Loki left her chamber without being clothed completely. He didn't care. Just to get away from her was more important. Maybe it would calm him down, but he already knew better, as soon as he was back in the hall, bringing everything but his cape in order. That habiliment would have to wit until he had left her castle. The anger he felt deep inside the foundation of himself was more than painful, a torment. With long, angry steps he crossed her foyer. Angrboda had ripped open an old never healed, scarred, pus-filled wound which now poured itself into his essence. Loki had always known that it was there, though he'd never could tell the reason of its existence.
Now, that the left the castle, walking down towards the invisible curtain, trying to put his cloak back on, he was sure that Angrboda's knowledge was reached much further than he had thought. Loki understood that she knew from the beginning that he would have not chance than to return to her, no matter how angry he would be. His silent rage wasn't a result of forcing herself upon him, it was an awakening. When she had chained him to her bed with this magic ropes, she had broken free a pain and despair that had slumbered inside him for many years. Maybe her sexual play had been a pleasure for her or a way to keep the emotions sealed, but Loki didn't care about that anymore. The irreversible damage was done. These emotions would for now and forever be in superiority.
Loki could hear Angrboda's dire wolfs in the shadows, they weren't snarling but just watching him as the reached the curtain. Some of them seemed to even retreat. It didn't open itself and he could remember that the witch had cast a spell, murmured strange words. The young Prince cursed silently, he should have memorized it. She didn't teach him anything today but the relevance and significance of emotions. Like everything else he could feel, emotions needed energy, drew them from their owners essence. Since the wolves could obviously feel this energy, his emotion, it must radiate from him. Yet this was no help. Loki lifted his hand and held his palm against the curtain, without touching it, trying to focus his energy on it to make the barrier move. He clenched his jaw and took his had down again. In that moment it opened. Loki didn't turn around, because he knew that she stood in the entrance of her castle. He left without a word.
After he had somehow managed to put his cloak around his shoulders again, he got the talisman back out of his pocket, which immediately got warm again. Loki just had to make another step to get transported back to Asgard. Maybe an hour or two had passed. Enough that his absence might not have been noticed yet. It took a lot of discipline for the Prince not to simply march back to his chambers but to sneak. Maybe he should simply ask his father for a training chamber in the lover levels of the palace. But this could awaken Odin's suspicion. Loki caught himself hoping that Angrboda would at least teach him how to turn invisible soon.
The second Prince reached his chambers without incidence and called for a servant, by pulling one of the lines which hang at certain places in all the royal rooms. He took his cloak off alone and got out of his boots as he could hear the secret door for the domestics open. Loki didn't turn around, since he knew that whoever came through hat door would serve him and so it was. His cloak was lifted from the floor an hung up. However the hands that took his boots were smaller that he'd expected and the looked up. As soon as his glance met hers the maiden blushed and stared to the ground, carrying his boots away. "Who are you?" Loki asked bluntly. "M…my name is Aria", she replied with a weak and girlish voice. "I am your new servant, my Lord." He studied her body and detected that she in deed was still more a girl like a woman.
Given that her master didn't say a thing the stammered: "Do you want me to prepare a bath?" Loki sighed and stood up again. "You do not speak until I have addressed you first, Aria", he told her imperiously and she hastily replied with a nod. Her submissiveness calmed his anger more that he'd expected, it even more seemed to arouse him. "But a bath is a good idea", he continued. "Go on." The girl curtsied and hasted towards the bathroom. Loki followed slowly, unbuttoning his shirt.
When Loki arrived in his bathroom Aria had already started to prepare the water, which came out of the ground of the bathtub. The lights were lit and she leaned across the rim of it, checking the temperature of the water. The girl had removed her overdress, because she was obviously bothered with staining it, but now giving Loki a perfect view on her young body which loomed through her thin undergarment. The Prince licked his lips. "Come here", he demanded and Aria shrieked inaudibly. Quickly she turned around, blushing and hasted towards and around him, taking of his shirt. "My clothes have to be cleaned", Loki said smirking about her reaction to him and that she avoided to touch him.
Was this coincidence? That the elderly woman who had cared for him for years had now been replaced with this girl? That right now, when he had decided to follow Angrboda's lesson and was willing to do everything to withstand her seduction, a easy solution was presented to him? While he got out of his undershirt and gave it to the girl as well who still stayed in his back, Loki simply asked her: "Who replaced my old servant with you?" "Th….the Queen, my Lord", she replied intimidated. "A…are you not … pleased with me?" "You should stop the water!", he just responded and with a shriek she leaped towards the bathtub to stop the water. It had already crossed the line, though which it wouldn't slop when Loki would get in.
Frigga had sent him the new servant then. Was this really true? In fact the girl did distract him a little in her undergarment and her naket arms promised more silken skin. Still she as blushing and looked at him under her eyelashes, not daring to stare at him directly. "Did she tell you why?" he asked her and she straightened up, looking at him, blushing even more, since he was bare-chested. "I overheard her saying that she gave your old servant to Thor…", she answered and Loki cut her off: "Oh, you'd rather serve him then?" He could feel the anger rising in him. "N…No, my Lord!" she spoke more loudly that she had wanted, placing her hands on her lips. "I was more than happy and … honored, when they told me that I would be yours… ervant."
Loki smirks hearing this words tumbling out of her mouth and unbuttoned his pants to get out of them. Since they weren't armored he didn't need any help with this and he simply let his clothe fall to the ground. Aria blushed again and looked away. "Let some water out of the tub", he ordered her and the did and therefore was forced to face into his direction as he walked towards the bathtub and got in. Hastily the girl ran to the rest of the clothes to take him away. "Bring a sponge and towels, when you come back and be quick." "Yes, My Lord." The Prince let him dive into the hot, soothing water but he could not stay there for long, he felt imprisoned by hearing and seeing nothing. He ran through his hair and rubbed his eyes and started thinking about Angrboda's words. She know more than she hat told him and it ate him up inside. Still there was this pain and despair that wouldn't calm down, which he didn't understand. The which would have to tell them.
Low footsteps ripped him out of his thoughts. His maidservant was back again, with fresh towels, sleeping clothes and a sponge. Loki moved forwards in he water, towards her, placing his arms on the edge of the tube, monitoring her. Her breath was accelerated and her cheeks were blushing. Even though he could see it she tried to hide that she tempt to sneak a peek at him. In that moment the Prince understood what the witch had tried to tell him. Arousal was a powerful weapon, not only against him but for him. It could not only distract him but calm him as well, now that he felt his pain and anger were more numb than before as his eyes followed her movement. Aria came towards him to hand him the sponge.
"Get in the tube and wash my back", was his response lowering his gaze but he still could see the girl trembling. "Y…yes, My Lord" she obeyed and walked to the side, attempting to step into the water. "Do you want to ruin your dress?" Loki asked without turning around, but he could almost sense her hesitating. He tried to concentrate on the energy she might radiate now. Something like confusion or maybe arousal, most definitively both. He could hear how her dress fell to the floor and the sound of the water, when she got into it, behind him.
This water felt more like a tickling of thousand fingers now. Loki put his chin on his resting hands, awaiting for his maidservant to wash his back. Instead of doing so, she gasped. "What is it?" he questioned annoyed, without turning around. "Scratches, My Lord!" she whispered confused. Now that she spoke of it he realized that some of the pain he felt were in deed real, like the marks Angrboda's nails had left on his back. He sighed. "Do you want me to treat them?" she asked and still didn't start. "You could lick them", Loki suggested more in jest, but as a response the water moved again.
Though she hesitated for a second, she did not dare to disobey them and since he hadn't chuckled, Aria was sure that he meant what he said. Didn't animals treat wounds like that? So holding herself at the rim of the tube, she leaned forward. Loki winced slightly, when her tongue touched the rasped skin, exhaling heavily, but she went one since he hadn't told her to stop. Even when he seemed to shiver and to pant. She had no idea what she did to him.
"Wash my chest", he said, without moving, just placing his forehead on his hands. Aria wanted to tell him, that he had to turn around, but again she remembered what he had told her and reached for the sponge. After getting it she got closer to him, closer than before, her breath was trembling, as was her hand, as she moved it towards the water to his chest, starting to rub his skin. "You may touch me", he mumbled and Aria bit her lip, obeying him again, which made her breast brush against his back, while she went on, washing his chest. Loki began so sigh when her nipples hardened due to the touch of his skin. "Down", he ordered and she followed cautiously, rubbing his stomach, now pressing her breasts even more against his back. The Maidservant knew what lay beyond there. She started to breath through the mouth, frightened and aroused alike.
"Lower", her master demanded and she swallowed, obeying his bidding. Aria gasped when her hand touched his member. It was hard and big, nothing like she had expected. Loki had kept calm, the entire time, trying to control his body with his mind. When she had licked his rasped sending shivers through his body and when her nipples massaged his back. The went on rubbing him now between his legs and he sighed deeply. "Drop the sponge", he finally said and again she would not disobey him. Her breath accelerated as she hesitantly put her hand around his hard member, which was to big than she could grasp her whole hand around it. She inhaled through her teeth, absolutely aroused and without noticing, she moved her whole body against him, to start rubbing slowly.
A moan escaped from his mouth and Aria took her hand from the rim, to put it around his chest, moving her other hand a little faster. She pressed her face against his back breathing heavily now. When suddenly he hissed: "Stop!" Immediately she let go, retreating. Aria did not dare to ask if she had one anything wrong, but her mind went through all of what she did to find an answer herself. Loki turned around, his face glowing, his piercing green eyes glaring, also breathing heavily. The maidservant retreated even more to the back of the tube. It was pure instinct even though his gaze aroused her. He followed her, grasped her by her hips and placed her on the tip of his member, staring at her face which showed a mixture of fear and desire.
Slowly but precisely he pushed her downwards and himself into her, moaning while she gasped and whined for a short moment, claring her hands into his shoulders. She had been untouched. Loki smirked slightly and pushed until the squealed. Then he waited, savoring her tightness and giving her the opportunity to get used to him. He looked as her and she stared back shivering, panting, but her eyes told him that she yearned for more. steadily he started to thrust inside her, panting. "Don't hold back", he whispered. "Moan for me." As a response she closed her eyes and let go of her composure, leaning back her head and moaned tentatively. It was enough. He titled his head forwards and began to suck her nipples, biting them and making her moan louder.
"Loki!" she yelled. "Yes!" and he could feel her tighten around his member. He would decide, the Prince told himself with a grim face and pulled back, leaving her in despair. "Out!" he demanded and Aria stared at him in disbelieve but obeyed. Loki followed, barking: "Hands on the edge!" She obeyed. He got behind her and pulled her pelvis toward him and got down the stair that heightened the tub, since he was so much taller than her. Aria had to bend through her back but obviously she didn't care, because she was too eager to go on. Loki thrusted himself into her again, now in a faster pace. Skin smacked on skin, and send shivers though their bodies. She started to moan again and he with her, both starting to feel the tension rising up in her bodies, higher and higher until it became almost painful. With a lout groan released himself into the maiden, thrusting, to times more and making her come with a muffled scream.
Finally he let ho of her, grasping a towel and dried himself off, while she panted still clawing into the edge o the tub. Loki's eyes lay still upon her, when he put on his clothes. "Clean yourself and this mess up and then you are allowed to leave", Loki said, rubbing his hair. Aria stared a him and realized that she still was the servant straightened up and nodded. "You will speak to no one about this", her master demanded and stepped towards her. "Yes, My Lord." "Take care about this", Loki said with a dashing smirk. "And you will get more of my special treatment." Aria bit her lower lip. "Yes?" he asked. "Yes, my Lord", she smirked and got a towel.
When Loki woke the next morning he felt utterly strong and powerful, in a way he never had experienced before. Even though deep inside of him, in his deepest core, still the blazes of painful agony and desperate forlornness were flaring. And he asked himself if there existed a coherence. However both fires fueled this long ignored anger in him, which hungered to take control over his mind. Did the witch plan this as well? He had to calm his anger down. Jumping off the bed he decided to let Angrboda wait. She couldn't know which duties awaited a second Prince of Asgard. There weren't much if his parents didn't impose an obligation on him, apart from training with his brother or reading, which took most of his time. No one would notice him not being around.
As the Trickster stepped into his bathroom his new servant was already waiting, her head tilted towards her floor but her eyes following him, her lips repressing a smirk. "Come here, Aria", he told her in a cold tone and she obeyed letting her smirk spread. Standing in front at him, she looked him right into his eyes. "Is this how you've been taught to behave in the presence of your Lord,servant?" Loki hissed at her and she winced. Her grin was blown away and she pinned her glance to the floor. "Don't forget where your place is", the Prince continued coolly. "I wanted you, I took you and I can easily replace you. … But that would be a shame", he took her chin between his thumb and his index finger and lifted her head up to face him. Still she did look to the ground, which made him smile, "wouldn't it?" he whispered and finally Aria answered his gaze: "Yes, My Lord."
Loki took a moment to look over her face, noticing that he hadn't the desire to kiss her. He was pleased with it. Aria wasn't ugly or plain, but something was missing about her, that he couldn't make out. When his gaze met her eyes he could see some kind fear and awe in them. So he gave her another smirk and let go of her chin. Just passing her by without saying anything, he walked right towards to the basin and removed his shirt, to let it drop to the floor. Aria caught it before it hit the ground, taking it into both hands and still staring at him. "Sire?" she broke the silence and the frowned. "What is it?" he mumbled slightly annoyed. "Forgive me, my Lord," Aria dropped her head. "But early this morning a message arrived. I did not dare to wake you… I was told to tell you that the King and Prince Thor went to visit your uncle in some urgent matter."
The second son of Odin grasped the rim of the basin so firmly that his knuckles went white and grit his teeth. "Leave me alone", he told her through his teeth. Aria curtsied and walked away. "Wait", Loki pulled her back at her wrist and against the table beneath the basin. She gasped due to the pain in her back. "Why didn't you wake me?" he questioned. "Because I dared not to, my Lord", she repeated tonelessly what she had already told him. Loki's glare was like fire. "And they were already gone, when the message arrived, Sire." How he hated to be just the one to be left behind, the one more unimportant, maybe being the one who made Odin less proud? Again he could feel the open wound deep inside of him pulsating. He was tired of being the less powerful, the unseen. He had to see Angrboda.
Loki still grasped the hand of his maidservant. Realizing it, he noticed that he hurt her, but she dared not to say something or to make a sound. Even if he let go she didn't move, so he simply needed to make a step to stand right in front of her, watching her breath slightly exhilarating. Again her subservience seemed to soothe him, though this time her fear tasted somehow bitter. And although she blushed, while staring at his bare chest, when he moved closer, it didn't arouse him. In that moment Loki knew that he couldn't simply change who he was and that he wouldn't be able to train himself to withstand the weapons of a woman. Simply because he already was immune to the most, apart from Angrboda's obviously. "Bring me some light clothing and my thick cloak", he commanded calmly.
Aria did what she was told and Loki could see that she was disappointed that he hadn't touched her but to afraid to say or do something to change that. The Trickster knew that she was the right one if his natural urge would overcome him, starting to distract him from practicing, but there seemed to be nothing more about her. He wasn't even sorry about that. This was just who he was: only the best and most challenging was good enough, he would only surrender to superiority.