room and the room was surrounded in a perimeter of a few steps.
Loki sat down and gently pulled Harmony to sit down next to him. She seated herself a step lower than him. He looked down at her, knowing why she had done it but then was almost asking himself why she had chosen to do it with him. Taking in her nervousness, Loki lowered himself a step so there was a little less height difference between them.
"What has Thor done?" he asked quietly.
Harmony looked at the floor. "I fear him," she said again.
"Aye, many do," Loki replied, almost sadly. "Let me guess, a brutal demonstration of his strength?"
She glanced up at him and nodded, but after a second she avoided his eyes once more.
"I cannot deny that he is powerful, only a fool would question it. Do not worry yourself, little one, you are not the only poor creature he torments. I have known of respectable maids and noble women to be reduced to bitches panting in the heat, even the meekest of maidens, such as yourself."
Another fear added to Harmony's heart.
She could lose herself to the titan god. Her thoughts and actions could be taken out of her will and handed over to her master. It was something she'd never thought about; she'd always obeyed with a sane mind. She'd never had her control taken from her before.
"I cannot imagine such a little thing like you to ever cause irritation to my brother. I am fairly certain he will never truly intend to harm you, and I will prevent any damage I can," Loki said.
"Why?" Harmony whispered, bewildered.
"You were chosen for a reason," Loki answered.
Harmony looked up at him for a second time, the question spilling from her dropped jaw. "What?"
"You were not given to Thor without purpose. I know what that purpose is," Loki rose to his full height, which was only a few inches shorter than Thor's. "There are some things that battle cannot teach."
Harmony watched him go, only to stand up when he had disappeared, having not thought that he would leave so suddenly. She hurried after him, out into the corridor. But it was empty.
Turning her head from side to side again and again, Harmony made sure that there was no trace of Loki. She stood puzzled. What had he meant?
"My lord?" she called quietly, hoping to hear a reply, but none came.
For a few moments, Harmony wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't bring herself to go back to her master's chambers, despite going against her duties, for which she felt very guilty for abandoning. Though, she wasn't sure where to go if not there. Perhaps she could find Hunter or William. But what would she tell them? How would she explain not being at work; she couldn't tell them, could she?
Harmony slumped against the wall, taking in a couple of deep breaths. Her few moments of rest tricked her into delving into her thoughts of her master. The image of him made her heart begin to pound. A part of her knew that was not the end of what he had planned for her. She had only been in Asgard a few days and this had all happened.
Harmony wondered if Thor had taken his time playing with all the maids of Asgard the way he was with her. From what she had seen last night, he looked like he'd known what he was doing. Well, that was pretty obvious, given he was… god knows how old.
And then it suddenly hit Harmony like a blow to the head that she would live as long as he did. Her mortal lifespan was no more; she would live as long as a god, so long as he lived.
"Harmony!" Hunter called from down the corridor.
With a startled gasp, Harmony turned her head abruptly towards him. The mortal boy had a warm smile on his face. There was a slight bounce in his step as he walked towards her. "Hunter," Harmony breathed in relief.
"What are you doing out here?" Hunter asked.
"I, er," Harmony began.
"What's wrong?" he lowered his head, reading her face carefully. "You look frightened. What's happened?"
"Nothing," she hastily shook her head.
"Yes, there is," Hunter put his hand on her shoulder and she looked into his kind eyes.
"It's fine really," she persisted, "just a bit shaken that's all."
"By what?"
"My master."
"Did he hurt you?" the boy's eyes were filled with worry.
Harmony shook her head, as she lowered her gaze. Nerves were pooling in her stomach, and she couldn't stop them taking affect. Her feet shuffled uncomfortably. "He frightened me, that's all."
Hunter let out a chuckle. "Must have scared you quite a lot to leave you like this."
Harmony smiled through her fear, looking down, "Yeah, I guess," she mumbled.
"Is Thor is his room?"
She shrugged in response. "I have no idea where he went. God, he won't be happy when he finds I've done no work." Hunter could see the confusion and worry in her eyes.
"You're in no state to work," he decided for her. "Come for a walk. It'll take your mind off things."
What Hunter said would be a quick walk ended up taking up most of the day. For the first time in her life, Harmony forgot entirely about her work and duties, and the consequences too. The two mortals walked around Asgard, talking about things only they could share between them, as humans and as slaves. Harmony lived only in the moment. If she didn't, her mind would have started to panic and that was the last thing she wanted.
She felt nervous under the gaze of passing Asgardians. Hunter, on the other hand, didn't mind at all. He was used to it and didn't care either. Harmony wished she could do that. They kept their heads lowered though; they were still slaves.
Around midday, Hunter turned to Harmony. "Wait here." He disappeared into the crowds of people in the buzzing market place.
Harmony backer herself against a wall to feel safer, while scanning the people closely, keeping an eye out for her friend. Her arms wrapped around herself as more time passed and she felt increasingly vulnerable whilst alone. She earned a few more glances standing there uselessly. A smile lit up on her face as Hunter weaved through the crowds of people, and he threw a ripe apple to her which she caught with cupped hands.
"Thanks," she breathed. "Where did you get these? How did you have the money for them?"
"Who said anything about money?" Hunter winked, taking a bite into his apple.
"Hunter!" Harmony gasped, wide eyed.
"What?" he shrugged, as he tried to bite back a chuckle. "What's more important: you not going hungry or some snooty Asgardian not being able to have their regular snacks?"
Harmony was hungry but she still couldn't help but feel guilty for eating something stolen. Hunter didn't seem bothered in the slightest and was already munching quite happily through his apple. He began walking again, beckoning for her to follow. Taking a first, uneasy bite from her apple, Harmony followed after him.
The hours of the afternoon flew by like minutes.
Harmony and Hunter walked through the corridors, now back in the palace, still talking and smiling, so happy that they didn't hear the storming footsteps behind them, at the other end of the corridor.
"Harmony!" Thor bellowed.
Harmony let out a squeak and turned with eyes like a frightened rabbit. She instinctively moved away from Hunter. "M-My lord," she whispered, heart pounding, body trembling.
"Where have you been all day?" the god demanded, storming towards her. "None of your duties have been attended to. You think you can simply abandon your work?"
"My prince, it is not the girl's fault," Hunter interrupted, keeping his voice steady and calm over his fear. He lowered his head. "It is mine."
Harmony looked at Hunter, begging him not to carry on.
"I will take full responsibility for her unfulfilled duties myself. Please, do not blame her," Hunter pleaded. "The fault is mine."
"Silence, boy" Thor growled, his icy gaze rooting Hunter to the spot. Slowly he turned to his slave. She shrunk under his eyes, looking down to the ground. "Did I give you permission to skip your duties? Did I?"
"No, my lord," Harmony was nearly crying.
"No," he repeated in a soft, dark voice.
Then suddenly without warning, he lunged forward with astonishing speed and grace and snatched the little one in his unmerciful grasp and flung her over his wide shoulder, effortlessly as if she were no more than a weightless rag. As she was seized, Harmony emitted a small scream. She clung desperately to her master's shoulder, afraid of being let go as suddenly as she was picked up, while her little heart protested in rapid rhythm. Wasting not a moment's time, Thor set off briskly for his chambers, leaving a speechless Hunter behind, while Harmony tore his heart to pieces with her frightened doe eyes.
Harmony swallowed heavily, trembling, now that her friend was out of sight. She did nothing; there was nothing she could do.
"You are right to be afraid," Thor growled.
She gulped again, and words fell from her mouth without her consent. "Was he so afraid, before you killed him?" Her eyes widened in response, so shocked and unexpected that she would have thought the question would have come from someone else, not herself.
The question brought so much more to her mind. Had that man really been that afraid? What if he'd had a family? How was his death dealt with, if at all?
"Aye, he was afraid," Thor answered. "I could not see myself in the reflection in his eyes; only terror lingered in those orbs. He was a coward in the face of death."
Harmony thought differently. Being afraid did not make a person a coward. For one, being afraid was totally natural. A person could only be brave if they were afraid. Fear was an important part of life. And who wouldn't be afraid at the mercy of the powerful, uncaring Thunderer? Only an idiot.
She did not reply. She was in enough trouble already. Upon arriving at Thor's chambers, Harmony felt her heartbeat quicken ever still, and her breathing became heavier to accommodate it. Tears broke entry but she held them back. Thor quite literally dropped her instead of putting her down, and she landed unceremoniously – in a heap!
The prince sneered down at her, having the perfect punishment for her already planned out. "Wait here," he turned on his heels and disappeared into the bathroom.
Harmony did what he ordered, without thought. Her body kept itself curled in the ball she'd landed in, nervously biting on her nails. In the time alone that she had, Harmony tried to calm her breathing and heart, though it did little good. Time passed agonisingly slowly. Within seconds, Harmony felt she'd been there for hours. Her eyes focused on the patterns on the floor, even as far as the tiny grains of dirt and dust she'd failed to clean.
"Harmony!" Thor's heavy voice called, startling her with a gasp.
Shaking like a frightened mouse, she picked herself up. Swallowing to compose herself, she answered her master's call, stepping timidly towards the bathroom door. She had seen the bathroom before. The tub was like one the Roman's would have had, huge, made of stone. Raising shaking hands, Harmony pressed her palms against the cool wood and pushed the door open. Her body was suddenly shrouded with warmth and light steam.
She slipped inside, her eyes to the floor, and closed the door gently behind her. Then, along the floor, her eyes trailed to the large, steaming bath, and they met the sight of Thor's muscular, golden skinned torso. She gulped.
"Do not continue lingering uselessly over there. Come and bathe me, mortal," his tone was serious, but Harmony could see the mirth dancing in his eyes.
She walked around the circumference of the bath and knelt down behind the prince. The sponge, soaps and all other bits of washing equipment were beside him. She picked up the sponge, dipped it into the warm, inviting water and squeezed out the excess before rubbing the soap into it.
"What are you doing back there? Come here where I can see you," Thor snapped, making Harmony jump.
Absolutely clueless of what to do, Harmony didn't move, and Thor, being impatient, swiftly turned his upper body and snatched her in his hands for the second time in less than an hour, muttering under his breath, "Useless creature."
The two words stung her heart, and she felt the thumping muscle flinch. But only a second's thought could be wasted on that. With a harsh grip, Thor placed the tiny slave on his lap, his manhood lying flat beneath her weight. Harmony forced herself not to wince in pain from her master's brutal strength, or to think about his naked member below her. She glanced up to his face. A self-satisfied smirk was written from one cheek to the other, while a dark mirth danced in his beautiful eyes.
So close, Harmony could feel his strong, steady heartbeat through the thick muscle of his pectorals, and through the heat that radiated off his soaked skin. Her own heart fluttered in a rhythm that was totally the opposite; she was still rather shaken from being so roughly manhandled. Her clothes now clung to her tiny figure after being half drenched from her landing in the water.
"Why do you continue to test my patience, little one?" Thor spoke in a low voice. "I do not like to be kept waiting."
Harmony reached for the sponge, clearing her mind, and picked it up. She rubbed more soap into the soft object and then pressed it to his chest. She moved in firm, circular motions, as she had done when she'd massaged his feet.
Letting out a content hum, Thor leaned back and closed his eyes, his muscles tensing and bulging in response to her delicate, perfect touch. She was not so useless after all, he reminded himself.
Harmony washed his upper torso and then moved to his shoulders and arms, occasionally grazing the iron muscles of his limbs with the soft pads of her fingers. A small shiver ran up Harmony's spine. She knew that those same arms had been used to break, crush and destroy, but not to warmly embrace or bestow comfort. Perhaps they could, she didn't know. But now they were holding her, keeping her captive like a prison, and there was no way she could ever escape if Thor didn't want her to.
Harmony was stuck in the worst position possible, for her anyway. She was sitting astride the prince like a rider and with his hardening erection beneath her, it made things much more difficult for her to cope with. Now, Harmony had never experienced intimacy before, sexual or otherwise, but she wasn't completely clueless. She'd been around enough pleasure slaves to find out an adequate amount of knowledge about the male body and intercourse. When you're stuck on your own with nothing to do, you do happen to hear things.
She knew that a man became hard when he was sexually aroused – and Thor was hard beneath her, and that sent a chill to her heart, as her fears filled her head with terrifying thoughts and images of what he could do to her. Knowing the knowledge and actually experiencing something were very different, as Harmony was now finding out.
Thor's large hands felt heavier on her body by the second and this time she couldn't contain flinching with a small whimper to accompany it. He watched her with a hard, steady gaze, not changing his lustful yet calm expression. Harmony could feel the fear rising above her like a tidal wave that would consume her, send her spiralling through the water until she drowned.
The prince did not utter a word to her.
One hand glided up from her hips to the small of her back in a hold more secure than any chains in the universe. The sponge slipped from her fingers and landed with a small splat on the water's surface and was completely forgotten about. Thor pulled Harmony in closer. His manhood twitched and she flinched, but that only seemed to make Thor want her more. There was nothing she could do as he pulled her so close to him that their bodies touched.
Harmony gasped, her lip trembling. Her hands came to rest uselessly on Thor's wide shoulders, unsure of where else to put them. His manhood pulsed below her, eager to drive into something. Harmony glanced up, and the look on her master's face unhinged her last bolt of control.
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