The Newest Asgardian Prince [Loki Love Story]

Intern

    Tony Stark sat across from his newest intern, Oliver Grey. Under the desk, Oliver twisted his hands nervously. He had worked for celebrities and S.H.I.E.L.D as a bodyguard, an assistant, and other roles, but he'd never worked for someone as high profile as Tony Stark.
    From Stark's point of view the boy seemed small for a bodyguard, he was slim and everything about him seemed unthreatening. Everything from his curly blonde hair to his kind brown eyes. Yet, Nick Fury trusted him, so Stark did too.
    Stark took a deep breath, "Grey, right?"
    Oliver nodded, causing his hair to bob up and down. "Alright," Stark continued. "I have a very important job for you, Grey."
    Oliver's heart pounded in his chest. An important job? "Fetch me some coffee," Stark requested.
    "That's the job?" Oliver blurted before he could stop himself. "Sorry, that was rude."
    "No," Stark remarked. "Get me the coffee and I'll tell you your assignment."
   Oliver quickly grabbed Stark's coffee and placed it on his desk. "There you are, sir."
   "Thank you," Stark replied. "Anyway, your assignment is highly vital."
   Oliver leaned in with anticipation. Stark continued, "You'll be guarding Loki."
    "The Loki who tried to conquer New York?" Oliver asked nervously.
    "That's right."
    "Wow..."
    "You will be escorted to your position by my other intern, Sky," Tony explained, gesturing to a woman waiting outside the door. "You can leave now, Grey."
    Oliver got to his feet and followed Sky down several floors until the pair reached the cell where Loki was being held.
    The Asgardian could move freely around his cell which was quite large,and lavish. There was a large bed with fine Asgardian silk draped over it neatly. Then, he had his own not so private bathing chambers decorated with a jacuzzi.
    Sky explained, that he was the only person on this floor other than the prisoner in order to ensure a safer experience. He may enter the cell if you wish and you will need to to provide him meals. In addition, weapons are kept in his new desk.
    Then she turned on her heels and exited the floor.
    The prisoner himself was in casual asgardian robes, still comparatively lavish to the clothes worn on Earth. "Greetings, warden," Loki greeted Oliver, leaning on the edge of his cell. "You should know, none of the others stayed long."
    "Why is that?"
    Loki chuckled, "I drove them away."