Sorry I didn't update when I said I would. My school activities interfered with my original update day.

Without further delay here is the 10th chapter!

Still don't own Marvel...

After about a week my training with Loki started to improve my magic immensely, but I still was not anywhere near what I needed to be at. Because of Loki's fast approaching Name day my worries of magic left me almost entirely. When Loki's name day was upon us many of the servants were called to assist the kitchen servers. Since kitchen work was not my expertise in any form what so ever, I was paired up with Asta who was making side dishes.

I had considered telling her what had happened yesterday with Loki but I eventually decided against it. Just thinking about her reaction to telling her what he say let alone my revelation about the matter terrified me to no end.

"Sanna did you get picked to be a royal servant again for the name day tournament?"

I heard Asta say, disrupting my thoughts. I slowly shook my head no in response. "No, you can only be picked once a year remember? I mentioned you though, maybe you'll be picked." Asta shook her head sadly, "they would have already been chosen this time." I forced a smile her way, "do not worry there's always next time."Asta nods silently in response but says nothing.

After a while of silence Asta and I finally were on the third side dish.

"Where is Sanna?"

I jump slightly when I hear my name being called. When I look up I am surprised to see that the person calling my name was the head servant. Giving Asta a quick farewell, I quickly walk over to him. Upon reaching speaking distance, I quickly nod my head in respect. "Yes sir?" I ask in curiosity.

"I was told to tell you Lady Sif wishes to speak with you."

"Where is she?"

"She is in her royal households getting ready for the feast I believe."

Why would she need me? Maybe it's something serious?

This thought causes me to move with excessive speed. I quickly thank the man and turn to run towards the Royal Households. Once I arrived I quickly pound on Lady Sif's door already fearing the worst. To my surprise though Sif opens the door and smiles at me.

"Sanna, I did not expect you to get here so quickly. Come inside I have a surprise for you."

Confused, I walk inside Sif's house. When I make it inside I am surprised by the décor of the house. Even though it was not the palace by any means, it was still very beautiful. The room I currently found myself in had a long table obviously meant for parties. Above the table was a glowing chandelier that from the looks of it had gold imbedded into it along with glass.

After I finish gawking at Sif's house I follow her into what looks to be her room. Lady Sif's room was about the size of the whole servant's quarters area. I see her bed on the right side of the room and on the left is a door that looks like an entry to a closet that I assume holds more than just clothes. I assume it holds her armor as well.

"Sif why have you summoned me here?" I ask curiously as I watch her disappear into her closet.

"Why? Oh I have decided you will accompany me to the feast tonight as my personal servant. I have already cleared it with Queen Frigga so you needn't worry."

"But why do you need me to be your servant?"

I asked utterly confused. Sif came out with a dress that looked worn but close to my size. "Oh I don't, but what the queen does not know will not hurt her correct? Now put this on, personal servants normally wear something like this."

Once I saw the dress I understood what she was doing. Lady Sif was simply bestowing a kind gesture, I also recognize this as her pitying me. She may not mean to, but since she is of high class and I am a servant she probably thinks I want to be noticed. Which is true I do want to be noticed...but not like this.

"S-Sif, you do not have to do this for me. I am fine wearing my own attire besides people will question it. The other servants will think you favor me and will want to know why."

"But Sanna I do favor you," Sif says as a smile starts playing on her features. "That is the problem. You may be a servant, but you are also my friend. Besides I cannot wear that dress anymore, I have grown too tall for it. The dress has just been gathering dust, but you're short stature is perfect for it. It would be a shame for it to go to waste…"

She trailed off as if knowing she had me. I smiled and took the dress out of her offered hands and walked into her vastly spaced closet. I looked at the dress in awe, it definitely puts the one I wore for Thor's Name Day to shame. The dress was a dark green like the first one, but it was more of a pine color than a mint color. It had white pearl accents on the bodice, and the skirt went out much more than the one I had worn previously did.

I felt myself fill with a sense of excitement. Even though I thought it was a bad idea, this would probably be the last time I would ever get to wear a dress this beautiful. I put the dress on quickly, I have trouble getting it on by myself but with my experience of putting them on others I manage. I walk out of the closet to see Sif in a dark blue dress as well but having trouble lacing the back. I quickly walk over and move her dark hair to the side as I lace up her back. She turns to me and I see the rest of the dark blue dress which is accented with silver embroidery. She smiles at me when she sees me.

"I knew you would look nice in that dress," Sif smiles proudly. I nod smiling, and then gesture to her unkempt hair. "Do you want me to do something with your hair Sif." She nods gratefully, "yes many thanks Sanna. I sent my father's servants away so I could bring you over."

She sits down and I make quick work of her hair. I decide to braid her bangs into two braids on each side and take them back to meet in the back. After I tame her bangs into the braids, I decide to leave the rest down. I grab a clip off of her dresser and pin it in her hair where the braids meet to add a sense of regality. Sif looks in the mirror and smiles.

"This will do perfectly Sanna, we should get going the feast will start soon."

As we walked out of the house I managed to braid my hair to get my bangs out of my face. By the time we made it to the door my hair was braided and Sif looked back at me pointedly. "How is that fair?" She said gesturing to my hair accusingly. Knowing she was referring to my braiding skills I merely look down at my feet and blush. I hear her scoff as she pushes me out the door and towards the palace.

Once we arrive at the feast, I am surprised to see how all of the other Lords and Ladies allow Sif to go in front of them. I followed idly behind Sif as she entered the palace, everyone turned to watch her. Lady Sif was well known as a Lady and as a warrior meaning everyone knew her. We walked over to the royal table where our other comrades were sitting. Sif sat down by Thor, when she did I couldn't help but notice the slight blush that appeared on her cheeks.

I stood awkwardly by Sif until she gestured for me to sit down beside her, which in turn was also beside Prince Loki. I couldn't help but remember last night as I sit down and when I do a very obvious blush appears on my features. I look down to conceal it, hoping that nobody saw or cared. Sadly though it seems Loki did notice...and has made it his personal goal to ruin my life….fantastic.

"Sanna shouldn't you be helping the other servants?"

Loki asked me, obviously amused at my reaction of seeing him. I managed to look in the direction of him and force a smile. When I look up at him I notice a look of shock on his face and his cheeks slightly redden, but is quickly covered up with a look of indifference. For a second I wonder if he was shocked by my appearance, but his look changed so fast I cannot help but think if I even saw anything at all.

"L-Lady Sif has asked me to be her personal servant for the day."

"Ah so she took pity on you."

He worded it as a question but I knew it was a statement. I blush and nod, "I-I am aware that this is the case, but I know she means well…" Loki nods smirking, "I'm sure the other servants will find this quite interesting don't you think so Sanna?" Horror dawns on me as he finishes saying those words.

Asta is going to hate me! I immediately put my face to the table to hide my face from the other servants. If they start to think I am favored by the royals...I may as well write my will now...

"Yes Sanna, hiding your face will solve your problems I'm sure of it."

His sarcasm in these situations never ceases to amaze me.

I hear the servants putting food in front of everyone, and of course the person to set my food by me is the only servant who could recognize me on sight...Asta. I keep my face hidden as she sets my plate down and walks away. As soon as she is gone I sigh I breath of relief and come out of my hiding place. I look over to see Loki giving me a look of what looked almost like pity. I expect him to say a sarcastic remark but he remains silent. After staring at him for a moment in confusion, I look down at the table. This is a bad idea. I think to myself as guilt washes over me, and I quickly turn in Sif's direction.

"L-Lady Sif t-this was a bad idea. I have to get back to work...I-I'm sorry."

I get up and try move away from the group but a cold hand that I recognize immediately stops me.

"Sanna, do not bother chasing after her. If she recognized you she said nothing for a reason. Leave her be."

Prince Loki says to me as he releases my wrist. I look at him to see the look of indifference that I have come to recognize, but behind that I see something else that I have trouble placing. After holding his gaze I turn away and look at the others. Surprisingly I see only Prince Thor and Hogun noticed the outburst. Fandral and Volstagg appeared to be unaffected sitting at the end of the table laughing about something.

"Sanna is everything alright?"

I hear Prince Thor's question, when he speaks Volstagg and Fandral look over as well. I see amusement in Thor's eyes, from what I can't place. "I-I think this was a bad idea, seeing my friend made me realize this. Maybe I should just go and help her and the other servants." I hear Thor sigh and whisper something to Sif, she nods and then she turns to me.

"You're staying Sanna. I'm sorry that you feel bad, but you're our friend too and we should get to spend time with you as well."

I gasp at Sif' statement, I look around to see Thor, Volstagg and even Hogun smiling at me. I shake my head in disbelief, "y-you mean your words Lady Sif?" I manage to say quietly, and Sif nods. "Of course she does!" I hear Fandral's voice ring out.

"I venture to say you have even grown a little on Prince Sarcasm over there." I hear Fandral say while pointing across the table to a very angry and irritated Loki.

"Do not make claims you have no proof of Fandral, and I suggest for your own safety that you refrain from calling me that again."

Prince Loki retorts irritation evident in his voice. When I turn back to look at him though I am surprised to see a slight smirk on his features almost as if he was joking. For some reason this causes me to blush and smile. He drifts his gaze towards me but I look away before he can see my reaction. "T-Thank you everyone, it's nice to know that I have grown on you all in some way."

I watch as everyone (save Loki who rolls his eyes) smiles with acknowledgement. Thor stands up then, "well with that settled I propose we dance! Lady Sif will you accompany me?" I cannot help but smile as I watch Sif blush at his extended hand, then she takes it.

"I would be delighted to Thor."

Soon everyone finds someone to dance with, even Hogun is asked. Soon I am sitting by Loki an awkward silence in the air. Sadly though the silence is quickly broken.

"Your friend seemed quite irritated when you were hiding your face. I venture to say she recognized you, despite your pitiful attempt to hide your face."

Keep calm Sanna he just wants to mess with you. He could be lying and just saying Asta recognized me.

I think to myself calmingly before I answer. "I told her earlier that I had not been chosen as a royal server again. If she did see me it would probably look as if I had lied to her. If that is the case I would not blame her for being angry at me, I would be too."

Loki then sighs and props his head up on the table with his arm. "It's an idiotic thing to be angered over anyways, then again I guess I shouldn't try to understand your petty servant quarrels." Realizing very quickly that this conversation is getting nowhere I decide to get up and look for Asta.

I am about to leave when a woman comes walking over towards Prince Loki.

She stops in front of him and curtseys, but not before she gives me a glare. With that glare I identify her immediately as Annoyance, the girl from Prince Thor's own Name Day. I smile politely towards her as if to say I'm not interested. But even though I send that message through my smile, I cannot help the anger that begins to form inside of me as she addresses Prince Loki . I watch as she rises from her curtsey, smiling at the prince.

"My prince, if you are done attempting to indulge your present company. I was wondering if you would like to dance?"

Attempting to indulge really?

The statement true or not irritated me for some reason. At this point I want nothing more than to put her in her place. I bite my inner lip to avoid saying anything I shouldn't. As soon as I compose myself I stand up. "I was about to go look for a friend anyway, farewell my prince." I get up, curtsey and start to walk away when I hear the prince's voice again.

"Actually I was just about to ask my present company for a dance. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Before I can even register what he had said, I hear Loki's footsteps close in behind me. I feel a hand which could only be his grab mine. I feel my face heat up, as I realize what has happened. I look back at the girl to see her glare at me with more hatred than I thought capable expressed on her face. Then Prince Loki guides me away from the girl and towards the ballroom floor.

"A-Are we really going to dance?" I ask quietly, feeling my stomach flip nervously in the process. He looks at me and smirks.

"Back to being quiet now are we?" I look down to avoid looking into his blue-green eyes.

"To answer your question Sanna no we will not. I simply needed a scapegoat and you were the only way out of that dreadful situation."

I sigh in relief at his statement. Even though I try to show happiness at not having to dance with him, in reality I feel a wave of disappointment overwhelm me.

I don't really want to dance with Prince Loki do I?

I shake my head at the thought dismissively, and try to forget about it. Which isn't that hard to forget considering Loki still hasn't released my hand. "W-Was the idea of a dance with her really that horrid?" He rolls his eyes at my question, "do I even have to answer that?" I stifle a laugh at his sarcastic question.

Why in the Nine Realms did I laugh? It wasn't even funny!

I once again ignore my rampant thoughts as the prince leads us to a wall on the other side of the corridor. When we stop moving sadly, (Why is it sadly?) Loki releases my hand. He leans against the wall and watches the couples who are presently dancing to a slow song.

" Y-You can dance right?"

I regret saying the question as soon as it comes out of my mouth. Prince Loki glares at me pointedly, "what kind of question was that? Of course I can dance, I just don't like to. Especially when I am constantly being asked by desperate girls who want to move higher up in title."

A wave of compassion passes over me, and I nod. "That's horrid," I manage to say, and Loki scoffs.

"Look around Sanna what do you see?"

I look around the corridor to see Thor and Sif slow dancing. I smile at the adorable sight before I continue looking around until I spot what I assume the prince is referring to. In the center of the room is a young couple pressed tightly together in a very deep and sick kiss. I feel disgust wash over me as I turn back to Loki.

"I-I don't have to describe that do I?"

Loki smirks at my question and shakes his head. "But you understand? All dancing has become is a way for men and women to stick to each other in public, it's quite horrendous really." For some reason I am caught off guard by his comment. I find myself producing an indignant gasp as I blush in realization of what he was implying. Loki smirks at my reaction and shakes his head.

"It's almost amusing how innocent and naïve one person can be."

As the prince says this he looks me in the eye amusement evident on his features.

"I-Uh-I," I stutter into silence unable to form words. I start to back up from the prince, "I-I'm going to look for Asta. Farewell my prince." I manage to say as I turn to look for my friend, leaving Prince Loki leaning on the wall with a slight smirk gracing his features obviously amused by my reaction.

I am going to be harassed about that later.

I cannot help but think as I begin my search for Asta.

Once again sorry for the lateness. I will see you all next week! I will try to post on Saturday next week depending on circumstances, but either way expect a chapter sometime next week.

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