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"No, I don't think you understand," the lady purred, folding her arms and leaning on the table.
"You see, I operate at a price. And I've seen the look on your youngest son's face. He looks lost here. And I've seen the way you treat him" she smirked and looked at the lonely prince sitting off in the distance simply engrossed in a book. Even when he was buried in his own imagination, he looked sad and alone.
"That's the price of my loyalty, Allfather." The woman smirked. "Him."
"Odin faltered, following her gaze to his adopted son. "I see," he mumbled. "Then the deal is set."
The pen in his hand pressed down into the creamy parchment. Loki Laufeyson, Jotun prince of Asgard, had been sold as property to a spy.