Later in the day, we sneak back through the palace using secret passageways that only the King himself seems to have knowledge of before we arrive back at his chambers unseen.
Loki: "It is almost time for the potion to begin leaving your body".
Me: "Thank you, Loki".
Loki: "It was my pleasure, Valanya".
Me: "I should change back into my uniform".
Loki: "Go ahead" he smirks while he looks down at me.
Me: "I suppose I shall once again be denied my privacy?"
Loki: "You suppose correctly, Valanya".
He lies on the bed relaxing as I undress myself and he seems to take a great interest when I remove the provocative undergarments he had chosen for me earlier that day.
Loki: "Come here" he requests suddenly.
I do not know what to do as I am still in a state of undress, but I go to him regardless of my naked state. He rises from his bed and places his finger under my chin to guide my gaze to his.
Loki: "You must tell no one of what we did today, do you understand? No doubt people in the palace will be curious, but if anyone asks then you must tell them the King has sworn you to secrecy about the identity of his female companion".
Me: "I will tell no one, I swear it".
Loki: "Good" he smiles.
I am hit with a sudden sharp, cold pain in my chest as I fall to the ground in agony, the King lifts me up and lays me down on his bed as the pain only increases.
Loki: "Try not to fight the pain and remember to breathe".
While my skin gradually returns to its Jotun form, it causes a cold, burning sensation all over which becomes unbearable as I writhe around in agony.
The King gives me his hand and allows me to squeeze it as my markings begin to raise on my skin, feeling as though blades were cutting their way to the surface from the inside.
Me: "Please, make it stop!" I cry out in agony as I feel the pain in my chest once more.
Loki: "Just breathe, Anya!"
The pain finally begins to subside once my body has finally returned to it's original state. The King kindly wraps a blanket around me to cover my modesty and put me more at ease.
Loki: "Are you alright, Anya?"
I feel so weak, yet I do not wish to worry him.
Me: "Just tired my King, but I am certain I will be fine in a moment".
Loki: "You should perhaps get some rest. The hour is late so I will have the guards escort you back to your chambers".
In spite of how I'm currently feeling, I quickly dress back into my uniform in the bathroom, not wishing for him to see me bare in this form.
I do not understand the reason why, but I was much more comfortable in front of him when I did not look like myself.
Me: "Goodnight, my King".
Loki: "Goodnight, Anya".
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Servant of Jotunheim
FanfictionAs a half breed Jotun runt, Anya has always been an outcast and treated as if she were beneath everyone else simply for being born. Unwanted in her own realm, she is gifted to the King of Asgard by her own father Lord Surt and put to work as a palac...
