Loki's POV
"Brother this market is so boring!" Thor complained.
I pouted "Cmon, please? For your younger brother?"
He sighed "Oh fine Loki."
We walked around the market and after about half an hour or so until I saw a young girl with dark brown straight hair, brown eyes, and black clothes. Her wrists were chained together by steel. I instantly felt a wake of anger and sadness. She was too young to deserve it. I walked over to the man who was keeping her.
I bought her from him and she said "Im Paris..."
I said "Loki, God of Mischief."
