Becoming Careless
Things have become more intimate between you and Loki after you had woken up in his room mere days ago. Now you can feel something other than lust growing between you two. When you spend time together, Loki seems to steal more glances in your direction with a soft gaze. One that you have never seen before. He will take you on walks around the castle when he grows bored; sit with you in the royal gardens as he tells you stories from his childhood, mostly ones of giving his brother a hard time; or asking you to come to his room to just have a conversation. It seems as though he has begun enjoying the time you spend together just as much as you have.
Now you are both seated in the library, merely passing time together. He sits, reading from a book he enjoyed in his childhood, and you listen as you sit closely next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and reading along. Contentment fills the two of you as you sit comfortably, occasionally closing your eyes to listen to his soft voice.
Loki closes the book as he finishes it, realizing that you have spent the entire day doing nothing but listening to him read. You open your eyes while you lean up a bit, “I can see why you liked this book so much.”
He laughs softly, “It has everything a young boy would want in a novel. Truthfully, I refused to read anything else.”
You glance down at his lips, and he catches the look, smirking softly before pressing his lips against yours. He breaks yet another rule; No contact during the daytime.
However, your comfortability surpasses your paranoia of being caught and it causes the two of you to become careless in the daylight. You will often hold hands around the castle when you are sure no one is looking or steal kisses behind pillars or doors, anything to hide your growing relationship.
As his hand goes to rest on your cheek, his fingers intertwining with your hair to deepen the kiss, another servant bursts through the door. She stops and stares as you and Loki pull apart quickly, her eyes blown wide and her mouth agape. The son of Odin, God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard, kissing a servant girl.
She exits and shuts the door behind her, the sound of her footsteps leaving rather quickly. Almost as if she is running. You turn to Loki and his face has gone pale, his eyes wide as well.
“Go.” His voice is as cold as Jotunheim, and you stare for a moment, “I said go!” He raises his voice at you for the first time and you swiftly stand to take your leave, but when you open the door, guards are already standing outside of it.
“Do not touch her.” Loki’s voice is stern, sounding almost violent.
“Orders come from Odin.”
You look back at Loki who is shuttering with anger, watching as the guards take you away from the room. Their grip is tight around your skin, but you don’t fight the forceful pulling of the guards.
You have no idea what is waiting for you, but you know Loki is not following after you or trying to stop this. Maybe you are disposable afterall.