Keira had spent the greater part of the last ten minutes pacing. She wore the dinner gown he'd given her, it was dark green with a sheer black over lay. his colors. The back opened lower then she would have liked though, dropping all the way down to her lower back. In her mind she could see him smiling when he chose it.
The attention he'd obviously given in regards to her and the gifts he'd sent felt good. Still, part of her worried that by accepting such gifts she'd somehow compromised herself. What am I getting myself into? Wearing the clothes he'd sent, the jewelry. He's given me almost everything I own here. What is he going to expect in return?
When finely there was a knock on her door, she jumped.
The part of the palace she was being lead into was new to her. Atla had pointed out the area though. It was in the western wing and was referred to as the Price's Quarters. Both Thor and Loki's rooms were there. They were in two different halls that split off from the main hall, one for each god prince.
Atla had said their quarter where the size of a house, numerous rooms, a library, a training area, dinning room, even a guest suite, well at least that's what Atla heard about Loik's room. "They say he keeps his mistresses there when he doesn't want them in his bed but he isn't done with them yet."
"Done with them?" Keira had raised an eyebrow sure she had heard the maid wrong.
"Oh yes… well I really can't say anymore on that… Please don't ask I could get into terrible trouble if he ever knew I had gossiped about him." Atla looked down.
Keira didn't press, instead she comforted the young servant, assuring her that should would not ask for any more information or repeat any of what Atla had said to her.
As her and the man servant rounded a corner she could make out double doors at the end of the hall. The lighting was dim here and the pillars on both sides of the hall cast ominous shadows all around them. This is it… Seeing now how close she was her stomach turned.
Keira was about six feet away from the door where the servant now stood. She was frozen, for a moment she considered just turning around and running. Maybe if she was fast enough, she could clear the corner before he opened the door…
You don't have the guts to run or stay. She was fixed to the spot, eyes down. For a brief moment she shut everything out.
"Keira… do you plan to come in or would you like for us to dine in the hallway this evening?"
Never really looking up she took a quiet, deep breath and walked forward. The servant turned and left her there alone with his master. She took one step over the threshold… Loki's long arm stretched past her and shut the door. Suddenly she realized she was trapped in between both the door and Loki, each only a few inches away. When she tried to make her way past he put his hand against the door further trapping her.
"There are a few things we will establish here and now." He put his finger on her chin and forced her face up to meet his.
"One, you look at me when I address you unless otherwise told. Second, when I ask you a question you will answer, not with mumbles or whispers but with words that are spoken clearly and as loud as is needed be for the situation." He caught her eyes, 'I need to know that you understand this and will follow it… So Sweet Keira do you understand, will you do as I say?"
A light tingle coursed through her, she found herself becoming aroused by the way he spoke to her.
run Keira… you know his path and what will come of it. Death is all that lies ahead…
"Yes I understand… and will try my best to do as you ask. " maybe he'll listen to me… maybe its not to late…
He smiled pleased with her reply "Good girl, see how easy it is to give in." Now we must not linger as our food is ready. I have had a full dinner served instead of presented dish by dish. This will give us time alone with no bothersome interruptions by the dinner staff.
Taking his hand from the door he gestured for her to come into the room. She found they were standing in a parlor of sorts, much like what she had in her own rooms but much bigger, more lavish. There were three ornately carved doors with brass handles. She would venture a guess that the one across from them lead to the bedroom.
He went to the right and opened the door, gesturing her through. The hall was very short but had no light of its own. It took her eyes a moment to adjust before she moved on. A dozen or so feet and the small hallway opened up into a room of the left.
The space was just the right size for two. It was decorated in greens and black with other colors used as accents. It contained a dinning table for two, rich tapestries of Nordic myths, lush dark carpet and thin candles for lighting. There seemed to be no other door.
Loki waited patiently as she surveyed the room.
He took the lead then and escorted her to the table. "And sweet Keira how do you like the dress, I'd say it looks breathtaking on you."
She stood next to the chair he was pulling out for her. "Well… I mean… I do like it, thank you … its just it's a bit…"
His look narrowed somewhat, "its just a bit…?
" Its a bit drafty in the back…. I just… I mean you asked."
He chuckled, "Yes I did. A back swooped down like that though makes it so much easier to do this", he touched her then, starting with his hand at the base of her neck. Slowly he ran it down her bare back with two fingers pressing firmly against the bone of her spine.
"Do you see Keira," he whispered into her ear, "no fabric, nothing to get in between you and I. "
Unable to control herself she started to tremble slightly and tried to sit down as quickly as she could. He let her guiding her with his hand now under the fabric and resting on her hip. She felt herself grow warm with a moister starting to build between her legs.
