this realm...this beautiful place has fallen...Asgard is lost but our king will save us...he lets me call him by his name every now and then but i am just a mere servant girl kneeling to her king i have heard him say things in his sleep he just seems so tormented by his past. I feel that he cares for me somehow, i could almost feel his eyes on me when i bathe... i've heard his sweet voice in my dreams and i wish to be his but i am still just a maid to the king of Asgard.

just a simple peasant girl who got lucky in getting a job int he royal household, something that many would dream of having. And though i truly thought i was lucky i also wished i could have been a ship keeper, a seamstress and fashion designer or even a teacher. Not one to teach sparring and war tactics or anything of the sort, but a teacher in the sense of books and maths, sciences, healing even and philosophy. I had always loved to reach, and in my free time, after i had finished all my duties around the castle and no one was looking for me i would sneak off to the library and read till the sun started to set at which point i would walk back to my chambers and eat a late dinner before bed. and when i woke in the morning it was off to the wash houses and then dressing, breakfast and cooking, cleaning and sewing and rushing around attending to all who needed it. I barley ate come to think of it, breakfast was small a piece of bread with honey or a golden apple, dinner was normally stew of some sort maybe a small chicken once in a while which would normally last a week. Unlike the other servants i ate alone and prefered the solitude to the fanfare and celebrations that had, during Asgard's golden age, occurred so often.

But then again, i never was like the other servants around the castle, they all had preferences in knights and the all mighty Thor. But i prefered out king, Loki, the dark haired trickster god.

when i would go in to the library i would hide just to see the king his eyes gracing the pages of books i missed the glow in his green eyes, i missed the tricks he would pull on his brother i feel that i have fallen for a king i am but a mere servant in his eyes i wish i could do more to help him thats when i decided to leave the library hoping he wouldn't see me i walked fast towards the intricate golden doors thats when i felt hands on my waist i slowly turned my head to see him

"my king" i said as he held his scepter to my neck

"why are you here?"

"m..my king I...I wish to be near you i fear that i have fallen in love...with you...i know i could never lie to you so i have told you the truth of my heart"

"i knew you were here all along my pet.."

a shiver ran down my spine at that, but fear gripped my stomach, clenching it so tightly i felt sick. i didn't know how to respond to his statement, he knew, has known that i come to the library, knows that i read even if i am not necessarily supposed to, knew that i love him.

"what is it you think of when you watch me, my pet? what is it you want, nay, dream of when you stare at me?" he questioned.

my tongue felt swollen and too big for my mouth, like a clothe had been stuck down my throat i couldn't speak. The hot burn of his hand on my waist contrasting so much with the cold sharp blade against my throat.

"You watch me in this place every day, surely you must dream of something?" he whispered, impatience laced through his words.