I nervously fidgeted with my dress, today was the big day. I finally reached the age when I was able to become a chambermaid of him. My heart started to pound faster, by only thinking about him. His raven black hair, piercing green eyes which were emeralds, luscious pink lips, strong jaw and defined cheekbones. The man looked perfect in every way. Though everyone looked at his brother Thor, I only had eyes for him. Loki, the God of Mischief, he certainly had lived up to that name.

As a kid he always played tricks on everyone. When he got older his tricks became crueller and more elaborate. Unfortunately he went on a very dark path, when he found out that he was adopted, a Jotun. I saw how that broke him, how he suffered from the inside, after he found out about it. I knew about it, because I always watched him from the shadows. Being a servant mend that I could walk around, going unnoticed by everyone, including him. I was cleaning Odin's room when Loki had barged into the room, throwing angry accusations at his mother. He was beyond himself, angry at his mother that she had hid the truth from him, that he was a Jotun, adopted into the family as some kind of house pet.

Odin had fallen into Odinsleep and Loki became king, Thor had been banished to Midgard, for his foolish acts against Jotunheim. Loki ruled for a short while, because Thor came back and before I knew it I saw Loki fall from the rainbow bridge. My heart had shattered into a million pieces, when I saw that. I had lost the only love I had ever had, before I even got the chance to confess my feelings to him. At that time I had become depressed, kept to my chores, stayed in my room and ate or drank nothing.

It went like that for a few years, until word had reached me that somehow Loki was still alive and wreaking havoc on Midgard. I was overjoyed, my life had meaning again, but it was short lived. When Thor brought Loki back, he was a broken man. He was wrapped in chains, with a nuzzle covering his mouth. Odin was infuriated, he yelled at Loki and locked him up in the dungeons.

For many years Loki was down there, in those horrible dungeons. With a lot of pleading, I got to serve him his food. He didn't look at me when I gave him his food, but that didn't matter to me. As long as I could see my most cherished shadow I was happy. I always smiled when I served him his food, he deserved to at least see one happy face. But he didn't look at me, so it was for nothing. I had watched silently how Loki had become more and more depressed, being locked up down there really wasn't good for him.

Sometimes I could see an magical apparition of Frigga, it faded when I came closer, but I was glad that she still was there for her son. Odin had forbidden her to visit her son in person, he didn't say anything about a magical illusion. Thor visited Loki every now and then, keeping it limited to small chat, knowing that Loki never was the man who liked long conversations. Thor called Loki brother, but Loki refused to call Thor his brother, he still held a grudge against him.

Whenever I could I told Loki about the things happening upstairs, of course after I finally had scraped all my courage together, which had taken me a while. Loki seemed to like it, me keeping him updated of the important things upstairs. It mostly were official announcements, feasts, battles, gossip and other news. Anything that could make him feel like he wasn't completely excluded from everything going on in Asgard. Loki had bettered his life, he wasn't so angry anymore and Odin had changed his sentence, Loki was to be kept on Asgard. He was no longer a prisoner in a cell down in the dungeons, he now was a prisoner on Asgard. Forbidden to leave Asgard, he could walk wherever he wanted on Asgard.

Loki mostly kept to his room, not going out much. I was only a servant so the only time I got to see him, at feasts, social gatherings, trainings and public places. I was still too young to serve him in his room, you had to be above a certain age to be able to do that. But luckily time seemed to fly by and I had finally reached that age.

"Avalyne, hurry up, or else you're gonna be late to your first day serving prince Loki", my friend Seira told me.

"Yeah, I know that, just a second", I answered.

My friend Seira knew of my love for prince Loki, she had laughed at me many times, but she accepted it. At least my love for Loki was more possible than hers for prince Thor. Thor already had a women in his heart. As far as I knew Loki didn't have anyone. I know that me being with prince Loki is ridiculous, but at least I had a chance, a small one, but it was something.

I quickly brushed my hair, did my dress right and rushed out. Seira and I ran to the breakfast hall. The servants had a small breakfast hall, which was also meant for all our other meals. It was a disgusting place, with no decorations of fancy stuff, just chairs and tables. But it was cozy and nice, I actually liked it. Our footsteps echoed through the palace as we ran as fast as we could, we were so late. I'm sure the head maid is going to have our heads, but I didn't care. Nothing could ruin my mood, I got to see Loki's room. I'm sure there's a lot of green in his room, I love that. For some strange reason I had been born with dark green hair, it looked black at first sight but when you looked closer you saw that it was green. When the sun fell down on it, it sparkled like emerald.

Seira and I reached the breakfast hall and avoided the head maid, we shoved down our food and ran to our choirs. I had to run to the kitchen, to get Loki's food. The chef laughed at me, when I came in running, nearly bumping into a pile of pots. I gave him a dirty look and he quickly stopped laughing. Loki's food was easy to pick out, everything was green and gold. Loki sure had a good taste, I'm pretty sure he picked this out himself. I grabbed the tray and walked out of the kitchen.

I'm so excited, I'm gonna see loki up close, how amazing. To see that marvelous man from so close and in his chambers. It is a long walk to his room, but that gives me some time to gather my thoughts. I spotted his chambers and felt my heart rate increasing. I gathered up my courage and knocked on the door.

"Come in", his velvet voice rang.

Keep it together Avalyne, now is not the time to start squealing at his voice, you gotta bring him his food. I put down my nerves and open his door, into his chamber. The first thing I entered was a small hall, so that a person didn't walk straight into your room. It was only a few steps until I reached his sleeping area, his bed is huge and green. How I would love to lie on that bed next to him. Stop it Avalyne, stop daydreaming, that could never happen.

Loki sat in a chair reading a book, looking out on Asgard on his balcony. Do i have to bring his food to the table near the balcony, or his desk or the one next to me. Loki must have spotted my confused look as he signed me to come to him. I nervously walked up to him and set down his food on the table. The table wasn't big but it was a good enough size for food, if it wasn't littered with books. I held the tray in my left arm and put it slightly on my hip. I picked up everything from the tray with my right hand and placed it down onto the table. It was like a puzzle, a cup here, a plate there, a bowl over there. It took me quite some time, cause his table was really full with books.

I had always known about Loki's love for books, so I did my best not to hit any of the books. Loki just sat there continuing to read his book. Not paying any attention to me.

Wait, what was I supposed to say again to the prince when I had his breakfast ready. Why do I forget everything when I'm around this man. He must have put some kind of forgetting spell on me. Or it could be the fact that I was in love with him and that the sight of him was so mesmerizing. Without noticing it, I was staring at him. I only noticed it when he coughed and gave me a look, that sexy look with one eyebrow raised. Gods, that man is so incredibly handsome. Any more of this and I will have to throw a bucket of water of myself to cool down. Oh no, I'm just standing there looking at him, he must think me a fool.

"Your breakfast is ready, your highness", I finally got out.

"I noticed", he remarked.

His voice is like velvet, so soft and delicate, so intricate that it makes my insides shiver at the sound of it.

"Is there anything else that I could do, your highness?".

"Yes, you could bring me some books".

Loki handed me a list with titles from books on it. Unfortunately his hand didn't touched mine when he gave the list, he was very cautious of skin contact. I looked at the list, if this is his idea of some, I don't wanna find out what he sees as many. The list contained a lot of boos, like 20 of them. How am I supposed to get all those to his chambers.

"Do I need to bring the books to your chambers?".

"No, please bring them to the training grounds. Of course you're supposed to bring them here to my chambers, you dimwitted fool", Loki snapped at me.

"My apologies your highness, it's just that your chamber already has so many books here. I don't think there's any room for more books", I said while looking around his chamber, which had books everywhere.

"Then you bring some books back to the library. You clearly weren't gifted with brains upon your birth".

I felt my insides boil and I wanted to make a snappy comment, but this was prince Loki, I would have my head cut of if I do such a thing. So instead I bit down on my thong and turned around. I gathered some books on the tray and quickly left his chamber, closing the door a little too hard on my way out.

"God, he's such a… a… a… a conceited self inflated man", I spat out.

That wasn't much of an insult, but it was the first thing that came to my mind. I would never call him any names, but that was because of my feelings for him. I don't understand why he's so mean, that's not like the Loki I know at all. Being locked up in his room, has certainly changed him. I guess I now understand why the other maids were so happy that I offered to become one of prince Loki's chambermaids.

Some other girl escaped the mean snarls and insults of the velvet voiced prince. And now I was doomed to become one of his punch pillows, on which he could take out his temper. I guess I was daydreaming, when I envisioned this becoming great. It seemed like I had just signed my own death sentence. A death sentence to the handsome prince Loki.

Ow what a cruel fate that is, a death sentence to the man I'm in love with.