[CONTAINS SMUT] ❗️18+❗️
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Y/n was no more than a maid. Not for a wealthy family but rather The Royal Family. her status was low, she was only ever in the kitchens or avoiding the royals to clean the palace at whatever ungodly hour she was needed.
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Two knocks and you were awake. The day had begun and you had no other choice but to comply.
Last night was a full moon and you had snuck through the garden to take a good look. Not to mention it was a blood moon!
Your fingers curled on the button and took a snapshot of the glowing orb, the small picture Midgardian's called a Polaroid buzzed out to reveal a not so details picture but one nonetheless.
The door of your chambers was opened up, you venturing out to start your first duty of the day; cooking.
You had just been working here for less than a year and it was stricter than what you imagined.
Though there were some moments you were able to get away with messing around. Apparently the other maids found no interest in your muses.
From the great works of Asgardian novelists to philosophers from the mountains of Alfheim.
What really put them off was you knick-knacks from Midgard. Your Polaroid, Walkman and array of literature all given by the travelling merchant who often stopped by on Asgard in the markets.
"Y/n, get the fruit ready,"
"Yes, Missus Diana,"
Missus Diana, head maid in the palace. She had her work cut out for her dealing with all the servants from young maids to rowdy stable boys. She was strict but quite motherly, caring for the best of everyone.
The knife sliced away at the fresh food which was picked right from the royal gardens. Taking an apple slice you sneak it in your mouth.
"I saw that, Y/n," Diana warns.
"Sorry!" You chuckle. You were quick with your tongue and it seemed Missus Diana took a fondness to it.
As the girls with higher status in the kitchen took away the platters to the dining hall, you jumped on the counter next to the head chef, Bjorn.
"Morning, Y/n," he rolled out the pastry dough for lunch. "What are you here to coax out of me today?"
"Breakfast~"
The old man chuckles and takes out left over pastries from yesterday. "Need I warm them?"
"Don't bother, this'll be fine," you curtsy for the chef and head out to the main eating area for the servants. It seemed everyone was at the market considering the low stock of groceries and the fact the queen had asked for the abandoned wing to be cleaned.
Thank the gods Diana didn't task you with that, you usually cleaned the kitchen up or the library. Of course you weren't allowed to take anything from the royal library but you often snuck a look at the scrolls.
After taking it from your room along with a book, you place your Walkman headphones on and played the cassette. The book opened to the last page you were on, the words scanning on endlessly.
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Loki had grown tired, bored, weary of what today's breakfast entailed and he never enjoyed seeing his brother scarf down boar bacon. His feet tapped against the sandstone hallway as servants leaving the kitchen bowed their heads in respect.
The prince pushed open the door to lay eyes on a maid reading along with a weird device on her head.
Your eyes move slowly to the door to meet his gaze. You stood up quickly, shutting the book and removing the device from your ears. "Your highness," you stutters out, it almost amused Loki. "Excuse me for my behavior, I was not expecting your presence,"
"That's quite fine," he moved along, peering around. "Is the chef here?"
"Yes, my prince, he is in the main kitchen, you see this is the servant's kitchen,"
"Oh, my apologies, I didn't mean to intrude,"
"There is no need to apologise," eyes kept on the ground, you see his shadow creep up.
"What is that you're reading?" he looks down to the hard cover book.
"Midgardian literature, Shakespeare," you mumble.
"And I hope you didn't loot this from the royal library?" he muses, picking up the book and peering at the title along the spine; King Lear.
"No, of course not, your highness,"
"I jest, I wouldn't let those books ware away like this," he picks at the feathering cover. "Where do you acquire such books?"
"A merchant, traveling the realms,"
"Well, I must consult, these are difficult to come across, I don't believe I've read this one,"
"It's a wonderful one, I've read it twice now... If you would like, you may have it,"
"I couldn't possibly," he laughs, a charming one that made your knees quiver.
"I insist," you give a small smile to him yet eyes never meeting.
"I have a solution, how about I borrow this and when I'm done I return it?" he hums.
"I think that would solve it," you give out a breathless laugh.
"Well, I thank you...?"
"Y/n, my prince,"
"Well, Y/n, I hope we meet again, and next time your eyes aren't glued to the floor," he take your hand and kisses it softly, eyes finally meeting yours.
"I hope so too..." you breathe out as he glides to the main kitchen.
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First non-earth based Loki fic!
Also imma post some royal core aesthetic pics because I keep using the same Loki pics
