I do not own Loki nor any characters related to the Marvel Universe, all rights belong to Disney. I just found myself to be a part of the Loki Fangirl base a little while back and (given the horrors all of us have been forced to deal with in the recent Avengers movie) I needed to write something to keep him alive to me :P This story is based around the time of the original Thor.

He had always frightened me.

Ever since I became a kitchen servant of the palace and had many duties surrounding each member of the Royal Family and the lives they led, the Prince would make it a point to watch me whenever we were in the same room. I would walk in and feel his eyes on me as I brought the wine or grapes or whatever else they had desired. While Thor had always given me a Princely smile then a wave of his hand when he had taken his refreshments, Loki would stare at me with those cold, calculating, frightening green eyes. I never looked at him directly, it was not my place to do so. But from under my lashes I could see him looking and a shiver would run up my spine and I would have to depart before I fainted. Even as I hurried away I could feel him looking at me and I didn't feel safe again until I was back in the kitchens with the other servants. But even then, the memory of his frigid stare left me feeling uneasy. Sometimes as I went about my other duties I felt as though he was still watching me and would look around to reassure myself that I was alone. I knew that I would always be afraid of him.

And then it happened.

I had just delivered Queen Frigga's evening bread and cheese platter to her bedchambers and was walking back towards the kitchens. My path usually went through the great hall but occasionally I allowed myself to wander the long way, through the gardens. Tonight was such an occasion. I slowly walked through the cornucopia of different flowers and greenery, my eyes closed as I deeply inhaled the different scents. I listened to the sounds of life that only came out at night as I walked. For a few short moments, I allowed myself to forget that I was a lowly servant in the palace of the mighty Odin Allfather but instead imagine what it must be like to have the freedom to enjoy these simple pleasures every moment of the day. I was getting closer to the entrance to the kitchens and began to pull myself out of my dreams when I felt a sense of danger. The hair on the back of my neck began to rise and shivers ran up my spine. I turned around expecting to see nothing and was met with the moonlit garden behind me. Turning back towards my destination, I jumped to discover Prince Loki standing directly in front of me holding a book in his hands.

Doing my best to compose myself, I quickly curtsied, "Forgive me, your Highness. I did not see you along my way."

"You may rise, Tynia."

He knew my name, and that was not a comforting thought. The whole of Asgard was well conscious of what sort of tricks and trouble Prince Loki was capable of causing, and for him to know the name of a lowly servant girl posed an alarming thought.

I rose to my feet but kept my head down, "Thank you, your Highness. I shall be on my way now."

I had barely walked passed him when he spoke again, "I believe I am hungry, Tynia. Since you are on your way to the kitchens, I should like some wine and fruit brought to my bedchambers at once."

Trembling, I turned and replied, "As you wish, your Highness. I shall inform Helka immediately."

"I did not ask for Helka," the Prince smiled, the moonlight causing his teeth to shine, "You shall come to my bedchambers."

I was visibly shaking at that moment, and I knew he could see it. None the less, I nodded, "Yes, your Highness."

"Good."

In a flash of gold, he was gone. I looked all around to make certain of that before bolting to the kitchens. Once I was inside, I did everything I could to steady myself again. But the conversation that took place moments ago rang out in my mind and in that moment, I was petrified. Helka, the lead kitchen maid, helped me to arrange Prince Loki's refreshments and sent me on my way to his chambers. I had discussed my fear of the Prince to her before, though she would dismiss it with a wave of her hand and a "Pish-posh, child!" Tonight wasn't any different. Despite my apprehension, I was walking towards the chambers of a man, a PRINCE no less, that made me very uneasy. Just as I reached the door, it opened for me and I heard Loki call, "Come in." I entered his chambers.

I had been there before several times to retrieve the breakfast platters and wine goblets he had when a conquest had been there the night before, but I had never seen his chambers at night. The dark green and gold was lovely with the morning sun but the moonlight made it dark and foreboding. I looked around for the Prince but couldn't see him anywhere. Spotting a table by the balcony, I walked over and placed the platter on top before turning to leave. Loki appeared before me and made me jump again.

"Your Highness!" I started, "Forgive me, I walked in but did not see—"

"Only one goblet?" He interrupted me.

I quickly looked back to the platter and nodded, "Yes, your Highness. I was not aware that you had company. I can fetch you a second goblet if you wish."

"It is of no matter," he smirked before turning his palm over. In a small flash of gold, another goblet appeared. He walked past me to retrieve the pitcher of wine.

Seeing the door in view, I quickly turned and curtsied, "Well then if there is nothing else, good evening, your Highness."

I had turned on my heels and began to walk towards the door when it suddenly closed in front of me and Loki called out, "I did not dismiss you, Tynia."

He made my name sound like honey the way it rolled off of his tongue, but underneath the sweetness was still a lurking darkness that made me tremble. I willed myself to look up, refusing to be prey in his game of cat and mouse. He walked towards me and (for the first time) I looked him in the eyes as he did. He was smiling as though he had slain a large stag, and the closer he got the more I trembled. Finally he was before me and offered me the second goblet.

"Perhaps you would join me," he requested as he motioned to the balcony.

Something in the way he moved lessened my fear, but only a little. None the less, I did not move. Trying to be brave, I cleared my throat, "I have many other duties to attend, your Highness."

"More pressing than fulfilling the wishes of the Prince?" he smirked at me.

Ignoring the innuendo, I continued, "If I may, Prince Loki, your wish was for me to bring your fruit and wine. I have done that."

His smile disappeared for a moment before it was replaced with another one much more fiendish in nature, "And what would happen should you not return for the remainder of your duties?"

I wasn't sure where that question was supposed to lead. "… I expect that Helka would add a few demerits to my schedule."

"Which means what?"

"That I would be punished with scrubbing dishes or floors for a few hours; which task would depend entirely on her mood."

Loki chuckled and another shiver ran up my spine.

"Neither task is as enjoyable as you may think, your Highness. So if you wouldn't mind, I should like to leave now before Helka feels the need to carry out said punishments."

"As tantalizing as the thought of you being on your hands and knees is, I will make sure that does not happen," he stepped closer to me, "What if I ordered you to stay?"

My eyes widened and my blood froze. Reluctantly, I bowed my head, "Yes, your Highness."

"Excellent," he offered me the goblet again. This time, I took it. And when he gestured to the balcony, I walked with him following closely.

I walked to the railing, set my goblet down, and looked out into the moonlight. If it weren't for the frightening circumstances I found myself in, I would've enjoyed the scenario. It was everything I had hoped: beautiful evening, the rich scent of the gardens and orchards wafting with the wind, and enjoying the simplicity of it from one of the most elegant places in the entire palace instead of the small window in the servants' quarters. But knowing Loki was only a few feet behind me, staring at me and concocting whatever he had planned to do with me to his absolute delight, tarnished the moment. I heard him walk closer to me and I closed my eyes, awaiting the fateful moment when he would take what it was (whatever it was) that he wanted from me. Being a lowly kitchen servant and dressed in barely more than rags, I would have no choice but to obey him.

"You needn't worry, Tynia," he whispered in my ear. I could hear his delight through the devilish grin he still wore as he continued, "I shall not force you to give yourself to me."

My eyes opened. I released the breath I had been holding. I could feel the strain in my shoulders relax despite how close he was to me. His body never touched mine, but it still felt as though he was looming over me. Though I was still shaking on the inside, I turned to look at him. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he looked over my whole frame. I opened my mouth to speak when he finished with, "Not tonight, anyway."

My eyes opened wide and he grinned again. Despite being terrified of him, I was not about to let him toy with me any longer. Narrowly missing the goblet, my hand flew past my face and slapped his.

Loki backed away in surprise before he chuckled at me sinisterly, "So you're not a mouse after all. You have sharp claws. I'm impressed."

I stood there silently, clenching my fists as I waited for his next move.

"I rather like this side of you, Tynia," he stepped closer to me again, "And what's more, I like knowing I'm the only one who has seen it."

"Maybe you're not the only one."

"Oh?" he raised his eyebrows in feigned shock, "A love affair gone awry?"

"My business is my own," I answered tersely.

"But I do love a good story. Won't you regale me with the explicit details of this lover?"

"Is that an order, your Highness?"

He suddenly stiffened but in a blink of an eye, he was back to his devilish self, "Perhaps another time I will order you to tell me. Not only do I enjoy a good story, I adore a wonderful mystery. And I'm looking forward to unraveling yours, piece by piece."

I stepped back from the balcony railing and cleared my throat, "I'm afraid you would be wasting your time, your Highness."

He looked me over once more before he stepped past me and into his bedchambers, "We'll see. You will come to my bedchambers again tomorrow night with more wine and fruit. And perhaps tomorrow you will be more gracious to your host by accepting what refreshment he offers you instead of leaving it to waste."

"Tomorrow night is the Allfathers harvest banquet. I will be far too busy to find time to come to your bedchambers, your Highness."

Loki chuckled before turning around to face me again, "Are you sure you want to test me, Tynia?"

I shuddered. "It is the truth."

His smile disappeared. The devilish look in his eyes was replaced with something much more frightening: determination. I swallowed the dryness in my mouth and looked down at my feet again, "Will that be all, your Highness?"

"Yes, I believe that will be all." He answered and waved his hand. The door to his chambers opened and I hurried to them, down the hall, and to the kitchens where I knew I was sure to receive at least one demerit from Helka for returning so late from my previous duty.

When I arrived, she turned and clasped her hands together before embracing me, "Congratulations, my dear!"

Completely confused, I asked, "What? Congratulations for what?"

"For your promotion, of course! The head housekeeper Arvid just informed me that you are now Loki's personal servant!"

My eyes widened in horror; suddenly his quip about unraveling mysteries wasn't a wonder any longer.

"B-b-but I—"

"Oh, my dear, this is wonderful news! You've finally gotten out of the kitchens and the servants quarters! To be a personal servant to any member of the royal family is what any of us dream of! Why, you should be excited just at the prospect of getting your own room for a start!"

My blood froze. Being a personal servant to any member of the royal family did mean my own room… adjacent to the Prince's bedchambers. Valhalla only knew what else Loki had in store for me.

My thoughts were interrupted as Helka continued, "And it's about time Prince Loki chose a personal servant. By the Gods, it was difficult finding people to spare to help dress him and everything else he required. I need all my people down here, not flailing about with other duties that aren't theirs. And he chose you, no less! If anyone is deserving of this position, it's you, Tynia."

Her smile gave me no comfort. And her excitement surely would not allow her to be sympathetic to my doubts. I simply nodded.

"Well, then," Helka smiled cheerily, "Off to bed with you. Arvid said he'll come to fetch you first thing in the morning. Congratulations again, my dear!"

I nodded again and departed. I knew she meant well, but the dread I felt in my stomach for my new station was overwhelming the thought of any perks that might come with it. I crawled into my straw bed, but sleep eluded me.

This is my second fanfiction work; I have also written a Moana fanfiction a long time ago and am just now getting back into releasing a new one. I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter and I look forward to your reviews!