Dyana opened her eyes. A strange ceiling with carvings of Norse greeted her vision. With a small groan she turned over in her bed and sighed. Her eyes shot open when she realized what she had done. She sat up and gasped.

"I…. I can move!" she whispered with pure joy. Tears involuntarily slipped down her cheeks as she clenched her fists and moved various parts of her body she hadn't been able to move before. She got out of bed and began to dance around. Her long hair bounced against her shoulders as light from the window filtered in. She stopped when seeing a small mirror on the wall. All the joy she had felt from being able to move shattered like glass. Her foreign nightgown was evidence of her reality.

Her knees crumpled beneath her. She fell, along with her joy. A deep sadness grew strands of thorns around her heart. Her mind was blank as her voice screamed her sorrow. Racking sobs convulsed her body. Dyana, slave to the Royal Gods she had grown up worshipping.

Pain erupted inside her skull when a woman smacked her with a spoon. She yelled things at the girl. Dyana didn't hear it through her sorrow. The woman jerked her head towards her face and slapped her hard with the spoon.

"Thou shall serve Prince Loki. Thy garments are in that box. He may punish thee as he sees fit. Do not speak with him unless it is in our tongue. Thou must only be relieved to sleep according to him. Address him as 'Sire' and only 'Sire'. If I hear thee screamin' again, I won't be as considerate," the woman screamed into Dyana's ears. She nodded numbled and the woman smacked her with the spoon again before leaving. "Look him in the eyes if thou wishes to die."

Dyana walked over to the box and put the dress that was on top on. She stopped in front of the mirror and examined herself. A huge purple bruise was forming across her cheek. It hurt like heck, along with the rest of her head. She was more worried about a major change in her appearance…. She had light grey eyes instead of deep green. She frowned and left the small room.

As soon as she had stepped foot outside the unlockable door, she felt some invisible force smack her against the wall. Her head stung as a map of the palace and its surroundings filled it. She whimpered in pain as people passed by laughing. Dyana's head was spinning when she finally stood up. She stumbling slowly down the hall where her brain said Loki's rooms were.

An ornate black door with golden designs greeted her. "And now begins my servitude… AKA slavery," she whispered knocking lightly with a terrible sadness wrapping around her heart.

"Enter," a young voice said through the door. Dyana eyes widened at the sounds. She had grown up thinking Loki was older. Maybe he just sounds young… she thought opening the door.

Her eyes widened when seeing a young man that looked just a couple years older than her. She quickly look at the ground not knowing what to say.

"You my servant?" the black haired boy asked reading a book.

"Yes, Sire," Dyana replied quietly. He nodded and turned a page of his book.

"Stand there until further notice," he mumbled pointing to a corner by a very intricate dresser. She stood there and eventually looked around slowly. His room was huge, everything was adorned with gold and darker colors to make a striking thing to see. Her eyes travelled around the room and rested on the Prince. His dark hair was pulled into a tiny ponytail. His green and gold clothes looked a little crumpled. For a second their eyes met. Dyana was entranced with the mischievous light that seemed to play in them before looking down quickly. I'm going to die… She thought soberly.

"Fetch me an apple," he ordered not seeming to notice. Dyana nodded and made her way to the kitchens. A barrel of apples sat to the side. She went into a mental panic attack seeing a bunch of different kinds.

"I'm gonna die…" she whispered looking through the apples. She ended up just grabbing a bunch of different kinds hoping she wasn't going to die… She knocked on the door again holding the apples in her skirt.

"Enter," the voice inside said. She entered and felt her chest constrict in fear. She stopped after closing the door and looked at the ground. "Did I not say an apple?"

Dyana froze and felt tears prick her eyes. "Forgive me, Sire. Thou did not imply which apple thou preferred so…. I…" she mumbled with a quivering lip. Loki raised a brow and pointed to an empty spot beside him.

"Place them there," he ordered looking back at his book. Dyana nodded and placed the apples next to him. She looked over and saw him smiling. A cold chill ran up her spine at the sight. She averted her eyes and went back to her corner.

"You know…" he said casually grabbing a red apple, "Servants don't last long with me. The longest lasted… three weeks. I'm interested to see how long you'll last. Especially with this wit of yours."

Dyana gulped and broke into a cold sweat. I hate this but… I don't feel like dying at thirteen. She heard his book snap shut and flinched. He got up and walked over to her. He was just barely taller than her. Either way, his eyes would be even with hers if she looked up. She felt his hand gently grab her chin and urged her to turn her head to the right. She closed her eyes tight in fear. His fingers gently touched the dark bruise on her left cheek.

"Take this book back to the library. Bring me back another one. I don't' care which on," he instructed giving her the book. Dyana nodded and quickly went do as asked. She returned to find Loki on his bed with a different book. He was laying on his back and looked upside down at her.

"Let us see what you brought!" he said resting his book on his stomach. Dyane handed him the book and immediately went back to her corner.

The hours rolled by and it soon was dusk. Dyana heard heavy footsteps outside when Loki's door was flung open.

"Brother!" a young blonde bellowed barging in. He looked close to Loki's age and was followed by a servant clad in red and gold. Dyana looked down at her own and noticed it was a dark green with golden trim.

"What do you need Thor?" Loki asked not taking his eyes off his book.

"Hold up," he said looking at the girl in the corner, "Is this your new servant?"

"Yes," Loki responded with what sounded like disapproval. Dyana kept her eyes down but saw Thor's servant smirk at her.

"How long have you heard such a beauty," Thor asked cocking his head to the side.

"Eight hours and twenty-seven minutes," Loki replied turning a page.

"Really? Isn't that above average?"

"No, the average is two days."

"Looks to me like a good start. Anyways… Father wishes you to come to the banquet tonight."

"Oh joy."

"See you then brother!" Thor exclaimed leaving. The other servant stuck his nose in the air and left.

"You have permission to punch Thor's servants if you wish," Loki said sitting up. Dyana froze and her features had a slightly confused look. "His servants have always acted like snobs to the servants I am given. If you punch one, I'll cover for you. At least he didn't see you bruise."

"Wh-" Dyana started before fearing for her life again.

"You can speak," Loki said putting a book away.

"What does thou mean by not seeing my bruise?" she whispered fearfully.

"I hid it earlier knowing that the other servants are pretty stupid. Besides, I don't need rumors flying around that I hurt you," he explained, "You're excused for the night."

Dyana nodded and left. She touched her cheek and still felt pain shoot into her face. She was confused but decided to put it off for a while. She was about to turn and corner and stopped when hearing voices.

"The new servant, from Midgard."

"Prince Loki's servant?"

"Yes, her! She was crying this morning. It was hilarious!"

"Really? Ha! Bet she won't last long!"

"I agree. I'll bet she be gone within three days."

"I bet by tomorrow!"

There was loud laughter and the voices moved down the hall. Dyana clenched her teeth in anger.

"From here thence. I vow to stay as Loki's servant for as long as I may. I shall prove those fools wrong," she muttered angrily and…. With fear.

AN: 'Ello everyone! I hope this chapter wasn't extremely boring for you guys! It's a little longer and I'm trying something out! Btw, I'm basing what Loki and Thor can do (special power wise) on how 1) I understand their powers and 2) a mixture of reason 1 + norse mytho + Movie/comics stuff. Also, I am deliberately using certain speech patterns (or trying anyway) for a specific purpose. Thanks for reading!