Servant to the King. 16+

Service

You sigh, making your way up seemingly endless endless flights of stairs.
The sun, now at full mornings swing, radiates colorful light from the stain windows onto the floor.
It reminds you of the Biofrost.

After charting that maze, you find yourself standing in front of a bolted wooden door.
Lined with iron and steel, it's golden handle beckoned you to venture behind its door.
You steadily unlock it and enter the room without hesitation.
Inside, you find a mess of scattered papers and books of all kinds.
The room smelled of burnt out candle wax accompanied by the red wine stained on several surfaces.
You had spoken previously to a maid of whom you had asked directions to Loki's room.
She nearly dropped her broom at the mention..

Apparently, the young prince was not one for organization as he might seem.
Anyone who had previously attempted to manage his mess was either scolded or threatened to the point of unemployment.
You figured this would be an issue considering your sight compulsion issue.
Especially by the shape at the room...
For some reason, you often found yourself to fix or clean things that weren't your own.
Maybe it was because of your upbringing?
Practically raising Sol your whole life was exactly rewarding at times.

You to this day recall how she referred to her room as 'controlled chaos'.
It was a mess, of course, but she knew where everything was inside that mess.
Perhaps the prince functions on a similar basis, you thought.
Even so, a bit of tidiness never hurt anyone!
Once the door shuts behind you, you are left to your own devices.

You started with the bed, addressing it as though it were a babe begging to be swaddled.
Next, the candles required replacements and the area under the last ones cleaned of wax.
The ink refilled; the window cleared of dust. 
In know time at all, the entire bedroom was..well, not clean, but manageable.
The next space was the bathing quarters.
Inside, the smell of wine was far more potent as you found bottles upon bottles scattered about the floor.
Red stains offered a piercing contrast to the pearly tile floor.
Here, you thought, he needed some candles.

Uncertain as what to do with the empty glass bottles of wine and champagne, you put them away in a cupboard.
Perhaps you could utilize them for something.
Although, you may have underestimated how many bottles there were.
Before you even got majority of the bottles off the ground, the cupboard was filled to the brim.
Admittedly, most of your time in the bathroom was spent stashing these little treasures.
The wine stains were, surprisingly, fairly easy to remove.
Call it sibling intuition that you knew how to get rid of stains on the floor.

From there, every other action was taken to sanitize the area.
You have no idea how long you spent scrubbing, but, when you were done, it was rather hard to move.
Between your job at night and this knee job of day, places were aching you didn't even know it could ache!
The door to the bathing room squeaks open as you push it, revealing yourself to the rest of the quarters once more.
Surprisingly, you locked eyes with the prince..who was standing in the center of the room.
In retrospect, that shouldn't have come to you as a surprise.
You were in his quarters after all.

"Ah, hello your highness!
Did you enjoy your meal?" You ask, closing the door behind you.

He nods to you before returning to looking about the room.
His eyes gaze over every surface, every crevice, and every slight hint of movement among his space.
He noticed everything you had done almost immediately, but..you think he was thankful you didn't intrude on his studies.
Or at least you hope that was a thankful glint in his eyes...

"Thank you, I suppose.
I didn't ask you to tidy my living quarters."

"Well, consider it a consideration on your behalf."

He smiled slightly at your words, approaching you in the process.
Your heart skipped a beat when he stopped.
Towering over you..with those eyes.
You felt a lump leap down your throat in response.

"You intrigue me, 'servant'.
Tell me...do you often make a habit of intruding on your employer's space?
Just out of curiosity, of course."

"Maybe," you answer, knowing full well that he's toying with you.

"If I have, you'll never know."

"Heh, I suppose that's true!" He exclaims, eyeing you.

You watch his eyes look you over from top to bottom and back again.
You, at the time, couldn't possibly understand what was so intriguing to him.
You wore the same clothes everyday.
Your role as a God wasn't exactly a mystery.
You were just you..right?

"Do you always shield your face?" He asks, calmly gesturing to your cloak's hood.

"Oh!
Uhm, well..yes.
Sol and I often get looks of sorts from our peers without them.
We really didn't need another reason to be ostracized."

He stepped a bit closer now.
The blooming curiosity ever growing.
His eyes were alluring to you and you didn't know why.
They were blue, sure, but Thor's eyes were as well.
You never even noticed anything about them other than their color, so why..why was...

"May I see?" He asks.

His voice companied by the eyes that haunt you still practically mesmerized you.
Your reaction was initially to obey and remove your hood..

Then the memories returned.
The recollection of hurtful voices and painful shrieks came alive in your head.
Sheer unbridled hate...!
You imagined the young prince's reaction and quickly snapped out of his trance.
He seemed shaken by your sudden action of returning your hands to your side.

"I can't do that..not again."

The worry in your voice, although peeking his curiosity, causes him to back off on the subject.
To your surprise, he changes it.

You soon found yourself wondering if he was really as bad as everyone made him a out to be.