It was 11 in the A.M. when he arrived at my penthouse. I'd been sleeping in my b. with the covers over my h. because it was too damned early to be up in NYC. But since I didn't have a nanny or butler or anything, I eventually had to get up to answer the d. since it wasn't helping my hangover at all.
When I answered the d., there the guy stood, in a well-cut suit, black hair slicked back, and cold green eyes staring down at humble ol' me. He didn't have much of an expression on his face, but I couldn't help but think this guy was judging me all the same.
"Loki Laufeyson, I was sent by my agency to be your new valet." He probably thought he was speaking at a normal quiet tone, but to me at the ungodly hour of 11 A.M., he might as well have been shouting.
It took me a m. or so to remember that I'd asked the ol' dad (O.D. for short) to get me a valet because I thought royalty like yours truly needed a manservant like my friend Tony Stark, but I wouldn't have a butler like Jarvis was—no—I was going to get a valet since I didn't live in some fancy mansion at the m. I don't want to get a mansion since it'd just make things too easy for Beloved Motherly Relation (B.M.R. for short) to come and stay for a long t. It wasn't that I didn't like B.M.R., but she and O.D. have been trying to get me to tie the knot with some girl ever since I finished my e. at U. of London a few y. back.
"Excuse me, sir," Loki interrupted. I blinked like an idiot at him until he decided to walk into my h. abode without an invitation and glided over to the kitchen.
I figured he was hungry or something and honest to G. didn't care if he walked right into my life. In a broomstick up the a. way, he was kind of attractive and was a snappy dresser.
Closing the d., I was gonna go back to b. when he kinda appeared behind me with a silver platter and this weird steaming cocktail (or at least I thought it was a cocktail). He offered it to me without a w. and I just took it because it seemed rude not to.
"What is it?" I asked because it didn't smell like a morning pick-me up at all, like it was some virgin mix that didn't have caffeine or alcohol in it.
"If you would drink the entire glass, sir. It is an invention of mine that I've been told by many gentlemen works wonders for hangovers."
I didn't think twice before I downed the whole g. because anything that could take away hangovers was fine by me.
The magic potion took ten s. to work and I felt good as new. Loki took my g. away from me and shimmered away after that, leaving yours truly alone in my l. room wide-awake.
Since I was awake, I decided to go and change, maybe go out for lunch at my club to see my good pals Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun. By the time I shuffled into the good ol' b. room, Loki was already there, laying out my clothes for me on a made-up bed.
I didn't know how he managed to get in there before me, but I wasn't going to push my l. in case he disappears like some weird genie or phantom because I knew the moment he handed me a towel and got the tub filled that the agency had given me a personal fairy god thing (or maybe fairy godbro would be better since he wasn't old enough to be a fairy godfather, I'll decide later).