Kneeling Before Odin
You kneel in front of the king, guards holding you down on either side of your body, their grip tight as your head hangs. You stare at the floor until you hear someone enter the room, looking up to see Loki.
Frigga stands off to the side, watching as Loki stands there. Her son disobeying an unspoken rule that has been in place since the beginning of time. Prince's were not to intermingle with servants of any kind.
Relief washes through you upon seeing him, but Odin's voice bellows and bounces off the walls of the empty room. His presence is suffocating and domineering as he stands above everyone in the room.
“Servant! Explain what I was just told!”
You look up toward the king and hesitate, your heart beating so wildly against your ribcage that you can hear it in your ears.
“My king, I assume you were told that Loki and I were–”
Loki interrupts, “Father, if I may…You are trusting a servant who is wildly jealous of Y/n's position. Are you sure she is not making a story to take her place?”
His silver tongue and quick wits make Odin consider this for a moment, looking between you and Loki. Most likely to gauge if this is another one of his tricks, however, he indulges.
“Is this true?” He questions.
It isn’t in Odin's nature to even consider Loki's opinions. However, it seems as though this catches his interest. Perhaps the servant has done something like this before.
“Yes, that is true.” You still tremble in the guards’ grasp, grateful that your voice has not faltered much during this interaction, “Most, if not all, of the other servants have displayed their jealousy in many ways.”
Odin looks around the room before slamming his staff onto the ground.
“I have come to a decision! I will not execute you, but you will no longer serve Loki!”
Your eyes widen as he says this, looking over towards Loki who was already staring at you. However, he looks back in his father's direction rather quickly, his expression flicking between anger and sadness. He opens his mouth to say something, but Odin's voice rings out once more to stop him.
“Would you rather me execute her?!” He shouts angrily and Loki shakes his head.
“Why would I care, she is merely a servant.” He turns on his heel and walks away, his cape flowing behind him.
You know he doesn't feel that way, but it doesn't stop his words from cutting deep. It feels as though he has sharpened one of his own daggers and plunged it into you. The guards unhand you and you fall further to the floor, using your hands to aid you in standing up.
“Thank you, Allfather.” You bow in his direction and become tempted to walk to Loki’s room, but you turn and make your way back to your living quarters.