Chapter 5: The Final Countdown
My shoes clacked loudly down the marble hallway .The tray wobbled in my hands, so I tightened my grip on it. My head buzzed with unanswered questions. Why was I chosen to carry out this task? Out of all the servants in Asgard, why me? From what'd I'd heard usually only the males served Thor. And for good reason. My heart pounded at the thought of being in the same room as him. I felt inferior to him, as was expected of us servants, and was nervous about how he would react to a woman servant. Probably like any other male. I scoffed. But did it have to be him? Loki's brother? Wasn't one prince enough? I sighed in frustration and exasperation, the noise echoing in the empty corridor.
I almost missed my destination due to my heavy thoughts. I stopped just in time, and steadied my hold on the platter, almost dropping it in my abrupt stop. This is it. I nervously swallowed. The big moment everyone has been gossiping about. Thor's door loomed above me, bronze encrusted with jewels and ornate patterns, a fitting door for a prince. It made me feel tiny in comparison, even though I was above average height. The little confidence I managed to muster on my trek there vanished, leaving only uncertainty.
You can do this. I motivated myself. Don't act like it's a big deal .Maybe I'm overreacting. For all know he might not even be there. I tried to convince myself .Just go in; drop off his food, and leave. I planned it out in my head. I took one more moment to steel my nerves, then took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Nothing. I stood there for a minute wondering if he was going to answer the door. Give him time. Maybe's he's doing something important. Yeah, right. Like right? Polishing his armor? My mind quipped in distaste.
After no one answered the door, after another minute, I huffed in frustration and reached for the knob. The cold metal reminded me of Loki's skin, and I automatically jumped back in remembrance, and rubbed my hand on my dress. I closed my eyes as the memory of my visit flashed by.
C'mon hold yourself together Althaia. Take too long and people will make assumptions. "That's the last thing I need." I whispered, staring at the doorknob.
I reached for the doorknob again and only flinched when I came in contact with the cool steel. I twisted the handle, to see if it was unlocked, and to my surprise, it was. I glanced back at the hallway, before pushing open the heavy door, and walked into Thor's chambers.
Hey guys! I have arisen from the dead! It's been foreevver since I posted a new chapter, so I decided to get off my lazy but and type this one up. I hope it will satisfy you guys long enough, until I finish the next chapter. Thanks to all who read and reviewed, and please continue doing that. Bumblewolf out! Also before I forget once again, Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, or Loki. But I do own Althaia!