Servant of Jotunheim

Rage

I catch my breath and compose myself before returning to the library. The King appears quite surprised by my swift return and seems somewhat confused.

Loki: "You came back?"

Me: "Yes, my King. It is my duty to stay by your side for the whole day and I fully intend on doing so".

Loki: "Perhaps I should change before attending dinner with my mother".

Me: "Of course".

We walk back to his chambers and upon entering I begin undressing him, but his eyes remain fixed on me as he scans my face for even the slightest hint of emotion. I give him none.

Loki: "You hate me, do you not?"

Me: "I feel nothing of the sort".

Loki: "You may not have the eyes of a frost giant, but you have that Jotun rage behind them all the same".

Me: "I believe you are mistaken".

Loki: "Are you not overcome with grief over the loss of your former King?"

Me: "You are my King now".

Loki: "Your new one murdered your previous one in cold blood. Any sensible ruler would question where your loyalties truly lie".

Me: "So question it, my King. It is your right".

He continues to look at me with a devilish smirk as he stands before me, now completely bare while I choose his next outfit to redress him.

Loki: "How odd?"

Me: "My King?"

Loki: "Most servants take at least the smallest glance at their King while dressing him, but not you?"

Me: "I am not most servants" I reply sternly.

Loki: "I have noticed".

Me: "However, you seem to take great pleasure in making me uncomfortable".

Loki: "You presume to know what brings me pleasure?"

Me: "Just an observation, my King".

Loki: "Do my 'nightly visitors' sound as though I am making them uncomfortable?"

Me: "I would not know".

Loki: "Perhaps you should arrive early tomorrow morning and take a peek through the door. Tell me Anya, do frost giants blush?"

Without thinking, I look him in the eyes once more and raise my hand, slapping the King across the face as hard as I possibly can.

I refuse to kneel down and apologise. I simply stand there expecting him to strike me in return or call in the guards to take me away.

He does nothing of the sort, but grab my arms, holding them down by my sides in an effort to restrain me with his body now pressed against mine.

Loki: "There it is, that Jotun rage".

His expression is hard to read at this point. It is half way between angry and amused, but I cannot tell which.

Loki: "Did it feel good to strike your King?"

Me: "Did it feel good to be struck by a mere servant?"

Loki: "As a matter of fact, it seems to have woken me up a little and for your information I enjoyed it very much. Now answer your King!"

Me: "I enjoyed it very much, my King" I smirk sarcastically, not fearing the consequences.

Loki: "I could have you beheaded for this, you do know that?"

Me: "You would perhaps be granting me a kindness in doing so".

Loki: "I am not so kind. Trust me Anya, your punishment will come far sooner than you expect".

Anya: "I eagerly await it, my King".