Little Pet

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This had to be the dumbest idea Melissa Verdell had ever let cross her mind. She gave her service, her dignity, her freedom for the life of someone whom she had started to give up on. His stubbornness would have gotten them killed by Loki. Wait... isn't that how she got here in the first place?

Fortunately for her, everything Loki asked her to do was relatively easy, and it was nothing she couldn't do within her power or a bit of guidance from him. She was a shiny trophy of conquest, with none to blame but herself for this degradation of her person. He had her dress in his colors and at first sit on the floor to his left, like some human cat. She made quite the sight in the throne room.

Imagine a young baby faced Midgardian adult no taller than a prepubescent with long, curly sandy brown hair and beige skin. Now imagine that same Midgardian at the feet of the unlikely heir to the Asgardian throne. It was... unsettling yet befitting. Unsettling because many thought Loki would be no better than Thor before his banishment (A shouting match between the AllFather and the crown prince was not easily ignored), a rash, war-mongering king. The girl looked frightfully young, so any scandalous encounters would border on pedophilia by appearance alone. She was 19, not thirteen or twelve, whatever the Asgardian equivalent was. Befitting because both were so... unusual that one could only believe black sheep herded with black sheep.

The first day after she was taken to Asgard, she was given menial tasks to do for him, not to leave his sight. When Loki walked to the throne, he sat with his legs spread, spear in one hand as he gestures to his left side.

"Sit here, pet. At my feet." She only nodded, sitting in the general area he specified. After adjusting to the cold floor, she didn't say or do anything, only moved occasionally when the floor became too much to bear in her current sitting position. She had to admit, she was bored at first.

She began thinking about nothing specific in particular. He looked at her on occasion, smirking at how easily she obeyed. When she would glance at him, she couldn't help but think about how... right he looked sitting on the throne, even if his helmet looked dumb as hell. The day went by slowly, few people coming through to have an audience with Loki, and the few who did were surprised.

"My king... if I may ask... who is that?" It was a rather handsome warrior who, in Melissa's opinion, didn't really look like he belonged to the warrior class. She could barely believe it, in fact. He had to be some type of joke. He also did not look too happy to see Loki.

"My pet Midgardian. A trophy from my conquest in her province. Stand and let Fandral take a look at you." Melissa stood, trying to keep from fidgeting. "Doesn't she look lovely? And so obedient, as well. You and your comrades could learn a thing or two from her." Fandral nodded, acknowledging her and she did a small bow. "You may be seated now." Melissa sat down, avoiding either man's gaze. That wasn't too bad. She had the feeling she'll be paraded around for some time and she slightly dreads it. Was this how girls in beauty pageants felt?

Nonetheless, she was right. She even had to do a little twirl on occasion.

Three weeks of this pass with relative ease. People were still a tad surprised at the allowance of a Midgardian slave. But since when did Loki play by the rules completely? Most of the nobles still couldn't believe it, either. So they elected to insult her whenever the opportunity presented itself. In the three weeks she had been here, this was the worst part of it so far. She thought she would become some sex slave, but she would not complain about being a glorified trophy/pet. Better to be looked at and not touched.

"I understand the general doubts of the populace, but I have not proven to be an unfair king." No, just an utter asshole outside of the throne room, Melissa thought. Even she had to admit that he was fair to peasant and noble alike when it came to the law. He was a rather decent ruler. The aristocracy of the Middle Ages could have learned a thing or two from Loki, self-proclaimed god of lies and mischief. And he owned her!

"But the little quim at your feet does not seem to agree. Do your feeble Midgardian limbs ache from being in that position all day, servicing a king you never asked for?" Loki glanced at her, as if asking if she was going to let that slide. She looked at him with a questioning glance because she had witty comebacks for these idiots who keep dragging her into their petty squabbles, but she didn't want to say anything that would get her in any trouble with him.

"You have any response for him, pet?"

"Any kind at all, my king?" Her voice was slightly scratchy from little use, and he nodded. He was aware of the annoyance in her eyes when she was brought into the conversation and especially when insulted. With a fire in her eyes Loki had only seen when they first met, she looked to the nobleman with a slight frown.

"Well? Are you deaf as you look dumb?" She happened to look very good in this shade of green today, thank you very much.

"I don't know, does the breath of an Asgardian noble kill with all the shit you talk?" Loki couldn't help the faint smile that crept on his face. He couldn't laugh outright, for decorum's sake, but the reaction the other made was priceless. "Even flies beg for mercy when you speak." Loki let out a soft "Damn," only heard by her and the two guards posted in front of them.

"You little whelp! How dare you!? I should have your mouth sewn shut with your own innards!" Melissa looked at Loki again, with a tiny bit of fear at the idea. That did not sound pleasant. At all.

"I did give her free reign of speech, my friend. What she chose to respond with is not my responsibility."

"My king, it is obvious she had every intention of insulting me!" Loki sat up straighter.

"And had you not done the same to her first?"

"...Your pet could use some training." He only responded, not wanting to look even more stupid in front of the king. That only made things worse. Melissa as a toy was actually very well behaved, he only needed to tell her what he wanted her to do and she did it. For now, she was at his feet, a status to his military capabilities, given simple, nonsexual tasks well within her ability. The slights directed at her had worn on his patience. They were insulting him through their barbs at her.

It seemed that nothing he did kept Asgard satisfied. Perhaps if he lowered his IQ a lot, looked better in red, blue and black, was a blonde and acted before he thought about things, like a certain thunder god, perhaps he wouldn't be so readily opposed by his subjects. Wielding Mjolnir might work too. Or just being good with a broadsword. Loki was sure he had better chances with wielding a broadsword. He already tried with Mjolnir once. Not worth a visit to the chiropractor's office for a second attempt.

"I will not tolerate any further disrespect of myself or my possessions. Leave before I have you thrown out." The nobleman left in a huff and Melissa knew that would definitely not be the last of him. She has read enough books and fanfiction to know what path he was taking. Her only hope was that she knew how to defend herself when that time came.

After his kingly duties were finished, Loki asked for dinner for two, a pitcher of wine and a pitcher of water to be brought to his bedchamber. She noticed Loki preferred to eat in the privacy of his bedchamber, but occasionally he ate in the mess hall with the others, which she didn't mind at all.

Loki held out a cup for her to pour something in it. "Pour me a cup of wine, please. You may eat afterwards." Melissa poured the wine into the cup, until Loki was satisfied with the amount. As she made her plate, she noticed Loki staring at her intensely. It was unsettling.

"You are surprisingly obedient, pet. I thought you'd have more fight in you. I noticed the fire in your eyes when you put that nobleman in his place. Care to explain?" It took Melissa by surprise. She thought he'd scold her. Sure, he defended her during the initial situation, but who was to say that that hadn't been a trick to lower her guard?

"Well... I gave myself to you for the disobedience of another, and I would be an idiot to be rebellious to someone who could kill me without lifting a finger."

"I see." She wasn't wrong. He returned to eating, and she began, eating rather quickly. Once she finished, Loki called her over. He gave her a look of appraisal, smirking when she grew uncomfortable. He looked as if he were undressing her with his eyes, focusing more on the area near her hips.

"You've been such a good girl... how should I reward you?" He stood to full height, and Melissa is made painfully aware how short she is. She barely comes up to his shoulder. They are chest to nose, Loki looking down with that mischievous smile. Melissa looks up with determination and made her request.

"If it's alright with you, I want pillows."


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