This fic will have a couple of serious situations but for the most part it is meant to be a fun, Sexy ride! Enjoy!
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Chapter 1
Zara placed the clean linens among Queen Frigga's other bathroom items before turning to hold up the towel for the Queen herself to step into. Zara was the queens only handmaiden. Zara was but a baby when she was taken into the royal household. Being a handmaiden she was still considered a servant but she was above the normal servants as she bore the queens magical mark across the back of her hand.
Zara's mother had passed away during child birth and her fathers health had been declining. He gave his daughter up to the queen in hopes to spare her having to grow up a true orphan. The queen had been kind to her. Had raised her into her service. She was the first servant of her kind but the trend set after 500 years of service. Other higher nobles had taken on young trustworthy Asgardian women to tend to their impeccable needs. Treated with more esteem then the other lower servants.
If there was such a thing as servant food chains she would be at the top. She lived and slept in the royal quarters. She ate at a table close to the royals in case the queen had need of her. Her room was lavish and even had its own bathroom. Her outfits consisted of gowns made of cottons with some lace. She was always dressed to be pleasing to the eye. She did after all follow the queen everywhere.
Zara enjoyed her job. There was nothing she wanted for and just to be given a place to live and food in her belly, she took no payment for her work. She did everything the queen bid of her without question.
Zara didn't think herself to be complicated. She enjoyed making clothing and jewellery. She was good with her hands. She was short. The queen was not a tall women but at least she reached her sons shoulders. Zara stared at most men's chests. Her brown curls hanging down to the middle of her back. Her dark green eyes slightly narrow under heavy lashes and thin brows.
Most women were pretty in Asgard. It was in the blood. She wouldn't consider herself a beauty but yes she was pretty. She had a slim figure like every other women, except for those who trained in combat like the Lady Sif. She had a small waist and moderately proportioned hips.
She had small hands with long fingers and larger breasts then she would like. More then a handful was too much in her opinion but she couldn't give them away so she was stuck with them. A lot of the men talked to her breasts and not to her face. It was bothersome. Most men were taller then her so it was easy to look down into her cleavage which was why she began to sew lace across the top of all her gowns, that hid her cleavage.
"Today we will walk the gardens." The queen said smiling her kind smile.
"Yes madam." Zara replied. Her voice was strong and vibrant. She never bothered with whispering. It was annoying to have to ask someone to repeat what they said or to speak up.
"I want you to fetch my son Loki. There are matters I want to speak with him about. I would have him walk with us." Frigga's smile continued as Zara helped lace up the back of her dress.
"Yes my queen." She took in a steady breath. If there was one man she stayed away from most in the entire kingdom Loki was him. It wasn't for fear of him or hatred, but his constant mischievousness were women were concerned. He enjoyed trying to find ways to make the servant girls blush. Most enjoyed his attentions but not her. She'd rather he kept to himself.
After the queen was snugly in her dress Zara left her to do her own hair as she enjoyed doing. She was unable to decline fetching her son. Zara would just have to not look up to his face and hope he ignored her as he usually did. She easily maneuvered the halls until she reached his bed chambers. She knocked and waited.
When there was no answer she turned to leave. If he was not in his room he was in one of two other places. She didn't have to go far. As she turned he was behind her grinning his usual devious grin. She moved her eyes quickly to his chest. "Your mother would like your company for a walk in the gardens." She said her voice staying bold and stern.
"Lead the way." His voice made her take another well hidden deep breath. She walked politely around him and he followed. She could hear his well placed footsteps behind her. He was close which made her whole body shiver despite trying to contain herself.
They walked most of the way without speaking. Plenty of female servants stopped to watch him pass by. They didn't care if he noticed. Those where the ones who didn't mind spreading their legs for men, especially men like the prince. "I'm working on a new potion." He said suddenly. She didn't answer. She wondered if he was talking to someone else. "I am talking to you...Zara isn't it?" She scrunched up her nose. He knew her damned name, she worked there long enough. Why was he posing it as a question.
She couldn't help but stop. She looked at him a moment before walking on. "Yes my prince. Zara is the name given to me by my mother before her passing." She was nodding as she spoke.
"You're not interested in what I have brewing?"
"As I will never see this potion or its effects I find myself uninterested." She said plainly. It was a perk to begin who she was. She couldn't be outright rude but she didn't have to indulged anyone in things she didn't wish to. Speaking to Loki made her uncomfortable. She was unsure how to talk to him.
"Really? You watch me so often I thought you might enjoy anything I do." He was making a jab at her. Of course he noticed her staring. Even if it was at the back of his head mostly. She couldn't deny he was handsome. He had grown very handsome from what she remembered in her younger years.
"I'm sorry my prince but I have not been staring at you but through you." She replied coolly.
"You have such power?" He teased. She had seen this before. His pure enjoyment of making the servants babble or blush at his words or movements. She once watched a young girl drop her serving tray when he gave her a wink.
"Oh yes. I often find myself watching the whole room walk about naked." She replied her sarcasm evident but not thick. He actually chuckled from behind her.
"What a sight that must be. How does one contain themselves after such a sight?" He asked going with it. She sucked in her bottom lip and chewed it a moment.
"I imagine the same way you would, had you seen all the women in the same manner." She said boldly not taking her eyes off the end of the hallway.
"And how do you imagine I would do that?" He was beside her suddenly looking down as they walked. She wished she could run. She willed her face not to brighten in any way and let a small smile cross her lips.
"I would think you'd hold your breath and after a moment politely excuse yourself and contend with any problems you might have after seeing such things. As a male your problems may differ from mine." Her smile never fell but she refused to go into detail with this silly game. He was deliberately trying to embarrass her and she wouldn't have it.
She learned long ago that if you simply pretended things didn't bother you then they didn't. If someone didn't have something to use against you then they would eventually stop trying.
"And what would my problem be?" He asked her his grin was wide when she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
"If you saw a room full of beautifully naked women and had to excuse yourself...I think what you would do would depend on whether or not you had previously slaked your lust that day." She didn't say more but she knew he'd ask. They were almost to his mothers chambers where she was waiting.
"Please enlighten me." He told her. She stopped outside his mothers door.
"Your mother, the Queen, waits inside." She told him bowing as to end their conversation. He tilted his head to look at her before leaning forward and pinning her, his palms pressed to the wall on either side of her head.
"You're good with words Zara, I will expect an answer next time we have an equally delightful chat." He said before pushing back to stand straight and knocking on the door.
(Loki)
Loki lay in his bed staring upward through heavy lidded eyes, his hands behind his head. His mouth was slightly open as he moaned. The little servant who'd been watching him earlier that day was doing a delightful job sucking his cock. He liked her mouth. The way it had dropped open seeing him he immediately thought about her doing this.
She sucked like she knew how, which she probably did. Not many servants escaped being used in some way by the nobles. He wondered who's cock she sucked first. She took him as far as she could and then up again. He could tell she sorely wanted to slip him into her possibly, most likely, dripping cunt but he didn't fuck servants. They could service him but he didn't give them the pleasure of his full attention.
He groaned when she bobbed fast and her hand fondled his sac. Yes, she had defiantly done this before. He reached down and fisted his hand in her short blond hair and pushed her to take him deep. She gagged and he pulled her back up. He was close. He would cum in her slutty little mouth and she would swallow.
He allowed her to suck and bob on her own once more before pushing her down again just as he came. She swallowed coughing. He let her go and she backed up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Go." He said waving his hand at her. She made a pouty face but left all the same.
He drifted off to sleep sated.
Loki woke to a firm knock on his door. He knew the knock. How many times did he hear it over the centuries. His mother had said she wished to have breakfast with him that morning. He knew she would send her handmaiden to fetch him.
"Enter." He called holding back a smirk. He enjoyed his games. He stood making sure she would see him in his state of undress. Yesterday had been the first time he had paid her much mind at all. She had grown into a women over the passed years and she was his new game. Her own word play made her fun to play with. He hadn't expected it. Had he known her to be this coy and sly with her wordplay he would have sought out his games with her years ago.
She entered slowly and her face paled slightly at his naked body but quickly turned to normal. Her immediate shock didn't make him as happy as he hoped. She was a hard nut to crack. "I still expect my answer." He told her deliberately taking his time fetching something to wear. She kept her eyes on the far wall.
"To what?" She asked a hint of coy in her tone.
"As to what I would do if I had or had not slaked my lust before seeing a room of naked women." He reminded her even though he was aware she knew what it was he spoke of.
"Well you would either take off to take matters into your own hand or find some suitable help to relieve the tension." He smirked. Her pun was amusing. She was avoiding being vulgar and was doing a good job.
"And how would they relieve my tension?" He continued still smirking he really was enjoying this. He looked down and found himself aroused.
"I guess it depends. Perhaps by mouth or by spreading their thighs to you." He heard her take a deep breath before haven spoken.
"And how would you relieve my tension now." He made sure to step into her line of vision and gesture down forcing her to dart her eyes to his erect length. He was amused at how she smiled and looked back up.
"I wouldn't. That's what your hand is for. I suggest you be quick, your mother is waiting." She looked almost as amused as himself. Yes she was a hard nut to crack.
He was tempted to go ahead and take matters into his own hand, so to speak, but his mother was waiting. He dressed and allowed her to lead the way once more. He didn't speak to her after that. He would wait until his next opportunity to try and win this game. So far she was ahead in points but he would change that.