I haven't posted any fan fiction in ten years so I welcome reviews and critics (escpecialy the title). My English isn't perfect but I hope it make for a comfortable story is centered around Azalai, my character, and Loki. It's gonna be a funny story, short chapters. EnJoy !
Chapter 1, intro : Azalai
«This is the hardest mission I have ever been on » she decided.
Although today she had the luxury of a sleep in, she was deep in slumber for eight hours straight, three hours more than she had ever needed. So when she woke, the realization fell on her that she was not prepared for this. She hated her work for the firs time in her life, and it had only been a week. She lazily crawled out of bed, and went for the soap and bassin of cold water on the table. The more socialy elevated habitants of this kingdom had showers, but for the servant girl, this spacious room was already raising question on her cover position. Her movements were sluggish, she didn't want to got to « work » . But it wasn't really work, on her first day she got hired in the linen service of the palace, during the week she proved to be efficient enough to fill in for missing servant of the palace, some had fallen ill, naturally, or not. The day before last, she had officially been hired on a yearly contract. This wasn't really her calling, she had learned it because it was the most effective cover in her infiltration mission. So the menial work was nothing to her, but in this kingdom, Azalai had come across the most pompous, stuck up and full of shit noble she had ever… maybe not ever, xandarian still held first place, but asguardian were certainly trying. If they weren't pretending wine was magically apearing in their glasses , not diligently poured by her and her « coworkers», they would make snarky comments on the innocent maids. The amount of disdain baffled her, and quickly transformed her usual easy-going mood into a simmering and silent rage. Today would be no different.
After drying herself she turned to her clothes draped on a chair, a dress –ugh – of a muddy green with a worn hue of gray atop was her revolting disguise. The face and figure of the assassin being pleasant, the body-sized rag was the subject of wry jokes around her, it made her bile come up. Azalai lifted the lingerie hidden under her puke colored robe, she smiled looking at it. She bought it on her fourth day, a necessary anti-depressor. She would wear it under her disguise, no one would know, and it reminded her of her true position, and how much money she was making in this pretense. Slipping the black underwear on, she traced the woven runes of the garnment, protection and healing spells. The black on Black piece had a matching bralette, and together they covered all of her abdomen and back, only dipping on her bust so they wouldn't be visible underneath the dress. Over the ensemble she wore a thin translucid dress, also covered in incantation of her making. The assassin admired her figure in the mirror, she was just an inch shorter than average , an athletic womanly body. Her shoulders were square , her biceps were well defined. She loved tha part of herself but in most occasion she hid them, not wanting to give away her training. To continue building her confidence, she took great care in attaching the two harness concealing her weapons under her dress. Two long and thin daggers were placed under her breast, and two tiny handguns rested in the dip of her hip, they were covered with padding, rounding her side a bit more.
There she was, who she really was, a highly trained assassin, with a gift for concealed magic and good taste in clothing. She pulled the servant dress on and left the room slamming the door shut.