Mischief's Handmaid--Loki x My OC Character

Chapter 1: The City Of Thieves

The frigid wind blasted my face, I pulled my jacket closer to me. My wavy blonde hair getting caught in the zipper. "Ugh." My chapped lips were irritating me to no end, and the coffee in my hand was disgustingly bitter. I could usually romanticize circumstances like this in my head, no such luck today.

Manhattan is usually beautiful this time of year or so the travel website said. I noticed people walking and running down the busy streets, cars honking, the smell of smoke and gas in the air. I yanked my purse back up on my shoulder and stared at my phone to find the address of the penthouse. The faintly familiar smell of bergamot oranges blew past.

I had been looking for a job to save up for college tuition and this one had fit the bill. The penthouse owner had been looking for a cleaner and maid for the penthouse, I immediately had said I was interested in the position. I had been in a cleaning business with my mom since I was 14 and enjoyed cleaning and organizing and making things more beautiful than they were before. What was strange though, I had called but no one answered so I left the message that I was interested and planned to come the following week and that on the job website it said just show up to the door so I had to be in a hurry before anyone else was interested.

I lived in a small city in Maine called Camden. The leaves and the air were always autumn all season long it seemed. I wanted to leave, I love my hometown I just need to see the world and find my place in it. I was right next to harbor and town was incredibly small but the buildings were historically beautiful everyday.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a yellow taxi which had practically jumped the curb and almost ran over me. "Holy sh-" my short heels stuck in the concrete and I almost fell over.

"Sorry sweetness! Driving this is a bit new to me." Said a joking Australian accent behind the wheel.

"Please be more careful." I said with gritted teeth and a snarl.

"Well do you need a ride?" He said back.

I contemplated telling him to buzz off, but I did need a ride to the penthouse anyway.

"Sure...Thanks."

He had bluish graying hair and was quite tall and built strong he had tan skin and dark eyes. He seemed over excessively relaxed and didn't mind that he had almost killed me and half the people on the sidewalk. I slammed the door shut and he peeled out before I even had time to put my belt on.

"Ok which street shall I take you on Miss?"

My purse had flung halfway across the cab seat so I reached for it as he slammed on the brakes.

"Oh.. I need-Oof!"

He laughed a hearty laugh and looked back at me. I had sat up in part terror and excitement at the roller-coaster type way he drove and smiled a bit.

"I'm looking for the Lenox Hill area in the Upper East Side."

"Oh of course, I know that area... what brings you here anyhow?"

"A job to help pay for college."

He replied with nothing and then a kind grin.

"I like your Australian accent."

His brows furrowed and his smile dropped.

"I'm no Australian! I'm a Kiwi!"

My jaw dropped a bit at that. Kiwi? What the hell is a Kiwi besides the fruit?

He laughed at my silent panic of confusion. My face felt hot and sweaty.

"It's quite alright sweetness, by Kiwi I mean a New Zealander. My name is Korlan Japiti."

"Ah... Sorry, It's a cool accent though. My name is Diana Reed."

"Thank you! Your a very kind girl Diana, your boss should be proud to hire you, a penthouse job you said?"

"Uh... Yes, in the Upper East Side."

He nodded and continued on, I checked my phone to bide some time and glaze over my texts while he drove.

We had arrived on a richly extremely beautiful street. The apartments and penthouses were well kept and pleasing to the eye. He parked, swerving the car quite a bit as he did. I paid the fare and tipped him, his eyes glowed when he saw the cash.

"Diana you don't have to tip me that much."

"Well, you were very kind to me so you deserve it."

He looked very emotional as he looked at the cash, I smiled in true happiness.

" I would like to get one of those meat logs you Americans have called uh..."

I grinned and chuckled, "You mean a hot dog?"

He nodded like a child on Christmas Day, "Yes, exactly one of those."

I thanked him again and waved. He called out the window,

" I hope I see you again quite soon!"

"Me too!" I shouted back. I meant it,he was the nicest person I had met in this city.

As the cab faded into sight, I checked my phone for the address of the penthouse. I followed the numbers of the buildings with my eyes and came across a perfect match.

A quite tall, stunning, vintage looking building stood in my view. It was styled to be marbled and had black railing. The landscaping was impeccable with trimmed grass and generous steps. My eyes widened, this had to be some celebrity or millionaire's home. No average American could purchase something this expensive.

Golden door handles were carved into, maybe sheep or ram horns? They were huge and sharp and jutted out like knives almost too sharp to touch. I lightly traced my fingers on it feeling the cool metal and then knocked. I felt dumb maybe I should just open the doors instead? I grabbed firmly to the handle and pulled almost yanking my arm out.

Inside was... how do I word this? Extravagant. Paintings and weaponry and gilded gold tile with emerald green silk curtains sweeping so high up. It smelled of dark spices and wine as I breathed in the cold air. My eye caught a gleaming gold scepter in a glass case near the elaborately decorated staircase as I walked towards it.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen before with a blue gem at the to-

"I dearly hope you don't plan on stealing that."

*ahhhhh its my first chapter I hope you all like it! EHEHHEHEH I would love to hear feedback and other jazz!*