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loki (smut)

yall-

warnings: NSFW, smut, mature content and language, this is RAUNCHY smut, slight dubious-consent, boot-riding, LOKI IS HELLA HOT, a little aftercare but barely, DID I MENTION SMUT?

buckle up bitches.

You were speed walking down the halls, panting while whispering the directions given to you by the housekeeper under your breath, navigating your path all the while.

"Show your respect, place the tray on the throne, describe his meal and take your leave."

You had heard plenty regarding the royal family- the other servants in your division frequently gossiping and recounting unforgettable moments during their tasks.

This was your first interaction with a family member ever, and who knew that today you would be the fortunate maid to deliver the king his food.

Despite your growing anxiety, you had managed to convince yourself that this assignment was straightforward- that it would be the easiest you'd ever face. Even with each turn down the castle's passageways and each stride closer to your destination, your will to remain confident before him was overweighing your dread. So you buried it.

You gasped as you ran into a pack of guards, too preoccupied to mind your surroundings, and nearly dropping the silver tray of food you had pressed tightly to your chest.

"I'm so sorry," you apologized quickly, resuming your trail down the corridor. They glared at you behind your back, but you were too focused on your task to care.

The kitchen wasn't that far from your set destination- for accessibility and banquet purposes- so your adventure to the throne room didn't take much time.

You rounded the approaching corner and smiled, relieved that you had made it successfully to the throne room without getting too lost.

Slowing down, you took your time soaking in the decor of the huge salle- everything was marvellous. Large, sculpted and engraved columns lined the path towards the throne, unique swirls and designs painting every inch of the surface until they reached the ceiling. The entire space was dimly illuminated, the sole source of light being the raging glow from the fire pits and the setting sun that peeked through the arched windows.

You looked above you grinned, a meticulous and ornate portrait of the Asgardian Royal family was painted onto a section of the ceiling. Thor, Loki, Frigga and the Allfather all stood beside one another as a happy family- well, at least they appeared to be happy.

For a brief moment, you had lost yourself, forgetting who you were or why you were in the throne room. Having never left the pitiful parts of the castle or the assigned barracks, the true beauty of the palace was kept from you- there was no reason for you to see it, you were just a maid.

It was nice to forget you were a nobody, only if it was just for a moment.

You recollected yourself, briefly brushing your sweaty palms on the skirt of your dress and ascending the stairs to where the throne would be. Gripping the edges of the tray, you kept your gaze on your shoes as the sound of your steps bounced off the walls of the room, your heart thumping in sync with each step.

When you reached the top stair, your vision lifted back from your feet. Your eyes grew wide as you paused dead in your tracks, unable to breathe as you stared at who was ahead of you.