I had been working at the palace of Asgard for eight months now. I was here because I'd turned down every man who'd tried to court me. I wasn't interested in marrying a blacksmith, soldier, or a cook who I'd hardly get to see because of their work. They weren't terribly attractive or smart either. I longed for a handsome, intelligent, romantic man who had...well, time for me. I didn't want to spend my days taking care of his home and babies. I wanted more out of life.
My Mother always said "Auria, you're too smart for your own good! You're going to be an old maid at the rate you're going!"
I guess in an ironic way, she was right. I am a maid. Father decided since I was "getting on in years" and refused to marry, I should at least get a job and help the family. I was fortunate that when I was out on my quest to get work I overheard at a local tavern they were hiring maids at the palace. I'd been waiting to talk to the woman in charge of the barmaids about a job. When I heard this information, I hurried over and asked who I would speak to about working at the palace. The lady looked me up and down, laughed and said, "Oh dearie, they be needin' hard workers at that palace. You look too soft to be workin' there!"
She stirred my temper so I snapped back, "That's not for you to decide! Now who do I talk to?"
She shrugged and replied, "Her name be Gertrude. On the south side of the palace, closest to the stables, be the servant entrance. Just go up to any of them that be goin' in and out and tell them you're lookin' for Gertrude and they'll show you the way."
I thanked her and hurried off to the palace. Gertrude hadn't been too impressed with me either, but decided to give me a chance since I was young and she thought I could be properly trained. I was young by her standards, getting old by my father's. I was an adult myself and yet others still confused me to no end.
I was assigned to the kitchen which meant I would be serving at feasts as well as regular meals for the court. That's where I met them: the princes of Asgard. They were both handsome men though I found Thor loud, boisterous, arrogant, rude, and drank too much. Loki on the other hand was quieter, polite, and all around more reserved. Thor demanded of the servants, Loki asked politely, never forgetting his manners.
It happened one day that I caught Loki gazing at me every time I passed by or brought him something at supper. Before the meal was over, it got to where I could feel his eyes on me when I was on the opposite side of the room. I'd turn to see and sure enough, the prince was gazing at me. I said nothing. It continued at every meal for the rest of the week.
At the end of the week, as I was refilling his wine goblet he finally asked me my name. "I am Auria, your highness."
"Auria? A bit of an unusual name for a servant. It is lovely though. How long have you worked here? I do not recall seeing you until a few months ago."
"I've only worked here for a few months, your highness."
He graced me with a smile and replied, "No need to stand on formalities. Simply Loki is fine."
"Yes your highness," I was getting flustered. "I mean Loki. If it pleases you to be addressed that way. I must go get more wine. Please excuse me."
He dismissed me with a slight nod of his head and I turned to hurry off to the kitchen. I knew my cheeks must be crimson as I could feel an intense heat in my face. He was so handsome and his voice much softer than I imagined. I suddenly felt a strange sensation of something heavy shifting in my apron pocket. I looked down to find a beautiful wine red rose in my right pocket. I gasped as I picked it up to study it closer. Where in the realms did this come from? I brought it to my nose to inhale its divine scent as I turned back to Loki. Had he put it there when he spoke to me? I didn't recall feeling the weight of it as we spoke. I caught his gaze and he smiled slightly as he saw me there sniffing that beautiful rose.
I quickly stuck it back into my apron pocket, pushing it down far enough that it couldn't be seen, as I returned to my work.
It became a regular occurrence that the prince would grace me with a small smile and say hello at any time he had contact with me. It didn't turn into a longer conversation though.
It was a few weeks after the mysterious rose apparition incident, that something even stranger happened one morning as I arose at dawn so I could assist with serving breakfast. As I yawned, stretched, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed a strange weight on my left wrist. I glanced down and gasped in shock. I raised my arm to study it closer. There wrapped around my pale wrist was the most beautiful golden bracelet I'd ever seen. It had small emeralds all the way around. Where in Helheim had this come from!? It certainly wasn't there when I'd fallen asleep. Wait a minute, that dream I had last night. I thought hard and recalled a little of it. I'd dreamed of Prince Loki again as I had been doing nightly for the last few months. We'd been on a picnic in the royal garden, talking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. He'd presented me with what he called a token of his affection. A golden bracelet with emeralds, just like the one now wrapped around my left wrist. But that had just been a dream...hadn't it?
I turned it round about my wrist looking for the clasp to remove it. It didn't appear to have one despite I remembered him using one in my dream to secure it. I moved it down, but it was too snug to slip it off over my hand. I feared someone seeing such an expensive looking gift and being accused of stealing. A mere servant girl would have to save her salary for quite a while before affording such a luxury. While the palace paid more generously than a tavern, it was still meager compared to the wages of a skilled tradesman. I dressed quickly and realized my dress sleeves would cover it except when I raised my hands up. I decided I'd just have to do my best to keep my sleeve down over it so no one would notice. I was grateful for the cool weather and the resulting cooler temperatures in the palace, even though it did get quite warm in the kitchen. I would just have to deal with it since I couldn't seem to remove it. I didn't want anyone seeing the bracelet.
At breakfast no other servant noticed my bracelet, or the fact I kept my dress sleeves down, instead of rolling them up as was the custom of everyone after they'd been in the kitchen for a while. I was barely even noticed unless I was commanded to take something out to the dining hall. No one even called me by my name. I was known as the ginger girl. People acted like my red hair was an anomaly. Granted most of the other servants had plain, dull brown hair like weak tea. A few were dirty blondes. All of us women wore our hair pinned up as it was cooler and kept it out of our faces. Mine was naturally curly and rather unruly so I braided it before I pinned it up. I had eyes as blue as the sky on a clear day and a creamy complexion that rarely saw the sun. I'd turn pink in no time. The sunshine had never been my friend. Everyone told me I'm stunningly beautiful. More than one of the older female servants had said it was a shame my father hadn't been able to marry me off as I'd make a fine prize for any man. I was indignant at being referred to as a prize. I was not a trophy to be won and then paraded about.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a shout, "You there! Ginger maid! Come take this tea tray to Prince Loki's chambers!"
Prince Loki's chambers? He wasn't in the dining hall with the rest of the family? I slowly walked over and picked it up. There was a tea pot, cup with saucer, and a covered dish with sweet breads and fruit that I knew Loki enjoyed as his breakfast. "I'm to take it to his personal chambers?" I inquired, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Aye lass, he's in his rooms. You know where that is, right? Do I need to ask someone else?"
"I know where his chambers are!" I snapped more roughly than I'd intended.
I snatched up the tray, being careful not to drop off anything, and turned to head out of the kitchen. I made my way to the side of the palace where the royal family lived. I finally got to the hall where I'd find his chambers. I made my way to the doors and paused. Should I knock? Was he expecting someone to bring his breakfast? While I was trying to decide what to do, the door slowly opened far enough for me to enter. I walked in slowly and heard a creak. I turned to see the door swinging closed as if someone had given it a push, yet there was no one there. It didn't slam, but closed softly with a click. The room was dimly lit as I began to slowly cross to the table that was near the fireplace. I was startled when a male voice softly said, "Why hello Auria. I was not expecting you to deliver my breakfast."
There in a rather plush forest green chair, sat Prince Loki with a book open, but resting on his lap. I placed the tray on the table and replied, "I wasn't too busy so I was asked to bring this tray to you."
I carefully moved everything off of the tray. I wasn't paying attention to my sleeves so I didn't notice when they shifted and my new bracelet was clearly visible. Loki quickly seized my wrist, holding it gently, and moved the sleeve back so he could see it. He looked at me quizzically and I shrugged. "I really don't know where it came from. I woke up with it on my wrist."
He simply smiled, winked, and sat back saying, "You may go Auria. Do not show that bracelet to anyone."
I nodded and turned to leave. Before I reached the door, Loki called out, "If I need anything else I will send for you."
I turned hurriedly. "I beg your pardon sire? I thought you had personal servants."
"Oh I do. However I am considering replacing my personal maid as she no longer seems quite...fit for the job. Would you consider replacing her my Dear?"
Me? Prince Loki wanted me to be his personal maid? I stuttered about, unsure of what to say. I very much wanted to be closer to him, but I wasn't sure how to handle the situation.
"It would mean a pay raise for you and better sleeping quarters. My personal maid sleeps in a room across and at the end of the hall from here. It is much nicer than those tiny cells down in the servant quarters near the kitchen. You will even have your own bathroom. I like to keep my servants close to me and readily available at any time I should require them."
A long silence stretched out between us. I saw Loki raise an eyebrow quizzically, as if wondering why I was taking so long to answer. I soon replied, "If it pleases you sire."
"Oh indeed it pleases me Auria. I am certain you will please me quite well."
I curtsied quickly and rushed from the room, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I flushed crimson. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he said I would please him, but it gave me erotic ideas that I knew would play out in my dreams.
Later that same day, a man who seemed vaguely familiar to me approached me as I was polishing the silverware that had been used at lunch in the kitchen and told me to gather my personal belongings and report to the hallway we referred to as the Royal Corridor in exactly thirty minutes. He wore the uniform of a personal servant. They dressed finer than the rest of us, but nowhere near that of nobility. I was relieved of my kitchen duties and was being reassigned. Another young lady quickly came over and took over the polishing. "You best move Miss. None of the royal family likes to be kept waiting."
I thanked her and dried my hands, as I exited the kitchen. I quickly went to my tiny bedroom and retrieved the few dresses, aprons, and extra pair of shoes I owned out of the small wardrobe. I also had a small box that contained my hair pins and a few other items. I stacked everything carefully on the bed. I didn't want to carry it like throughout the palace hallways, but I didn't own any kind of knapsack. I decided the pillowcase would have to do. I could always bring it back. I stripped it off the pillow and placed my belongings inside. I then hurried to the Royal Corridor; it took me less than thirty minutes to do all of this. The same man was waiting for me. He was pleased I arrived early and said, "I am to show you to your new chambers. You will now serve Prince Loki."
I didn't respond as I followed him down the hallway to my new room. He opened the door, ushered me inside and said, "Put your things away, put on the uniform dress you'll find in the wardrobe and report to Prince Loki. Don't waste time as the Prince doesn't like to be kept waiting."
I nodded an acknowledgement and he shut the door. I looked around. This room was spacious compared to the dingy little cell I just relocated from. The bed was a good size with a brass bedframe; a small table next to it with a night lamp. On the left wall was a bigger wardrobe than I had need for as well as a fireplace and to the right I could see the door to the bathroom. There was a good sized window behind the bed and another between the fireplace and wardrobe. I approached the wardrobe, deciding to put my things away properly tonight so as not to keep the Prince waiting. I saw the black dress and white apron I was now expected to wear. There were four dresses, but one apron. I had the two of the exact same style, so it wouldn't be an issue. I quickly changed clothing. I didn't wear undergarments. I found them a pointless nuisance. The dress was shorter than my others; it didn't quite reach my knees. I hadn't worn a dress so short since I was a child. I tied my apron on quickly and hurried to Loki's chambers.
I knocked and waited to be told to enter. Instead of a voice, the door once again opened on its own. I entered the room cautiously while the door closed behind me, just as it had before. The curtains covering the tall windows were open at this hour, filling the room with natural light. Loki was seated in a chair by the fireplace. This time the table was on the other side of the room. I approached quickly. He put his book down on the side table next to his chair and turned to me. "Hello again, Auria."
"Good afternoon sire."
He smirked and went on, "Your only real job here is to keep my chambers clean, make up the bed, clean my clothing, and bring my meals when I wish to dine here. You are to clean the spines and shelf edges of the bookcases, but do not remove any of the books."
He paused and gestured toward the opposite side of the room from where he sat. I turned toward that side of the room. He went on, "Clean the outside of those cupboards, but do not open any of them. I keep the inside clean myself. Do not mess with the table between them at all. It might seem a mess to you, but I am often in the midst of experiments and do not wish for anything to be disturbed. The bathroom is behind you and I wish for it to be cleaned daily. Can you handle all of that Auria?"
"Yes sire," I replied with a curtsey.
"Auria, what did I tell you about that?"
I furrowed my brow. "Not to be formal?" I replied questioningly.
"That is exactly what I said, my Dear. Just Loki is fine. You can simply say yes, as well."
"As you wish. It just might take me a while to remember and I apologize in advance for when I do slip up. I was taught to address all members of the royal family in a formal, proper manner."
"Yes Auria, I am sure you were. I would like my afternoon tea now. I will be dining with the rest of the family this evening so after serving my tea, you may go tidy up your own room and have the rest of the evening to yourself. I do not rise early in the morning unless I have to for some reason. You will be told of those days. You will find the cleaning supplies for my room in a cupboard in the bathroom of your room. My manservant will move the table while you retrieve my tea. Thank you Auria. I am certain you are going to enjoy your new position."
With that dismissal I went off to the kitchen where I found his tea tray was just being finished. I delivered it quickly so it didn't get cold. A few minutes later, I retreated to my own room where I cleaned up and found the supplies I would be using in Loki's room.
I had a terribly uneventful two weeks of being his servant before he announced one evening as I came to retrieve his used supper dishes that he would be going away for a few days and I was to continue cleaning his room in his absence. He told me to be sure to clean a few items of clothing and pack his clothing case in the morning as he would be leaving after lunch. I acknowledged his orders and left the room with the tray of dishes. I saw about getting his clothing cleaned, pressed, and ready to packed up while I was downstairs.
It was later than usual when I returned to my room and stripped out of my uniform to crawl into bed. In the last two days, I'd washed his bedding, cleaned the enormous rugs, polished all the furniture, and scrubbed the floors. I was exhausted even though I was slow to drift off. At least with him gone for a few days, I'd get to rest. There wouldn't be much to do in his absence.
I have no idea how long I'd been asleep when I suddenly became aware of someone gently stroking my cheek. I'd been having a wonderful dream and didn't want to wake from it. I wondered faintly if I was still dreaming. I kept my eyes close and enjoyed the sensations. Those soft fingers slowly traced over my jawline and dipped down onto my neck before crossing my collarbone and down to my chest, pausing at the beginning of my cleavage. The touch was gentle yet arousing. I'd only been touched in such a manner in my dreams. I'd had clumsy kisses with a few young men before I began working here, but I hadn't allowed any of them to do more. They were horrible kissers and I certainly didn't want to see how badly they did anything else. Those fingers just lingered, not moving further. I released a held back sigh, raising my chest to see if I could prompt those fingers to continue their explorations. I heard a soft chuckle and a voice state, "If you wish me to continue Darling, you best open those lovely blue eyes of yours. I know you aren't truly asleep."
I slowly opened my eyes to see Prince Loki gazing down at me. Neither of us spoke. We just gazed at each other for several seconds. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized he was shirtless. I looked down to see if he was nude, but he was too close for me to see him entirely. Finally his fingers slid down between my breasts but moved to grab the top of my quilt and yank it off of me.
He gasped and grinned wide in approval. "So my little Birdie sleeps in the nude. All the better for me."
He moved to sit on the bed next to me as he began to slowly trace over my skin with those long, graceful fingers of his. He started at my neck and slowly worked down toward my breasts. Once he reached there, he slowly moved his fingertips down over my right breast to circle teasingly around my nipple. It perked up in response, but he didn't touch it before moving his fingers off to my other breast to circle my nipple in the same manner. He soon leaned over and brought his mouth closer as if he was going to kiss my body. He stopped with his lips hovering over my left nipple. He shifted position so he could slowly move toward my other breast. His lips were so close to my skin I could feel his hot breath. He paused over my other nipple. I licked my lips, anticipating the feeling of his lips on my body. He still just hovered above my nipple. I moaned and arched my back slightly to bring my nipple closer to his mouth. He barely chuckled and withdrew slightly.
"Loki?" I moaned out questioningly.
"Yes my beautiful one?" He asked in response.
"Kiss me," I pleaded softly.
He slowly moved from my breasts, up towards my mouth, pausing to hover over my lips in the same teasing manner as with my breasts. I groaned, wanting so much to feel his pink, warm lips against my own. He grinned before finally crushing his lips down on mine in an intense, deep kiss that left me breathless.
That first kiss lead to many more, with me curling my fingers up into his dark hair at the back of his head and pulling him closer to me. My lips parted under his kiss and I felt his tongue dart between them, searching out my own and stroking it before he broke away from me to kiss down my jawline to my collarbone. His lips didn't pause as he worked his way to my breasts. He caressed both with his hands, pinching up my nipples between his fingers and rolling them gently. I moaned as he brought his tongue to my left one and teased it like he'd done with his fingers before squeezing my breast and sucking my nipple up between his teeth. He nibbled a bit before he let go and traced a line to my other one with his tongue where he gave it the same treatment.
I have no idea how long he played with my breasts and kissed my lips and face over and over again. Time seemed meaningless to me. All there was in my world now was the incredible things he was doing to my body. I moaned unrestrained as his left hand slid down my side to my hip. I felt it slip behind me as much as possible as he squeezed my cheek, kneading it roughly. He slid it back up and over my hip, across my pelvis, pausing at the top of my slit. He traced circles around my skin teasingly before dipping a finger into the slit and sliding down across my clitoris.
He withdrew his lips from mine and said, "Oh my little Birdie is so wet for me."
I moaned loudly. He laughed softly and said, "Spread those legs for your Prince my little Song Bird and I shall make you sing an aria tonight!"
I obeyed immediately by spreading my legs wide. He gazed down at my wet pussy and said, "Oh such a thing of beauty you brought for your Prince. Let's see if you taste as delicious as you look."
He dipped his head down between my thighs and I felt his tongue thrust between my folds, near my entrance before he glided it all the way to the top and out. "Oh my, you are a tasty treat!" He exclaimed before returning his tongue to my slit and proceeding to lick me like I was the most delectable dessert he'd ever tasted.
I was now moaning louder as I felt that familiar tension building within my pelvis already. I'd made myself come before, but I knew this was going to be nothing like what I'd done with my own fingers. He was now circling it around with his tongue, flicking over it occasionally, and then drawing it between his lips to suck it gently. I soon felt two fingers thrust within me as he found the sweet spot on my front wall that he stroked in a come-hither motion. It didn't take long for that internal eruption that made my body convulse as I screamed out his name and bucked my pelvis upward. He pressed it down with his other hand as he withdrew his mouth.
"Easy little Birdie," he cooed as he continued to stroke inside of me.
I settled down some, but was still whimpering and moaning. He slid his free hand down and circled my clitoris with his thumb. I was still quivering and I had no doubt my inner walls were squeezing his fingers, though he never complained. "Is my sweet little one, ready for her Prince's big cock?" He questioned in a soft, sexy voice.
"Oh god yes!" I squealed.
He laughed softly as he withdrew his hands and positioned himself over me. I felt him probing my entrance with the head of that monster cock of his. I couldn't believe how big he was. I momentarily worried he wouldn't fit in me before I felt it slowly pushing within. I gasped as his girth stretched me. He kissed me softly and said, "I will go slow at first and open you gently. Just relax."
He pushed in a little further. Every few seconds he gave me more and more of himself, filling me up until I felt his pelvis press against mine and he whispered in my ear, "That is all of me darling. You took it all like a good girl. Now I am going to fuck you gently, though I must warn you, I may not stay that way."
I felt him withdraw slightly before pushing forward again. I moaned as his strokes continued, getting longer and faster. I heard the sounds he made and felt my body relax even more. I couldn't believe I had all of that huge girth filling me up and stretching me out with the most delicious burning and tingling I'd ever known.
He was pumping faster and deeper as I felt that sweet tension return more intense than before. I could tell he must have been closer to his own peak as he was moving even faster. He shifted, raising himself up and grabbing the crossbar of my brass bedframe. This allowed his penetration to be even deeper. I spread my legs further, bending my knees and resting my feet on the mattress so I could raise my pelvis slightly. I wondered at how he could keep up such a frantic pace as the headboard smacked against the wall with the intensity of his thrusting. The minutes went by slowly before my body erupted again in that sweet ecstasy. This was even more spectacular than the one he'd given me with his tongue and I swear I saw shooting stars as my convulsing inner walls brought him quicker to his own release. I felt a rush of hot fluid as he cried out my name and I nearly shrieked his. His thrusting continued for a few more minutes, though it was gradually slowing down. He finally released the headboard and gently moved off of me, lying down carefully next to me. We were both panting so hard we couldn't speak. We were both covered in sweat and each other's come in our lower regions. Eventually I just rolled over and put my head on his chest. He softly kissed my forehead. Neither of us spoke. I soon drifted off to sleep.