Temptress (loki x reader oneshot)

• temptress •

"Of course, my king" you mumbled the words that registered as nothing more than static in your brain, a robotic echo that rolled off of your tongue with perfect ease. A response that was programmed into your frontal lobe.

Another cup of wine for King Odin, the gold glass shimmering against the light that poured into the dining hall. He thanked you, the same rehearsed response just as your own, there was nothing genuine about it.

With a nod of his head you scurried back to the sidelines of the hall, wishing with all of your might that you would disappear into the walls.

Living your life as a servant of Asgardian royalty was not on your to-do list, you had hoped for better. Though you didn't have much choice in the matter, and grasped at the belief that one day you would be given your due and blessed to be on your way. You could not leave on your own free will, the King had to grant you that privilege.

A raise of a glass from the youngest prince, Loki, dragged your train of thought out of the daydream of a life beyond the confinements of the palace walls. You met eyes, faltering for a moment, tightening your grip around the tumbler of wine. It was only when he slightly tipped the glass to the side and raised a raven brow that you were flung to reality.

He did not once break your eye, his stare crystallising every cell in your body. Tiptoeing over to him mimicked walking across a minefield, or as if at any moment the ground were to open and you would be plunged into a pit of snakes.

You swallowed, completely unnerved when his head arched up when you were beside him, he could sense the terror, nervous sweat seeping from your pores.

"You're scaring the poor girl. Take no notice of him," Thor cut in, as he usually would. He fought your corner when Loki made you nervous, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that putting you on edge ignited every delight within him. And it seemed to only be you.

"Of course, my prince" you replied to Thor but you didn't release the stare of his brother. This time though, the practised response cracked under the fragility of your tone, barely keeping yourself together. Rising to the bait. You did every time. That's what he liked about you; no matter how desperate you were to flee you still succumbed to every command.

"Be a good girl and hand me a grape, won't you?" Loki said as you filled his cup, forceful yet so gentle, but you knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. You noticed Thor tense and all eyes were on you, nobody was going to rescue you.

The same response again, paired with a pained gracious smile. It was your life to serve them, and you were reminded daily that it was nothing but your pleasure to do so. His smirk made you sick, along with his piercing emerald green eyes scanning your frame as you bent over across the table. Despite the sheer disdain, an icy pinch of excitement stirred in your core.

Plucking a singular piece of fruit from the vine, you delayed when he opened his mouth instead of his hand. The same questioning raise of a brow greeted you when you halted, appalled by the cheek - no - the utter impertinence.

Still the hall remained silent, and you were sure that the three men could hear your thudding heartbeat, cheeks almost the same shade as the ruby red apples that sat in the fruit bowl at the centre of the table.

You swallowed, throat a barren desert, and with an unsteady hand you held the grape to his open mouth. Loki leaned into your touch and welcomed it graciously, still looking nowhere but at you, into you. His lips twisted into a sickening grin, strips of pearly white teeth on full display.

He looked you up and down again, a wild animal examining its next kill, before moving his watchful eye over to his brother whose jaw was clenched unbearably tight.