Chapter 4

And life went on. Cephera was cleaning the tower when Loki appeared. He rarely showed up there during the day while she cleaned. He did his best work at night. Seeing him now concerned her. He looked annoyed. He was muttering to himself and pacing. She wasn't sure if he knew she was there. "Excuse me my prince. Do you need me to leave?" She asked keeping her head bowed. Best to not look right at him when he was in one of those moods.

Those moods were usually only brought on by something Thor said or did. He usually ordered her out immediately to brood. "Do you think my brother fit to be king?" He asked advancing on her and grabbing her by the shoulders forcing her to look up.

"I...not really. Not yet." She said. She knew Thor. Was aware of his childish decisions and recklessness.

He let her go but didn't open the distance between them. "Father as chosen him. I knew he would. He always chose Thor, his perfect son. The image of what an Asgardian should be like." He growled. "He will ruin this kingdom! And I am to stand around and watch it fall." It was worse then she thought.

He was ranting. She didn't like when he did that. It put her in an awkward situation. Whenever he ranted, by the next day or even week he would do something, to someone, in his mischief and though she would know it was him she couldn't talk about it. But he usually got caught without a word from her mouth. He looked down at her then his eyes catching hers before she looked away. "Go." He said. She stepped back, bowed and left.

The tower was a complete disaster area when she returned to it the next day. He had broken several potion bottles on the floor which she stepped on upon entrance, crunching them under her feet. The room was clouded in some kind of magic dust. She hadn't seen him at all that morning. He wasn't even in his room at the crack of dawn when she arrived. In fact his bed looked like it hasn't been slept in. He could have taken a women to his other room. Sometimes he did so without asking her to fetch them for him.

She grabbed a broom to get the dangerous things off the floor first. She brushed her way clean to the window and opened it letting the cloud disperse out of the room as the warm breeze entered. With the cloud almost gone she could see the extent of the damage. It would take her all day to fix this one. He must have been truly pissed.

Part way in her spirits felt lifted a little and she began to sing. Singing was something she enjoyed above all things. Loki, when he called her anything, called her songbird. She wasn't sure if he even knew her real name. He once had her sing to him when he was having a relaxing bath. She sang him a love song she had learned on Midgard. She sang one of them now as well. She enjoyed earth. She spent 2 weeks out of the year there.

She scrubbed and sang. And when she went to clean out near his desk she screamed and covered her mouth quickly. Loki was sitting in his chair his head face down. She hasn't seen him from the smoke in the room. "Don't scream woman." He said irritated.

"I'm sorry my prince I didn't see you there." She said quickly.

"Stop talking so loud!" He demanded holding his head.

"Are you drunk?!" She said surprised.

"I may have had a couple." He said. She took notice of his special glass that refilled itself and narrowed her eyes. She made a decision then to do something she had never done before. His behaviour was ridiculous at his age.

She stalked to the desk right up to him, turned his chair quickly startling him and slapping him alert. "Get ahold of yourself. You are a prince of Asgard and your acting like a scorned child." He stared incredulously at her his mouth gaping. "You are better then this. You will sober up, you will leave this tower and congratulate your brother. When he makes a bad decision you will be the wise one to turn him away from it. Thor needs you. You are stronger and more poised then sitting around here sulking." She paused and stepped back her hands clenched into fists as her sides.

Loki stood and was tempted to grab the little trollop. How dare she lay a hand on him. To speak to him in such a manner. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was right. His actions did not fit his usual calm demeanour. He had let his emotions over take him and it was unacceptable. "The next time you take it upon yourself to do a thing like that again I will have you punished." He warned her and pushed passed her leaving using the door. He was to hung over to teleport.

After a few hours he had sobered up and called her to him. She arrived post haste her face calm but not happy. She bowed her usual bow but looked everywhere but at him. "Bath with me." He said moving for the bath. She followed and undressed him in the usual manner. He climbed in but when she removed her outer gown he stopped her getting in.

"I've decided you will be punished for your harsh actions. No matter how much you meant well by them. Remove it all." He gestured to the rest of what she was wearing. She swallowed and turned red. She didn't disobey him, he watched her try to remove her clothes as modestly as possible. As she unclipped the golden chain that held the underdress up it fell free of her breasts.

Her uniform made it very difficult to tell what kind of shapes her body held. Her breasts where no bigger then a handful but they were perky. When she slipped it passed her hips he noticed her flat stomach had a piercing in her belly button adorned with a small hanging jewel. This was an earth practice. He found this interesting. Her hips themselves had a nice curve to them and her pubic area was bare. Her legs short and smooth. She was pleasing to look at. When she turned, her ass also had a small curve to it. She stepped into the water on shaky legs.

"Continue as usual." He said and she grabbed the sponge and cleaners. As she scrubbed his shoulders he noticed she tried very hard not to graze him with any part of herself. "Your bellybutton decoration. It's a Midgard thing is it not?"

"Yes sir. I got it many years ago on a trip to earth." He took hold of her hand and she crouch while making her way in front of him. He forced her to stand before him so he could look at it better. She had her hand curved in by her private area covering it with the sponge. He felt her stomach contract as he circled her bellybutton with his finger. The jewel was an angel wing with a few glittering stones in it.

"This is not the only wings you have as jewelry." He said referring to her anklet.

"I like angel wings." She replied still standing awkwardly before him.

"Fitting for such an innocent little songbird." He mused.

"Um." She fidgeted and turned around crouching down in the water once more. He hadn't given her leave to move but he realized she was showing him something. He looked closer and noticed the flicker of magical wings on her shoulder blades. He had heard of them. It was a magical aurora given to those who served the heavens in some task or favour. He pressed his finger to one and watched it wink in and out of existence.

"You've been touched by a Valkyrie." He said amused.

"When I was seventeen." She replied.

"Back to work." He said after a pause. "Have you finished the tower?"

"Yes."

"Good." He said closing his eyes as she scrubbed his back. "I want you to meet me up there tonight at 8pm. I have a new spell to try. The remainder of the day you are to remain as you are now. No article of clothing is to cover you." He felt her movements stop for a brief moment.

"Yes sir." She said quietly. When she finished she climbed out awkwardly and moved about the room retrieving his clothes and towel before he dismissed her. Once she was gone Loki smirked to himself. He wanted so bad to fuck her. But he wouldn't force himself on his maid who had been so good to him. The thought would dwindle. They always did when she enticed him. It hadn't been the first time he saw her that way. He stood from his bath and decided he would however need relief of some kind before seeing her later. He slowly stroked himself. He had been hard the moment she removed her clothes and throughout her movements. Tonight he wouldn't need a women. Tonight he would satisfy himself.

Cephera arrived early to the tower. She was still naked and cold. Her nipples where hard from the chill and her stomach knotted with nervousness. She had been sure he was going to do things to her but he hadn't done anything. The only reason this was even fitting to be a punishment was for her embarrassment. She deserved to be punished but didn't imagine it being like this. But it could also be worse. She stood and waited. He was right on time.

He looked her over and was obviously pleased. "Come stand by the desk." He said to her. She followed him curious but just as nervous. "Describe to me something you would like to wear." He said.

"A pink and white ball gown with lace." She said quickly.

"Sexy or modest."

"Either." He smiled. He took her hand and spun her beneath his arm. She gasped following with her feet so as to not fall. She was graceful in her movements and was shocked to feel magic pass over her. She looked down and she wore a dress similar to what she would have pictured. It was more on the sexy side. Something she wouldn't dare wear on Asgard but on Midgard she would. She didn't voice her thoughts she just smiled. He twirled her again and this time is was more the modest dress.

"So I won't need to lay out clothes for you anymore then?" She mused. He grinned.

"Seems not." He snapped his fingers and she was once again naked. She shifted slightly her cheeks flushing again. "You may leave." She disappeared thankful to no longer be standing before him completely nude.