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You stand in front of the throne trembling. “Y-your highness?” You curtsy, staying low. You’ve been a servant for the royal family for a long time. Now Loki was king, and he had a new job for you.
“I’ve watched you for a long time, (Y/n).” Loki starts forward. “Little one, tell me why I would do that.” He lifts your chin with a finger.
“I…I don’t know, my king.” You look up at him. “Why would you watch me?”
“Come now, you’re a smart servant. You tell me.” You feel your heart race.
“Your majesty…I-I really haven’t a clue.” You lower your eyes, though Loki now grips your chin.
“Then it seems you don’t get to know.” He grins and pats your cheek gently. “You are now my personal servant. Go, ready my room for my future wife.” You nod and curtsy.
“Yes, your majesty.” You leave the throne room quickly, worried about failing him. Who is his wife? No rumors have been circling. You wash his sheets and hang them to dry. Some of the servants study you before going about their chores. Was it you? You shake your head. That’s not possible.
Loki sits on the throne, nervous about what your reaction will be. “Are you certain she is the ideal woman?”
“Yes your majesty.” The advisers present a young woman before him, telling him she is a princess from a distant realm. The marriage will form a strong alliance, good for Asgard. “This is Princess Iona.” She curtsies. Loki admits she was very beautiful.
He stands and walks to her slowly. “Stand, your highness. You will be my equal, and will not kneel before me.”
“Yes, your majesty.” She smiles up at him, nervously playing with her long red hair. Loki cups her cheek.
“Call me, Loki, dear.” He closes his eyes and kisses her forehead. He couldn’t bring himself to kiss her yet. “How would you like to spend the day before our wedding?” Loki offers his arm to her, which she gladly took beaming.
“Just a quick tour, Loki. I understand there is still a lot to do.” She leans against him, thinking how lucky she is that her husband is handsome and respectful. Maybe he even loves her?
“Of course.” He smiles, though he doesn’t feel happy. But a king doesn’t have the luxuries of choosing love over duties. Not that (Y/n) knows how I feel… Loki chides himself.
“So, tell me about yourself, Loki.” Iona gives him a dazzling smile.
“Well, I tend to stay busy, with meetings, duties, but I try to find time to read as well.” He looks into her blue eyes. “Tell me some things about you?”
Her smile widens, thinking this means he is genuine in his asking. “Well, I also enjoy reading, but I was really taught how to debate, delegate…be a queen, wife…and mother.”
Loki frowns. “How did they teach you how to be a mother? Or, for that matter, a wife?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Loki. I…I was taught with my younger siblings.” She smiles. “As for practicing being a wife…there wasn’t a lot of practice, to keep my purity for you.” Iona sighs. “But I learned how to obey, and try to soothe.”
“It’s alright, little one.” He kisses her hand. She blushes deeply. “I understand.” They make it to his bedroom. “This is our bedroom. I can leave while you explore it?”
“N-no, not-not yet, Loki.” She swallows nervously.
“Iona, is everything okay?” Loki leads her away from the door. “I only wanted you comfortable. I wouldn’t have followed you in. I wouldn’t do you the dishonor.”
“I know, Loki. And I appreciate it.” Iona sighs. “I guess…won’t I be lonely while you’re busy?”
“You can make friends, my dear.” He smiles. “With anyone really.”
“I certainly will try, Loki.” She smiles back. “Will I have a personal servant as well?”
“Yes, though she doesn’t know yet.” Iona nods. “I can introduce you. She one of mine at the moment; I’m trying to train her for you.”
“Loki, is your other servant a woman as well?” She looks up at him worriedly.
“No, I have a man as my main servant.” Loki kisses her cheek. Iona sighs in relief. “Do you want to meet her now?”
“I would love to.” She smiles and walks, a little happier, thinking Loki will be faithful.
Loki leads her outside where you were. “(Y/n), do you have a moment?”
You turn quickly and curtsy. “Of course, your majesty.”
“This is Princess Iona. She will be your new mistress.” You curtsy toward her. Iona smiles and takes your hands in hers.
You are confused. “Your highness?”
“I hope we can be friends!” She grins.
You’re speechless. Of all the women you thought Loki would choose, her personality seemed…too happy compared to his. “O-oh, I hope so…too.” You try not to move away from her. Loki chuckles and pulls Iona back.
“Come, dear. Give her some space.” He nods to you and heads off. You stand there confused by the interaction. Weren’t you Loki’s servant? You sigh and shake your head, checking on his sheets. It seems Loki gave you away to his wife…how thoughtful. You internally groan. For once…you let yourself believe in his flirting. And this is what you get. You start back to his room and start making his bed before straightening up everything else.
Soon it was nightfall and Loki returned to his room exhausted. Iona’s energy was difficult to keep up with. “(Y/n), I’m glad to see you are still here.” You turn and look at Loki.
“Yes, your majesty. Did you need anything?” You curtsy.
“Yes,” he crosses the room to you. “Keep an eye on Iona. I don’t trust her.” You nod. “And share my bed.”
You frown. “Your majesty, shouldn’t you-“ Loki grabs you and throws you onto his bed as you yell. He covers your mouth and whispers in your ear.
“Darling, you should be my wife, not her. You understand me better than anyone. It should be you who is queen.”
“L-Loki?” You look up at him scared. “What are you saying?”
He starts kissing you deeply. “Be my mistress.” He murmurs as his hands trail up your legs under your skirts. “What do you say?”
You nod your head. “Yes.”
“Then you must be silent about what we do, little one.” He murmurs and you moan in agreement as he takes you as his.