She didn't come back that day. Actually, it didn't even come to her mind, as in the evening there was planned funeral of their Queen… She was sure someone told him and she can't help him right now anyway. She knew him well enough to be sure, that he wanted to be left alone. Little proud prince.

It felt so impossible to her. They were talking in the morning, Frigga promised to visit Loki… She can't just simply be gone… Overwhelming sense of unreality.

Eir felt like yelling, destroying things, showing her pain to the world. Instead, she did what she was told to do. At last, who was she to mourn? Just a servant. Feeling tears rolling down her face, she was methodically preparing Frigga's clothes and polishing her sword. She was doing her best, feeling this is the very last thing she can do for her beloved Queen, who gave her opportunity to make her dreams come true. With rapid moves, her hand holding small cloth was burnishing long sword. From time to time, she was wiping her face with hem of her dress. She was trying to find relief in work, but occupying her body didn't help her brain to stop processing events of the morning.

When the time came, she gave the most beautiful, white dress and shining sword to a man with troubled look and huge hands. Not even a sign of tears on her face anymore. She was just unnaturally pale, that's all.

When man left, she gave last look to Queen's chamber. Suddenly, she bit her lip, glaring at the dresser. Something inside her collapsed and she stopped breathing for a moment. Slowly, on trembling legs, she went to the corner of the room, her eyes locked on something. Uncertainly, her hand slowly reached out to touch beautiful brush.

"What's your name, young lady?", Frigga was looking at tiny, redheaded girl standing in front of her.

"E… Eir, my Queen", servant answered quickly with slightly trembling lips, bowing. Girl's hands were clenched nervously and her head was lowered a bit all the time. Eir had no clue how to behave, it made her even more nervous.

"So you will be helping me from now on, is that correct?", Queen sat down in front of the most beautiful dresser Eir saw in her life. It was creamy white, with oval mirror. It was ornamented with some delicate, small flowers. In awe, Eir made a few steps, looking at the furniture with her eyes wide open. She didn't dare to touch the wooden table top, but she kept staring at it solemnly, remembering every detail.

"You like it?", Frigga looked at young girl in the mirror, smiling mildly. Eir nodded eagerly, her green eyes shining.

"What's the name of those flowers?", she asked before thinking, "My Queen?", she added quickly, seeing her mistake. She bowed slightly, nervously licking her lips.

"Lilies of the valley", Queen said, touching the dresser with her fingertips, acting as if she didn't notice Eir's shameful behavior.

"They are beautiful…", Eir whispered, thinking to herself, that if she will ever get flowers from a young man, she will die of delight if she will get those beautiful, pure white bells.

"Indeed, they are", Frigga agreed, nodding her head. "So, my Eir, could you please help me with brushing my hair?"

Eir nodded, forcing herself to stop staring at the flowers, gingerly taking brush from the dresser. She was scared, it is way different to do your own hair and to brush someone else's hair! Especially when that "someone" is a Queen of Asgard. Overcoming her fear, repeating in her mind that she has to do it, she touched with the brush those bright, shiny hair of Queen.

Her fingers were slowly brushing flowers painted on the frame of the mirror. Now, more than before, she was struck by the thought, that Queen is really gone and there will be no more morning toilette, no more books for Loki… Looking around helplessly, she thought, that she must start all over again.

During the funeral, she stood at the back of the crowd. She could have come a bit closer, but she wanted to be alone. Besides, she was just a servant. Her green eyes were shining in the light of hundreds of lanterns held by Asgardians.

She couldn't cry anymore, knowing too well tears won't change a thing. Queen is dead. Nothing will change that, no matter how hard she would wish it. Again in her life she felt like she has no one to help her or protect her. She was all alone.

You have Loki…, muttered quiet, annoying voice inside of her head. She almost smirked at that thought. She had time to get to know him enough to tell, that maybe he liked her, but this affection was rather an effect of his loneliness than any kind of true feeling.

What if it is not?

She hugged herself, skewing her head. Long, red hair covered her face, so no one noticed sorrowful smile on her lips. She can't afford herself to think, that he cares about her. It's safer this way. Besides, no matter what she feels, he is still the God of Mischief.

Naive, naive girl, who thinks, that reason will prevail over the heart…

She didn't even pay attention to Fandral who came and hugged her tiny figure to his side.

"You should take Eir, your mother's servant. She was his frequent guest lately", said Sif, as they were sitting around the table. Heimdall stood back, leaning against a wall, listening to them carefully.

"It's ridiculous! She is visiting him only because your mother asked her to!", Fandral looked at Thor angrily, nervously rubbing his chin. Sif narrowed her eyes, looking from one to the other.

Thor nodded slowly, thinking. His eyes were locked on the table in front of him as he was deep in his thoughts. Unconsciously, he was tapping his fingers on the table pot.

"It might be a good idea to take her with us. I don't believe my brother truly cares about her, but probably his feelings for her are… Warmer than for me. It gives me hope, that he won't smash us at the first opportunity. Besides, she's learning to become medic if I am correct?", he looked at Sif questioningly. She nodded. "So she might be helpful, in current Jane's state…"

"She is just a young servant! If you are planning suicide mission for us all, at least leave her alone! You know way better than I do, that Loki is unable to care about someone else than himself!", Fandral clenched his jaw, looking at the others, searching for help. He clenched his fists under the table.

"She will be fine", Sif started slowly, carefully choosing words not to irritate Fandral, "She is a big girl. And… Since Loki is going, she might be interested in joining as well. You can tell me everything about Loki, but I am sure she cares about him."

Fandral shook his head in disbelief. Apparently his friends went crazy. Eir, his little Eir loves Loki? It's ridiculous. And impossible. Someone so pure and innocent can't have any feelings to such a monster, who betrays his own family. He said nothing, promising to himself, that when the time comes, he simply won't allow Thor to do that.

"Maybe yes, maybe no. She is coming one way or another.", Thor said, his tone indicating that it was decided.

Eir barely slept, turning from side to side, impatiently awaiting morning. It suddenly came to her mind that now, when Queen is gone, guards might not let her in to visit Loki. She giggled nervously at the thought, that just a few hours back she was promising herself that she will stop seeing him. Like it was possible. He doesn't care about her, that's a fact, but she… She snorted, underlying her hands behind her head, not allowing this thought to end in her mind.

"Something wrong?", she heard sleepy voice of her roommate.

"No, everything is fine. I am sorry for waking you up. Good night.", she whispered, turning on her side. Girl on bed next to her murmured something that sounded like "sweet dreams" and fell asleep.

Eir looked at white wall next to her head, thoughtlessly touching it with her fingertips.

So, you like him?, again, some stubborn part of her brain was going against her. Biting cheek from inside, she barely stopped herself from growling in anger. She closed her eyes, determined to fall asleep. She even started counting. But sleep would not come. She couldn't help that she was obsessed with fear of not seeing Loki again.

I should stop this, she thought suddenly, staring at the moon.

She was more than happy, when the sun finally rose. After whole night without sleeping, standing in front of the mirror she noticed dark bruises under her eyes, but she ignored them, quickly washing her face and leaving the room, not answering to the question of her roommate if she is not going to eat breakfast.

She hurried down the corridor, ignoring indignant looks of people she passed on her way. When she reached stairs to the prison, she slowed down, looking down uncertainly. She leaned against the wall, trying to calm down. After a minute or two, she started walking down.

Slowly, she was walking down the stairs, more scared with every step closer to the prison. What if they will not let her in? She wiped her wet hands into dress and gathering up her courage, she stopped in front of the the guards, nodding as usual. For a fraction of second her heart stopped, she was completely sure, that they will send her away, but nothing like that happened. They simply nodded back.

Holding her breath, she passed them and pressed the handle. Still, no one stopped her! Quickly, as if she was scared that they will change their minds, she stepped into the room, slamming the door.

When she turned around, Loki was standing next to the window, looking outside, his hands on his back. He looked at her and smiled coldly. But it wasn't the real Loki. She could perfectly sense that it was simply an illusion. The image opened its lips to say something, but she was faster.

"Loki…", she whispered shaking her head and suddenly clean, bright room disappeared, showing the truth. She was standing at some torn pages of one of books she brought him lately. Loki was sitting against the wall, without his robe, only in underwear, hair higgledy-piggledy around his face, with bare foot. He looked like a wreck of a human being. His pale skin seemed almost transparent. The only outward sign that he was still alive, was his chest slowly moving with every breath he took. She stood in one place for a few seconds, feeling a twinge in her heart. Where is her proud and calm Prince?

"Loki…", she repeated his name softly, moving to him. On her way, she stepped on some broken glass, crushing it even more, but she didn't pay attention to that. She kneeled next to his legs. "What have you done to yourself… Did you even sleep?"

Well, maybe she wasn't the best person to ask about that.

He didn't respond, not even looked at her. He stared stubbornly at his own hands. She sat right next to him, their arms touching as they were sitting. She grabbed his hand and to her surprise he tightened their grip. She pulled their hands closer to her heart, as if it was going to help to ease his pain, gently kissing back of his hand.

She had a feeling that everything she managed to come up with at night – that she doesn't care about him and she will only come this one last time to say goodbye – didn't matter anymore. This new awareness, that he needs her, made her heart warmer. She was so sure, that today he will be more unbearable than usual, showing her that he doesn't care at all, and yet – he is sitting next to her, completely broken mess on cold floor…

His thumb was slowly caressing her hand. Suddenly, she noticed that his hands were really cold. She looked down at them, taking one of his hands into both of hers and rubbing it to make it warmer.

"Tell me it's not truth…", he demanded with empty voice, looking ahead. Tears filled her eyes for the first time since yesterday when she was preparing Queen's dress for the funeral. Her lips were trembling slightly. She pulled herself closer to him, letting him embrace her and hide his face in her hair. She was mumbling words of comfort with her head on his chest, slowly caressing it with her fingertips.

He felt her next to him, her soft hair smelling so sweetly close to his face. Her small, warm body was close to his. He felt an urge to taste her pink lips again… And this time he wasn't going to hold back himself.

After a few minutes – or maybe it was hours? - he pulled her head up with one hand. Their noses were touching, her face was wet from tears. He wiped her moist cheeks with back of his hand. Gently, he allowed his lips to touch hers, almost not noticeably.

She felt everything at the same time. Heat. Cold. Brightness. Darkness. She gave back the kiss, leaning her hands on his chest. They were gently caressing each other's lips in the most sensitive way. She was shaking slightly, when his teeth gently bit her bottom lip a few times. It was new to her, but she loved it.

He pulled her body against his, so now she was almost sitting on his lap, breathing quickly. He needed to feel her close. His hands pushed her back, making her hug to him tighter.

Closer…

He touched her lips with his tongue as they were still kissing. Eir shivered and obediently opened her mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue touched her palate, moving herself closer, small body pressing against Loki. She held his face in both her hands. Thousands of butterflies were flying in her stomach as his hand slowly caressed her back and his tongue was dancing with hers.

She tasted wonderfully.

Closer…

He moved himself a little bit and pushed her down so that she was lying on her back now with her hands behind her head. She felt some glass under her arm, but she didn't pay attention to that. He laid himself down next to her, leaned on his elbow and started gently brushing her white neck with his lips. She grunted, losing her breath, unconsciously piercing her nails into his skin. She was never so close to a man, it was all new to her, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Actually, she was sure he knew and somehow it calmed her down a little bit. He started licking her neck with the tip of his tongue and biting her gently, releasing another series of moans out of her mouth. His free hand was caressing her tummy and thighs through the material of her dress. She never knew that she can be so close to stars lying down on cold floor on broken glass.

He desired her…

"Loki...", she murmured, tangling her fingers into his dark hair, when his hand started slowly moving up her dress, his fingers brushing her naked thigh.

"Shhh…", he whispered, moving his head a little bit up to kiss her shortly on the lips. Then he went back to caressing her neck, while his fingers were pulling down décolletage of her dress. He moved his lips to soft skin on her collarbone, making her tremble. She felt something hot accumulating inside of her body. She didn't know what was happening to her, her body reacted to his touch with feverish excitement. She wondered if it will be ever possible again to catch her breath properly.

Loki pulled himself back to his knees. Eir looked at him confused, suddenly cold and lost without his hands discovering her body. He looked down at her, at her flushed face, scattered red curls and he felt urge to see more.

Much more…

"Come here.", he commanded with voice full of passion. She pulled herself up and kneeled next to him. Deftly, he unfastened first two buttons of her dress, pulled it down a bit and started kissing her creamy white shoulders. He was biting her skin gently, causing murmurs of satisfaction, which she couldn't hold back. Her fingers pierced into his arms once again. Her heart pounded so hard, that she wasn't sure if it won't jump off her chest. She desired him with all her body, heart and mind.

At least this time her brain and heart agreed.

His lips were making her shiver. His hands kept exploring her body, experiencing her curves. He made her waste her breath. For a moment he caressed her buttocks through the material of her dress and then squeezed them firmly. She was driving him crazy with all her sighs and groans. He wanted more and this time not a single thought about her virginity and innocence came to his mind. He was obsessed with her body, reacting so frantically to his touch.

She looked at him faintly, clumsily trying to unbutton his shirt with her trembling fingers. He chuckled, helping her. Eir was kneeling in front of him, staring at his bare chest. Then, after a few seconds, she slowly moved her hand to touch his skin. Her fingertips were moving from his neck to his abdomen. It felt so soft and warm under her fingers…

Again, his lips found hers. He was holding her neck with one hand, while she kept touching his soft skin with her fingertips. Loki could feel her body shivering every time his teeth gently bit her lips. She moved herself closer, not sure how long her trembling legs can hold her without falling. He understood that, instantly moving his hands under her buttocks, holding her firmly. She gasped at this, accidently biting him. He murmured with satisfaction, massaging her bottom.

Suddenly, he stopped and moved his head up, listening. She could also hear heavy steps in the hall. She held his neck, looking at him unsteadily. Quickly, Loki stood up and pulled her on her legs, then buttoned her dress with several agile moves of his hands.

Eir nervously tried to somehow arrange her hair and begged her face to stop being in the color of a ripe strawberry. She was breathing deeply, as if she ran a few miles seconds before, flabbergasted that she can stand straight on her trembling legs without falling.

Well-made person appeared in front of the cell's window. Thor said to the image of Loki to stop and he saw them. Even if he was surprised, he didn't show it. And it definitely was weird: his brother, barefoot, in unbuttoned shirt with clenched fists and this servant, Eir, breathing deeply, color of her skin matching her hair.

"Eir, I will ask you to leave me alone with my brother.", said Thor, looking at her shortly, not commenting on this situation in front of him.

She left the room, noticing that the guards weren't on their place and went up the stairs, redoing her hair properly. She felt heat on her face.

Well. This one was really important for me and I did my best, rewriting everything many times, changing words, correcting mistakes… Hope you will like it.

As you probably noticed, we are slowly reaching actions from movie Thor: the dark world. I am not a fan of describing things we can see in the movie, so when I can – I simply skip them or ignore things, that we can see in movie, focusing on Eir's feelings or actions, that could have taken place between scenes of movie.

More than ever, I hope you will like it, because I gave it everything.