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Bound to Piety	By : GentryFictives Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 4204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bound to Piety
- 2-His Seal of Approval
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In the morning you woke with a shining new confidence, and it was your turn to serve the Allfather's family again. In the kitchen you encountered the angry-looking Cook, and a kitchen wench who handed you a tray with cream tartlets. At that moment you remembered the pomegranates you were supposed to bring in last night to garnish them with and your face flushed. "Damn," you thought. "I will be relieved from my duties in the kitchen if I neglect to do any such thing again." You regained composure and hurriedly went to serve.

When you walked into the dining hall that morning, you saw that there were three extra people at the wide table, two young ladies dressed modestly with small veils on their heads and a man in nice looking foreign attire. You placed the tray down in the center of them all at the table and filled everyone's glass from a jug. As you passed in front of Loki, you looked at him but he didn't look at you. He plucked a grape from the fruit bowl and everyone else sampled the cream tarts as he chatted with the young maiden to his left with golden hair and green eyes.

He turned toward her and everyone listened as she started to explain how she and her sister were once prisoners of war on a planet in the area of of Midgard, only to be liberated by a race of superior aliens from the gentleman's race who prophesied their encounter, and made them both into blessed priestesses for the long sojourn they took in the name of peace and justice. Now they travel on to different parts of their realm to stop the spread of evil and genocide. Frigga congratulated them on service to their realm and she promised to lend her favors in helping them. Warmth flowed through her as she smiled and the priestesses bowed their heads. "My dear," Frigga called to you, "Please, bring the pomegranates."

You bowed deeply. "My queen, I apologize that the early crop has not been brought in yet this morn, but I will see to it myself to fetch them now if you will give me leave." After a moment of silence another maid who heard you from the corridor stepped from behind the doorway to take your place. "Indeed as you may." Frigga replied. You glanced at Loki before turning to go, he was still enthralled by the beauty to his left. They were chatting quietly and he was laughing lightly at things she said. You felt sick, but hastened your steps to fetch up the basket which Loki spilled at your feet last night.. Right before taking you to break your throat in for him in the alcove. Ugh!

As you reached the long yard ahead of the orchard, you could see your basket reassembled with everything back in it at the gate's post, you quickly grabbed it and turned back, trying to avert your gaze from the path you took with Loki just the night before. You shuddered that he might have heard your thoughts just then when you thought his name. When he said lovers, what exactly did he mean? Random situations in which you can't possibly say no?

He would avert his gaze from you to avoid suspicion but it was now your secret together. You reentered the kitchen and pulled out a silver platter that had been pre chilled from the icebox and set it on the table in the center of the room. You threw the whole basket into the basin of the sink and rinsed all of the pomegranates in frigid water, removed soil from them and from your hands and placed the fruits into a shallow bowl. You took the pomegranates to the prep table and began to tear at the skins of them with your bare hands, and you shredded them all apart, taking the poison out of your temper by ripping through the vivid color of their wine-red husks and the bright jewel-like fruit within. You were an artist's child before your life changed and you came here. You placed down a layer of fluffed ice and arranged the fruit upon the platter in a lovely pattern, and garnished with torn mint sprigs that were near, then nestled a round honey pot into the center. You placed a towel over your hands as they were now stained bright red and you quickly carried the platter back to the dining hall. You crossed the room and served the king's family the chilled platter immediately, to Frigga and Thor's apparent delight.

Frigga shined a keen eye at the arrangement and you bowed when she looked at you, then you returned to your place standing against the wall. Loki took a wedge of the fruit too, though never looked at its presentation, but when he felt the cold dish against the back of his hand he temporarily shifted his gaze to you standing in the far corner. He plucked a few jewels of fruit off of the piece of husk he had taken and held them out in his palm, and looked back to the blonde priestess, saying, "This fruit once inspired woman to original sin according to lore on its planet of original import. I've been there many times." His voice smooth. The girl blinked when he offered her them out of his hand. Odin coughed but she took one anyway. She simply swallowed it seed and all without savoring the flavor but she smiled at Loki and he smiled back at her.

You wanted to leave the situation though nothing really critical was happening. "Great, he's flirting with her." You thought, and he fleetingly glanced over at you from behind the golden corona of her hair, noticing your crimson-tinted hands, but his eyes never stayed on you more than a second or two. They all chatted merrily about the day's planned exploits. You stood in vigilant silence until they had all departed, then cleared everything away with the help of the other maid on duty.

The young ladies and their companion stayed in Asgard as guests for 2 days and were entertained by Loki and Thor. In this time you didn't see Loki at all, but you were chambermaid to the two ladies and cleaned their cells. They weren't particularly untidy, in fact they seemed to be cleaning after themselves, something only lower born women do. They both had three identical changes of clothes, a veil and a more formal habit each.

You thought Loki probably liked such qualities in women; tidiness, modesty but not lacking in physical beauty. You hoped she would spurn his advances if he did try to proceed with her romantically. She was supposed to be purified, and therefore chaste, right? You were sure if he worked his careful way, Loki's charms could sway any woman past temptation though... They were to leave on the morn but would Loki work his way on her tonight, luring her in and banishing fidelity between you and he so soon? You tried to push thoughts of him being with her out of your mind.
The priestesses and their escort were said to have departed very early the next day. Another full day and a half passed, you worked in the laundry and saw no sign of Loki. In the evening after you had returned to the women's side of the public bath you had it in your mind to be rid of the tension set on you. You felt stressed out, and worse, sex deprived. No one was around, you removed your robe and stepped into the steaming bath water. Slowly you circled around, and sunk in to a comfortable spot. "Here I am in need," you thought, "For small fair glimpses of him, I'd forfeit anything. Just to see him in passing, I would. This effect he has had on me..." You closed your eyes as your muscles eased in the warm water. You pictured the image of him naked, tracing his full form in the low light, so close to you he had been before. You felt it would be slightly pathetic to pray to him now...

"I heard you." Said a dark male voice. You opened your eyes and there was Loki, standing at the edge of the water. You gasped slightly, what was he doing here in the female bath? He pulled the sash from his robe and stepped out of it, and stood naked in full view as the robe faded away behind him. "My lord!" You splashed and exclaimed, checking around to see if there was anyone near. "Fear not, but hush." He said calmly as he waded into the water. "No one will come, pet." Your gaze was transfixed on him as he crossed the water.

Soon he was next to you, looking at you amorously. "Your grace," you said more quietly as he wet his hair and slicked it back with his hands. "I thought that you could only hear me when I used your name." He smiled and then replied, "Its not what you say pet, but rather how you say it.. Your words were laced with intent. I was called to you by such a force. But I admit I knew of your intentions much sooner than this, and I have neglected you to my own detriment." You blushed feeling his hand slide over your thigh under the semi-opaque bath water and you became still. He smiled at you immodestly, moving both hands up to your hips and he pulled you in closer to him. Your bare slippery skin felt electric next to his, he was looking heavily into your eyes, you felt him press his semi hard cock against you, and you went to kiss his neck but he stopped you and said in a enticing tone, "I'll need something before you start taking liberties. Work me up for it, my new steady cunt."

You turned around and he pressed his hardening cock against your butt and you looked over your right shoulder at him, blushing a bit. He slid your wet hair over your left shoulder and his lips came to rest on your delicate skin. You reached behind you and took his cock in your right hand and stroked it slowly, letting it tap against your ass cheek under the water. Heat stirred in both of you, he reached around and and began to rub your cunt, kneading you sensually. You felt him becoming fully erect now and you hitched a leg and started to grind your labia against him. He nibbled your neck and rubbed you a little while and his fingers dug into you, but he knew the bath water would strip away your natural wetness.

He grabbed your waist and lifted you out of the water, and placed you on a smooth pane of solar glass at the edge, then climbed up beside you, steam rising next to his soaked body. You felt exposed in the night air, but suitable steam whirled around to keep you from the cold. Loki went to his knees and sidled himself between your legs, lifting them to rest against his left shoulder. His eyes were filled with unspeakable beauty, he looked down at your body and rubbed your pussy to arouse you further. You sighed and blushed, feeling your body respond instantly to his touch. He let his middle finger slip into your moistening cunt, and then slipped in two fingers and you moaned softly, so craving a continuance. Suddenly he parted your legs and guided his self in, utterly filling you with his big prick.

A sustained moan spilled from you, but you tried not to cry out as he penetrated you fully for the first time. He leaned over you, filling you again and again, so deeply that you thought you might loose your breath as pangs of pleasure filled you, brimming over. You held up your legs, wanting to lose yourself in the feeling of being fucked by Loki, his fully naked body over you in all its glory, pumping you full of his dick only as he so pleased. Your cunt was getting so moist that you felt it leaking out of you. As he went, his pace grew faster and faster and you yelped if he went too deep, but it didn't seem to slow him down. His tenacity was inspiring to you so you started to buck against him, fucking him back in turn.

He pulled out suddenly. "Turn over, girl." He commanded. As you started to turn over he placed his arm under you to raise you on all fours. He grabbed your hips and thrust back into you with his hot dick, taking no time. Then he removed a slender plant cane from an adjacent bush, and smacked you over your ass hard with it. You flinched and hissed but stuck your ass up to him as he continued to fuck you. He smacked you over and over again with the flexible cane just on one side, alternating fast and hard lashes. Lashes that fell over other ones stung worse, but you tried to only chirp instead of yelling out too loud. He wanted your voice to fill the air.

He threw the cane aside and slapped you with his full palm and you almost screamed. You felt his hand reach up and he rubbed your swollen clit with his thumb and started to knead you inside more satisfactorily when he slightly shifted down on his hips. You felt full of ecstasy, moans escaping you and knew you would cum if it continued this way. He was sleek with moisture and sweat as he withdrew and leaned down to lick your clit agilely. Your eyes rolled back as your female bud was overcome with sensation. Suddenly he stopped and you groaned piteously as your orgasm started to flee.

"Now, you finish yourself." Loki said sternly as he sat back to watch. You felt this was probably another of his tests and hoped to recapture the feeling of your orgasm building. With your ass in the air, cheek to the glass you looked back at him, cunt spread as you started to knead your clit with one hand and threw the other arm back to finger fuck yourself, and he smiled handsomely. "Pretty posing, pet." he said and allowed you to continue.

You felt the pre orgasmic feeling beginning again, and panted staring back at Loki's anatomy, he was stroking his still fully erect dick watching you. He smirked seeing your cunt shine with wetness. Slowly he leaned in and shoved his tongue deep in your hole right beside your fingers. Your eyes fluttered and you moaned, the warmth and wetness of his tongue started you cumming, you rubbed your clit fast and removed your fingers from inside your cunt. He let go of his dick and held your thighs, licking and tongue fucking you through orgasm, with you moaning all the way.

He was back to his knees and pushed himself back inside you faster than you knew to take a next breath. He thrusted 5 or 6 times, causing your pussy to spasm and come again, and he grunted a few times as he unloaded his sperm deep into you. He pushed into you hard with the last stroke and pulled your body up vertically against his, your full weight on his still-hard cock. You gasped, it stung madly, you were internally bruised, but it gave you an idea how easily he could toss you around.

He moaned quietly feeling your pussy contract over his sensitive prick. He slowly laid over with you onto the glass pane and withdrew his self. You were both gasping for air, pulses racing, heads spinning. You had never come so hard as when he was inside you just then, filling you with his hot seed. You hadn't had any sex at all in some time, and thought he wasn't going to give you the privilege of orgasming with him. He wanted to stretch the teases out in this encounter, making you finish yourself and then having you come for him anyway with only a few passes.

You steadily regained your breath and he leaned over and placed a kiss on your face, and you were overcome with an intensely romantic feeling. Could it be love? Your eyes shone as you looked at him but he said nothing, just laid back with his palms flat on the glass, the heaving of his chest slowed to normal. His eyes were half lidded and the wet ends of his hair curled up as they dripped moisture. You looked up into the sky as steam swirled off into twilight and dissipated. You laid together side by side a moment.
He soon stood up and pulled you to your feet, and instantly you were transported to a dark room, which Loki illuminated with a simple gesture. You saw a transparent shower stall, pristine sink basin and black mother-of-pearl inlay glass tile all around from floor to ceiling. "This is my private bath." Said Loki, as he slid back the door to the shower and led you to step inside with him. The water came on at the perfect temperature and cascaded down from above you. As the water streaked over your body you felt it sting where Loki had lashed you before, and you winced slightly.

His face was as gentle as the circulating mists as he turned you around and held your body under the warm water, and he took a soft cloth from nearby and started to bathe you. He washed your neck and back, and let his hands sweep under your breasts. You felt his hard body standing behind you supporting you in place, reassuring and omnipresent. You could not utter a word, as the act of him bathing you was kinder and more tender than any you had yet seen from him. To have this moment was beyond what you expected. You thought only a god could choose a moment more perfect for you than what your own mind could devise. There was an unsaid sweetness in that which was forbidden once it was had. Sweet to him too, for your maidenly dream of love. You shifted your hip and felt his cum dribble out of you. You put your hand down to refocus a stream of water between your legs, but he wanted to clean you his self, so he slid his slender hand between your legs with warm water dripping between his fingers and cleaned you off. It felt like a very intimate act, or maybe he wanted to clean you before starting in again. Your labia was still swollen, sensitive and aching but any touch from him still felt very good.

You were suddenly timid, thinking of the consequences for you if you were caught, and the true risk of being here with him. But how nice it was to finally be more intimate with Loki, now more familiar with his body than ever before. He was certainly taking liberties with you, and you enjoyed it very much. You turned to face him when he finished cleaning you, he sleeked his own hair back under the water and let it drench him a few moments. He passed his hands over himself quickly, and reached down and shook his cock under the water, as you stood there blushing and watching. He looked back at you sultrily, and handed the soft cloth over to you. You stepped forward, though a bit shy, you had hoped that it was your turn to bathe him.

You wrung the cloth in your hands and let it reabsorb water as it streamed from above. You passed it carefully over his chest, moving it down over his stomach and cleaning his inner thighs, and he watched you, more gorgeous than the heavens. He rotated in place and you washed his back, stepping in close to feel his skin. He seemed to relax against your touch and his eyes closed. You let the cloth drop to your feet and stood with your navel and breasts lightly touching his back, reaching up to run your fingers over his scalp as the warm water fell over your heads. You then rubbed along his neck and shoulders, and Loki's body reacted by limpening slightly. You noticed how knotted up and tense he was, no doubt from lessons and the like. You squeezed the hard muscles in his arms, and he suddenly turned back to face you, his eyes were soft as they peered back into yours. He kissed you there in the glass stall, holding you tenderly by your waist. If you were to die at any moment, you felt it would be a satisfied death.
After you were both all clean, he had you step out with him. The tile was cool under your bare feet and any water that dripped off of you and pooled there then seemed to somehow seep directly into the floor. He produced and unrolled a large white satin sheet and wrapped you in it to dry. "This fabric is too fine, your Grace, to dampen." you said meekly. He just scoffed, and told you, "I'll place you in anything I wish and you might be grateful when it is as fine as satin, my dear."
You were reminded of the impression you'd gotten before, how everything is expendable to Loki. A prince could never want for much. He passed under the doorway, and gestured for you to come through to his chamber. There was a large posted bed, a two-paned diamond patterned window that was half stained, the wide door to a balcony with a gilded doorknob, a tucked away walk-in closet, two gold-clad interfaceable tables, an interesting tear-shaped chair and a full length mirror that went from floor to ceiling. The layout was pretty simplistic, you assumed it was because he could summon things he possessed to hand with his magic.

"This is where I take my sleep." He pointed out, though you'd seen the room once ahead of time.
"I've been here once before, my lord." you replied, holding the sheet about your frame. He looked quizzically at you, all nudity and grace and you blushed slightly. "I came to tidy things when you brought in that shaggy wolverine, my lord." He seemed to accept this answer, but didn't reply. "I also went to master Thor's chambers afterwards.. He wasn't there 'til I had done." Loki just looked at you plainfaced. You couldn't tell from his expression whether he remembered seeing you leaving Thor's room, or if he thought the information was erroneous. He sighed and walked around to the far side of the bed from you and laid down with a plop, gesturing for you to approach. "I'm not sure that I like hearing you refer to him as master Thor." he informed, with a bored expression.

You approached the edge of his bed, letting the satin sheet shuffle off of you. You used it to dry out your hair a bit and then let it fall to the floor. He waved, giving permission for you to climb onto the bed, and so you got up and laid closely to him. He was reclined back, arms crossed behind his head, not paying any close attention to your nudity but you were peeking at his. You wanted to lick him all over, his body was perfect, impossible not to stare at and imagine those things you'd wanted to do. His eyes closed and you thought you might reach over and touch him, but hesitated, since he'd never gave any express permission.

"I thought you might like to know that I've had no others as of late. I did tempt the priestess though." Huh? Your brain shifted gears but you did not immediately reply. You'd allowed yourself to forget about the priestess. You felt instantly consumed with heat as jealous tempers arose in you. He sniggered and rolled over onto his stomach. "I feel, at times, my true nature is to tempt, to tease a reaction out. I always respond with masochistic flair, a bit frightening to some."

"Your Grace-" you said quietly. "But, I know you can take it pet, that's why I've chosen you, and for all that yearning you spend on me.. I would be cruel to both of us to ignore it. I have a certain wish to fill this role you've devised for me, since it is not far out of my character to do so, and well within my ability. You have a wet cunt that's wet just for me." Your eyes widened and you blushed deeply. "I saw your hands dyed from savaging those fruits, did I strike your nerve so just talking to the maiden?" he chuckled.
"I think you know better than me, perhaps." you replied regretfully. "Well," he said with a spoiled grin, "I'd wait 'til you were burning to come douse the fire." "You needn't have waited at all my lord, I was dying in the flame of desire from the first moments." His look fiercened as you said that.

"Your raw cunt and ass will remind you today how I did make time to come to you in your hour of need to gratify your lust. I can sense that you still want me now, even though I know I hurt you." He was right. Still he was so beautiful, unyielding, powerful. Fear and desire were set on you in spades, and you'd done well to not lose your cool. He reached over and stroked your thigh, as though waiting for a reply. You nodded slowly and cast your eyes downward. He turned over back onto his back and his dick was stiff. "Suck me off, if you hope to ever be fucked by me again." he threatened. You certainly would oblige.
Loki pulled your damp hair back over your shoulder as you leaned in to his lap. He lay with one arm behind his back and stroked you longingly down your bare body, and smoothed his hand down the side of your ass as you put your mouth over his cock. He shifted his hips up into your mouth and sighed angelically.

He had been previously unable to completely penetrate a girl's throat with his full length before, without her choking hard and pulling back. When he planted his cock in your cunt earlier, it felt to him as though you were stretching on it indeed, despite your thorough wetness it still took an effort to fill you completely. There were signs that you hadn't been fucked in awhile, and he was the harbinger of desire, more than appeased to take you over. Your body felt as though it were primed just for him and he valued the appreciation he got from you. You looked up at him as you slid your hand over his balls and began to massage them and he fucked your mouth a bit as you caressed and sucked his irresistible girth. Soft girlish moans escaped you between passes and turned him on even more.

He looked down into the soft shade of your eyes as a strand of damp hair hung over your face. He felt compelled by your concealed beauty and reached over and twisted your hair in his hand. He began to guide your head a bit, letting you do most of the work and sighing each time you slid your tongue across the base of his dick and he penetrated your throat. He wanted to fuck your throat savagely as a contrast to how you'd sweetly submitted, mostly kept silent, whispering his name in longing at night, wanting to be fucked only by him. He wanted to make you pay for being lowly and for effortlessly acquiring his favor by conquering your most sensual parts a million times over.

"Get on your knees." he demanded. You withdrew your head from his manhood for a moment and shakily got on to your knees on the bed, and he immediately shoved your head back down and stuffed his cock back into your warm mouth. "I didn't say to move from there, I just said get up on your knees," he hissed. He reached up to delicately pry your pussy lips apart. It was warm and damp as he felt you, he rubbed at your clit, sending a shiver through you as you returned to pleasuring him. Your pussy seemed to instinctively bloom to his touch and he used his fingertips to tease your clit and rub around the tender damp center of your pussy. You moaned against his warm head at the back of your throat. His throbbing dick prodded him into action and he pushed you over. You were caught off guard, and he quickly grasped your wrists with each of his hands and held them over your head. As he did, bindings appeared there and at your ankles and knees, and he straddled your chest, smiling down at you, to quickly mount your pretty face. You skillfully put the moist suction of your mouth back on him, and he started fucking your face again."Yes," he praised. "Remember, you'll get what I give you, little concubine."

You began to choke when he suddenly pushed his self harder into your throat, tears began welling in your eyes and you looked up into his fiercening gaze. His cock buried into your throat, altogether a most satisfying feeling for him and fearful for you. He pumped into your throat a few times, his cock dragging against your tongue satisfactorily. He kept up his pace, and started quickening once you started groaning under him. He grunted and groaned and shook your head against his fast and hard movements, fingers lacing through your hair. His strokes were slamming your throat and a tear slid hotly down your cheek. You were gagging and mewling through his furious face-fucking and you thought it was getting brutal. This was probably vengeance for the spoiled time with the priestess, you thought. Then he let go of your mess of hair and leaned forward, and slid himself in with longer strokes, feeling the whimper of your vocal chords in his rock-solid prick. He then covered your nose with his hand so that you had to open your mouth wider for air, and also widening your throat to his downward penetrative force.

You squealed and squirmed in your bindings, and gasped for air after each stroke, though his dick mostly plugged the opening of your throat. You tried to kick out but your legs were bound tight, and you could not twist out of bonds that held your hands. Loki's eyes lit up feeling you struggle underneath him and he felt a charged release about to come. He cradled the back of your head with his other hand as the feeling of imminent orgasm started to rise in him and he threw back his head and groaned as a thick ribbon of cum spilled down your throat, followed by another. You winced and gagged hard as his load coated the back of your throat, and you gasped for air when he removed his hand from your face and withdrew his big dick from your mouth.

"Aah..!" You gasped, breathless as his hot load slid down your esophagus and made you cough some more. Loki's cock throbbed as he fell over on the bed beside you and took in a few gulps of air his self. "Consent is highly overrated." He chuckled, and petted your head. No one had ever made you deep throat them before. Your breath slowed to normal pace as you stared at the ceiling, noticeably silent, still bound and perhaps a little traumatized. He looked over at you, the shape of your flushed lips, breasts rising gently with your breath, and he wanted to do something to commemorate this moment with you. He used his magic to conjure a thin, double edged dagger with a gold hilt to hand. Your eyes flashed in the sudden danger of the moment, and you whimpered. "Wait, what-" you started. "Shh.." He whispered, almost grinning. "If you scream, the guards will come and see you just like this." He leaned over and softly kissed your ear, and nibbled your sweet, soft neck, causing you to sigh. "It is my will to leave my mark on you. You're mine now, flame, and I'll do with you as I wish."

You braced yourself, deciding not to protest. He brought up the blade and cut an ornate "L" into your upper hip using 7 slender cuts. You gasped and cringed, but watched stunned as he blazoned it onto your flesh. He had said before that everything between you could be so temporary. It wasn't as bad pain-wise as you expected, the connected cuts piqued with blood which he leaned over and sucked and licked away, and that felt rather pleasant. You watched as he rubbed his thumb and forefingers together and a blue-black shimmery smudge was produced between them. He then gently rubbed the residue into the wound, and simply passed his hand over it and it seemed to become clean and dry over. Your bonds then dematerialized and you pulled your legs up to the side. The pain in your hip started to fade off a little as you examined the pigmented wound.

Loki stood up and circled the bed with the knife in his hand, the bed linens were slightly shifted from where he had been laying beside you. You saw a semi-transparent corner of fabric stick out from under the sheet. You recognized the shade of it so you tugged on the corner and it came free. It was the veil of the priestess. You gasped and looked at Loki, who only just realized what you held. He looked like he might laugh out loud but suppressed his amusement to a chuckle. You felt instantly scornful, and morose. He did have his way with the priestess! Your heart sunk and you placed the veil back on the bed and stared silently at it a few moments. "Was that an audible gasp I heard?" he asked rhetorically, as he lifted the veil and swished it about in his hand, looking cocky.

"Loki.." you quavered sadly. His eyebrow quirked when he heard you say his name. "What happened to 'Your Grace'?" he asked defiantly. You bowed your head and said nothing. He took the veil and folded it once over, then used it to wipe your blood off of the tip of the knife. "Well, coquette," he said cleanly, "You knew I was the God of Mischief before you ever got into my bed, before you first proceeded with this. I just thought it interesting. You knew my nature yet you went with me anyway." "Could anyone have really said no?" you wondered. You personally did have to obey him anyway, serving him and his family meant obeying every command without question. You almost wanted to ask if he'd ever been spurned by anyone before, but even the chaste priestess fell to his charms, so why bother? You sniffled, trying to reel in any emotions playing through in your eyes. "You play coy. Or maybe you're naive. Maybe you can wish yourself out of the situation." he said, matter-of-factually, and you thought it cruel.

He conjured his robe and sashed it. You quickly stood up at that and picked up the satin sheet he had given you, wrapping it around your body. "I guess I've offended you. Its just that I can't stand that you lied from the first." He accused, seeming to look right through you with his cold eyes. "What!?" you shrilled. "And," he continued, with a hard edge to his voice, "I can't stand to be underestimated by you as you stand a hypocrite on top of it." You were staggered by his bold words. "By what division, your Grace have I been a hypocrite and a liar?" you challenged. He carefully wrapped the knife in the veil, and they dissipated like smoke from his hands. "Your palm. You said I was your senior when in fact you have some years on me."

"I am a little older than you, your Grace, but I had meant that you were senior to me in class, rank. My race is mortal, only living 800 years at the most and I just wanted to impart that I would be served by your counsel no matter what age I am." You scowled, unable to withhold emotion from your face.

"Well thats true," he retorted snidely, "But I think you lied about something else, too." He crossed the room and came to the place where you stood. Looking into your eyes, he countered, "You told me that your life's wish was to serve Odin and his family. But I know your true dream was shattered by sabotage years ago. In fact, I know that you never wanted to serve anyone, you're relatively new at it, and you have adapted well.. But, deep inside you resent that you have to clean after others, and live at their heel as you serve them all day long after what you were put through in the past."

His voice was sharp, as though he could tell things about you just by how you were standing. "You're a rootless expatriate, hating the oppressive hierarchy but accepting their favors and tokens. You've no home to return to so you keep on striving towards some semblance of the life you had before, but you'll never find it. The longer you look for it, the blinder you become in the glare of whats been ripped from you." You knew not what to say, had he really divined all this from looking at your palm? How else could he know all about your personal past? Silence filled Loki's chamber, his accusatory glare never wavered.

"Your majesty," you spoke at last, with pain in your voice. "I have found happiness among the maids here, I really have... But, you're right." you sighed softly as the weight of years recalled themselves to memory. "I never imagined my life like this ahead of time. And any life I could have wished to have before is utterly lost to me. Servitude may not truly be my life's wish, but I am very grateful that the Allmother accepts refugees such as myself in her employ. All of the servants are more than joyed to serve here with all their separate origins." You said calmly, hoping to deflect some of his hostility. He shifted his weight to his left leg and crossed his arms. "We're talking about you, though. I sense that you've had this same dynamic before with another lover, loving the source of your own hate... The ones who talk down to you, and the rest of the world, are the only ones who can make you feel utter desire, because it is they that take all the command. You see my face when you close your eyes, each time your head hits the pillow you revive your fantasy, and play each dalliance out in your head. Not that I give a damn, but haven't you taken your hate for the complacent upper class, and placed it on our name as well, making me into your love-hate villain?"

"I- I could not hope to have had a better fortune than to be here, serving your family, serving you..." Your voice weakened. "Good," he said, "I don't appreciate ingrates. I haven't lied to you, and I prefer you didn't lie to me." "But-" you started to reply, not knowing what he meant. Did he think that you were stupid? You had clearly seen the veil earlier and just because he made it disappear didn't mean it did not exist. "Did you leave that veil there for me to find?" you asked, looking at him with a somber pride emboldened in your eyes.

He tilted his head back and he smiled deviously. "I might as well indulge you in the details, not as though I owe you some explanation, but to satisfy your curiosity." You swallowed, unsure that you were ready to hear, but he continued. "My brother and I took the maidens out for a walk by the harbor. Thor was uncouth, flirting with them both unabashedly; I was growing tired of his behavior and eager for a breakaway and a bit of fun. I asked the green-eyed priestess to step away with me, she was reluctant to part from her sister, probably sensing my intention. I placed my hand on her waist and whispered against her ear..." Your stomach turned and the scene played out in your head as he spoke.

"I told her, 'Come tonight and walk side by side with me. Decide now to free yourself, be freer than you ever were. I can liberate you with my touch. I want you for my own.' And when I said that, she turned to me, lips trembling as though she had wanted to hear it. I have no reason to lie to you pet, I wanted her to gasp air and clutch the bedsheets and beg me for cock. But I had to work her up for it, like you did for me." You knew now that he was trying to get a rise out of you, so you stood expressionless.

"We got away, walked around for awhile, she was very quiet and I was thankful for that. I led her through my mother's gardens, grazing against her at every chance to seduce her, but she chided me for doing so. I would not relent because I was too far into the chase. She resisted my advances until I pulled her around the honeysuckle vine and embraced her against me, and she felt my cock press into her. Then she was suddenly eager. I found it highly amusing that her supposed morals were detachable once she felt it... She told me that she had never craved touch before me, and I thought it a genuine sentiment. I brought her here, to my bed, and we touched each other but I couldn't break her chastity in the end. The veil must have gotten lost in my sheets and simply forgotten." You stared at him a moment. "He does think I'm fucking stupid." You thought. Traces of your internal anger shifted over your brow, causing him to react. "If you don't believe me, then like I said before, you could just wish yourself out of this situation."

You didn't believe him, and you felt probed, for all the things he could know about or do to you before you could even do a thing. You felt embarrassed too, that you had believed him before and let him do whatever he wanted. Was he just torturing you because of a certain self-satisfying niche he found in your personality? You wanted to hide, you felt small next to him. Nothing had prepared you for this moment.

Suddenly he stepped back, and the room dropped away around you, you were in the dark. Your eyes strained and flicked around looking for silhouettes in the dark. You felt that you were naked again, standing in complete silence for a moment or two, then you recognized the shape of the room you were in as your maid's chamber. You went to the window and pulled back the curtain halfway, letting a pale light seep into the dark room. You found your way to the bed and nestled in under the cool coverlet. You curled up, as raw memories of your past started to spring up, and you tried desperately to push them down. You hadn't been forced to examine the past in a long time, uneasy to recall things you regretted. Slowly you closed your eyes and you tried to stomach all your shame, but the inevitable tears started to come and you quietly wept until you fell asleep.
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