Loki through the multiverse

Fuck proper.

Summary: You're a palace maid, used to seeing Prince Loki of Asgard absolutely desperate for release at formal events. But this time, you're working in his chambers and you're the one who's contending with a full bladder. As you're finishing your tasks, he walks in and notices your predicament. Will he go easy on you and let you go, or is this payback for ogling him when he's in need? (yep, you're desperate to pee in front of Loki. That's the plot)

Warning / Contains: Dark!Loki, Soft!Loki, Dom!Loki, some dub-con moments, power play, omorashi, bathroom control, bladder control, pee stuff, strong language, sexual themes (obviously).

Author's Note: Its fluffy consensual situation. It IS kinky as fuck though, so... enjoy!

*FYI: Runa means secret in norse

You placed the jug of water on the end table, along with a bottle of his favourite imported fortified wine. You added a long slim glass bottle of Elixir, an Asgardian chilled tea sweetened with honey, that the prince enjoyed on his return from training. As well as ensuring everything was just right for him, you were keen to work quickly, complete your tasks on this side of the palace and make your way back to your quarters. As you finished your tasks, you could have sworn you heard footsteps outside, but shrugged it off, given your assumption of a guard pacing back and forth seemed the most likely scenario. He wasn't due back yet. You straightened up the goblet and bottles just so, and smoothed down your robes as you turned to leave.

You froze as the door swung open. It was him.

Not now. God, please, not now.

His expression remained composed, though a crinkle in his brow and the widening of his eyes told you he hadn't expected to find you here. You were sure you noticed the slight tug of his lips as he realised it was you.

"My dear." He removed his black leather riding gloves and placed them on the entry table next to him. He had returned from training, and his cheeks were flushed from the exertion. "I trust you are well?"

You nodded and curtseyed lightly. "Yes, Your Highness. Very well." You knew better than to ask the crown Prince a question without an invitation, so you smiled politely, bowed your head and walked past him. Your hand rested on the large antique gold door knob when you heard him speak.

"I did not give you permission to leave." His voice was clipped. Irritated, almost. A tone he seldom used with you.

You turned. "My apologies, Your Highness. How may I be of service?"

I don't know. I'm sure I will think of something.

He cleared his throat. "The books. They need placing back on the shelf."

With a nod and a lift of your robes, you scurried to his window seat, collected the five books in your hands and began placing them in their respective homes. As you worked, you felt a presence behind you, and heard his voice richly dripping past your earlobes, though he stood at least six feet away.

"In the correct places."

You turned and addressed him. "Yes. Of course, Your Highness."

Once you had placed the books in their slots, you turned back to him.

"Pour me a goblet of wine, would you."

With a nod, you made your way to the end table, opened the wine and poured the red liquid into the goblet. The sound made you wince. He noticed your slip in composure immediately.

You passed the drink to him. He swirled the liquid in the goblet and toyed with an idea. Oh to Helheim with it. He nodded to the table beside the window. "Sit with me a moment."