Avalyne runs as fast as her legs can carry her, away from Loki who seems to know everything about her. She took a while to collect her thoughts and realize that he was just guessing correctly or assuming things. Loki couldn't possibly know about her past, no one did, so neither did Loki know about it. She shaked off the disturbing thoughts and walked to the head maid, she would certainly have to do less entertaining choirs, serving Loki was only once a day, unfortunately. Once Avalyne arrived at the head maids board for choirs, she noticed that her list was massive, it was huge. She took a quick peak at the list of the other servants and saw that the ones of the female servants were shorter than normal. Meaning they thought it would be funny to make her list longer, by putting their choirs on her list.
"Liking the new length of your list ?", Syraine hissed.
"I'm much enjoying it", Avalyne replied with a stern look.
"You know why we did this. No one makes our Thor bleed", the venom dripped from her voice.
"Of course I should have known it was about that. It was his own fault I fell down because of him and when trying to stand up I accidentally threw a book at him".
"Sure, accidentally", Syraine scoffed.
Avalyne's disliking for prince Thor was well known under the servants. She had always been the one to offer to serve Loki if he was in the room and not Thor. While all the other servants begged to serve Thor, she begged to serve Loki. Syraine wasn't the smartest of persons, but she wasn't a complete fool either. She knew that it hadn't been an accident, but was on purpose.
"Have fun with your long list, you will be seeing it for quit a while", Syraine narrowed her eyes and then flipped her hair and walked off.
Avalyne gave a deep sigh, she should have expected such a thing. Unfortunately her mind had been to occupied with thoughts of serving Loki for the first time. And by the looks of her very, very, very, long list it might also be her last time. She knew that a list like this was going to take her all day, having any in between time to serve Loki was impossible. Her happy daydream was short life, cause one of her tricks had shattered that dream.
With much reluctance Avalyne walked to the main hall and started on the long list. She had to work all night long or else she wouldn't be done in time. She walked with her shoulders down back to the servants dining hall. She ate some bread and tried to rest, but everyone came walking in, starting the day. Oh no, she had been working the whole day and now the new day had begun. She quietly finished eating and went to look at her list, it seemed to be even longer than before. She looked around on the other lists and noticed that even the men had fewer choirs. Guess they also don't like it when a servants hits prince Thor with a book, giving him a bloody nose.
She sighed and slumped towards on of the dining halls she had to clean. She kept herself busy cleaning and noticed that normally now would be the time, she would serve Loki, but with this list that wouldn't be possible anymore. She would be damn lucky if she even hot any sleep, let alone serve Loki. She gave up on the small hope she had left and continued cleaning.
Loki as usual woke up early and started the day by continuing reading one of his books. He read for quit some time, until he noticed that it had been way past his meal time. Just when Loki was about to stand up and find out what had happened to his meal, his door opened. In came a different servant then he had seen the day before. This made had blonde hair and looked rather scared of him. She quickly walked into the room, said the usual words and scurried away as though she had been on fire. That was the usual reaction he got from the servants, he had become quit used to it. Not that he liked it, but he had seen it was the only way the servants would serve him.
That had been the reason why he was so surprised to find the servant of yesterday to be unfazed, no fear noticeable. The only fear she had, was that of him finding out that she liked him, he had found out about it and she had ran from his room. It appeared that Loki had prodded the servant a bit to much and she was to scared to come into his room. He had finally found a servant who wasn't scared of him and now he had made her scared of him to, but this times it was for different reasons than the other servant. A nice reason that he found quit flattering, seeing that no woman dared to think of him in that way anymore. Because of his acts he somehow was no longer handsome in the eyes of every woman in Asgard. Well, all except one and now he had scared this one of.
Loki remembered how she had been the one to serve him when he was down there. The thought of his cell made him shiver. It had been dark down there, with now way out or any signs of hope. Frigga had been the only thing that kept him going. That and the kind servant that brought him his meals daily and told him about the affairs going on above him. She had made him feel like he wasn't completely excluded from everything, that he was still some part of everything. She told the things straight and right, without putting in too many unnecessary details.
Loki had noticed after a while that the servant had smiled at him every time she served him his meals. He always looked down at his book when she looked back up at him, so she wouldn't notice that he had found it impossible not to smile back at her radiant smile. Her smile felt like sunlight, bright and warm, giving him some strength. He never talked back to her, but he did gave some nods and noises at what she told him. He quit liked the sound of her voice, it was as light as a breeze and as soft as a rose.
When she didn't notice he would observe her, she had Long black hair, but when he looked closer he had found out that it was dark green, his favorite color. He had smiled at that, the servant had his color as hair color, she must really like him. Not only is she the only one that dares to serve him and talk to him, but she also has his color. He also noticed that she always wore a green bracelet, again in his color. Loki really enjoyed the fact that there was at least someone who was wearing his color. The girl at that time, had clear green eyes that had a slight glaze of sky blue over them. Loki had found it a really alluring combination. It seemed that her eyes also had his color, but that hadn't been on purpose, that had been natural.
She also had red lips that seemed to have the color of cherry's, Loki had wanted to found out whether they also tasted like that, but then remembered that he was in a cell and could not do that. Her body was thin and small, but very lean and flexible. She was about a head shorter that him, that was the ideal height difference. That way he could tower above her, but still see her face without having to look down to much. Her curves were subtle, nicely curved hips and a well round behind. He breast were a good size, just over a handful for Loki.
It seemed that everything about the girl had been made perfectly for him. If he ever were to describe the perfect woman, he was sure that he would basically be describing her. She fit perfectly to his preferences and likings, she was the opposite of what Thor would want and he quit liked that. He knew that Thor wouldn't approach her, cause she wasn't his taste but that of Loki. He liked that, he knew there was at least one woman out there who Thor wouldn't go after.
That had always been a rather pressing problem when Loki found a woman to his liking, one look from Thor and the woman would walk away from him and into Thor's arms. It had happened many times, whether Thor had done it on purpose or not, all women fell for his charms. It had been a pleasant surprise when she didn't seem to look at Thor in that way and even had hit him with a book and called him dumb and admitted to have tricked him. The woman really seemed perfect for him, although she was a servant.
A servant from Asgard was still far better than a Midgardian, a mortal. He had known how foolish his brother was, but to fall in love with a mortal had been the dumbest thing he had ever done. By the time that their first child would be of age, the woman would be old and near the end of her life. Thor was stupid to pursue such a thing, to have a woman whose life was already fading with every second. Thor would be heartbroken and Loki would be the one to pick up all the pieces and comfort his brother, no Thor, to find a new wife and suited queen.
He certainly didn't like that idea. The best thing would be to pull Jane and Thor apart and drive Sif into Thor's arms. It was very clear to him how she felt about Thor. Only Thor needed to realize that she would be a good match. A women who was beautiful and a good warrior, that was much more than a scrawny mortal whose life was ending soon. He should try to make this plan work at the first feast that arrives. He didn't like them, but this at least would be an entertaining thing to do during those boring events. Push Thor and Sif towards each other and Jane away. Jane was still living on Midgard, to busy with her work. Thor had insisted that she came with him to Asgard permanently, but she had refused and Odin had seemed re leaved.
Odin didn't accept of Thor's relationship with a mortal. Odin wanted a queen for Thor who would last as long as him, not until their first child was of age. Odin had also suggested that the lady Sif would be a far better choice as a wife for him. Thor had laughed at the idea and Sif had crumpled into a small pile, being totally kicked into the ground by Thor's joust about how he could never mary someone who was like a brother to him. Thor wasn't a man of tact and hadn't noticed how Sif was angry at him afterwards. He had laughed and walked on, not noticing how he had crushed Sif.
Now that Loki thought about it, he regretted the way he had acted against the servant yesterday, but he wouldn't apologize, that wasn't in his nature. Him apologizing to a servant, the thought alone made him want to throw up. He would never do such a thing, he once was prince Loki, he once was a god, but right now he was nothing more than a caged animal, locked up in Asgard. A Jotun taken from Jotunheim as a war trophy by Odin. He is nothing now, he's all alone. A silent tear streamed down his cheek, the solitude was becoming to much for him. Frigga didn't come anymore, not even with an illusion, seeing as though Loki didn't talk to her much. Thor came every now and then, but only to boast about one of his battles on a different realm.
Loki was locked here on Asgard, unable to leave this damned realm, that wasn't his home, where he didn't belong. A Frost Giant locked in his golden cage, that was what he was now.