Chapter 9: Making Clothes for a God
I was out of breath by the time I reached the kitchen. I put my hands on my knees and leaned down, catching my breath. My heart beat erratically and it wasn't just from running. Being in the room with Thor was making me suffocated, so I was relieved when I was finally able to get out of there. Once I entered the kitchen, Josephine and the other servants bombarded me with questions. "Did you see Thor?""Was he as masculine as people say?" "Did he talk to you?" I ignored all their questions and shoved my way past them to grab my next tray.
I picked it up, but not before Josephine blocked my path. "Whoa, hold it there, girly. Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" "Why'd it take you so long?" She demanded, angrily. I huffed in frustration. "I don't have time for this, Josephine. Please move." I said, irritated, clenching the sides of the platter.
Josephine looked at me, shocked I had acted towards her aggressively, but stood to the side so I could walk out the door. I left the kitchen feeling bad I had treated my best friend like that. I'll talk to her about it later, I vowed, making my way to the next customer.
After I had finished my quota of delivering meals, as I had the morning shift only that day, I managed to snag some dark green cotton cloth from the sewing room. I hid the material in a pocket of my dress and went to my room, my bowl of porridge in my hand. I was planning on creating pants for Loki, since the ones he was wearing were soiled, and tattered to shreds. At least then he'd have more dignifying clothing. I thought, picking up my pace.
Once I was in my room, I shut the door behind me and locked it, in case anyone tried to come in uninvited. I slumped against the door and sighed, exhausted from the night of no sleep, and the mornings events. I eyed my bed sleepily, the pillow and soft quilt calling my name.
No. pants first, sleep later. I stood up straight and smacked my cheeks to stay awake. I pulled the fabric out of my pocket and laid it out across my bed. I stood and stared at the material, strategizing how I would make clothing. I'd sown clothes before, but never actually made them from scratch. "Well its worth a try at least, " I mumbled, grabbing a needle and thread from the tiny dresser drawer by my bed. I also grabbed a pair of tiny scissors before sitting cross legged on my bed.