The Prince that never laughed (Loki-fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Hours later, the dark Prince stood in front of his father.

"You can't allow him to marry me. He is a dump and unsensible prat and I will not send my days with him," he ranted as it was only him and the Allfather.

"I have to. He is a prince and I have to stand to my word. You smiled as it was his turn and this is the end of this discussion! Except you can prove to me that he was not the one, making you smile or that someone made you smile before him, you are going to marry him. This is my last word!" Odin stated before stumping out of the room.

The black-haired brushed towards the library and passed maids and servants. He did not pay attention who he passed but then an arm caught him and stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Aah, my Prince," a nasty sweet voice cooed.

"Just the person I was looking for," Prince Dökkur hummed in his ear and made Loki's stomach flip. His face was so near that the God's neck that he felt his breath on his skin. The black-haired was dragged into a room the moment after.

"You know, I heard that you could morph into any form that you desired. As soon as we get married, I would wish you to be a maiden, my little Princess," he smirked and his hands scanned over Loki's body. Now the Prince could really only throw up. Before his hands reached the God's waist, he teleported away and into his room.

A yelp erupted and caused Loki to jump. (Y/N) was changing the sheets as he popped up and the sudden appearance straddled her.

"My Prince," the maid said and bowed to him. He waved and dismissed her formal attire. He sat down in one of the armchairs while the (H/C)-haired woman continued her work. For minutes it was silent.

"This bastard! Who does he thing he is?" the man yelled, jumping up again. His maid looked at him confused.

"Who, my Prince?"

"Dökkur! He is an oaf and a fool and a prick and- and-" he was too raged up to find words to express his anger.

"I understand you, but you must calm down, my Prince. Maybe reading or a long bath could help," she suggested smoothing. He paused. She was right and he had to calm down.

"Indeed. Maybe a bath would help my spirit to calm," he stated and stared to shrug off his robes. As he did so, the woman disappeared into the bathroom to prepare everything. In only a pair of tight shorts, the royal entered and let himself sink into the smoothing water. It was just the right temperature and he was amazed how she always got it that way.

"Is everything to your contentment?" she asked from her spot behind him.

"Yes, thank you but I'd like to ask for one thing. Could you make it just a little warmer today? I feel like I could use a warmer bath right now," he suggested, determined to find out how she did it. Hesitantly, she moved from her spot and took a can with water. Her palm glowed red and the metal had a slight glow as well. She walked over to him and poured the water into the bathtub.­ The warmth sprat but the Prince was not pleased. But he let it slide for the moment. He had a hint and would think about it later on.

"What got you so worked up, my Prince?" she asked and poured shampoo into his hair. Her warm and gentle hands ran over his sculp and made him relax into her touch.

"This excuse of a prince of Nefilheim had the guts to tell me to morph into a woman as soon as we got married so that he would not have to deal with the burden to have a man as his partner," he spat bitterly. The woman froze.

"W- what?" she stuttered as she heard what had happened. Her fingers moved on their own but still the shock displayed in her movements.

"You heard right. He even got touchy and that was the moment I teleported away only to pop up here." In the head of the maid, the story played and made her shiver. She would have thought many things regarding the Prince but this was beyond everything.

05.04.2021