Hating Loving you

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You entered in your room, still confused. It was the first time you had "homework"... And honestly it was weird. Maybe the King gave that to you just to mess with you...
You shrugged off that thought, closing the door behind you. You groaned as you saw Adrian, still slepping peacefully. You took a step closer, and threw the book at him. He jolted awake with a yelp, looking everywhere in fear.

-Adrian!!

You put your hands on your hips, frowning. He turned his head to you and rubbed his sleepy eyes with one hand, the other where the book hit.

A: good morning to you too.

You rolled your eyes and walked to him, picking up the book again. He groaned as he sat up, stretching a bit.

-I can't believe you're late again.

You laid the book on your nightsand, sitting down your bed. You turned to face your friend, and sat crossed-legs. Adrian ruffled his hair and got up, before walking to his closet. He took his uniform anf turned to you.

A: what's that?

He jerked his chin towards the book, taking off his pjs. You both were used to see the other in underwear, it wasn't a problem.
He started to button his shirt, as you answered.

-A book, idiot.

You chuckled a bit, placing the book on your lap.

A: no shit, Sherlock. Where did you get it? You know you have no right about taking things of the King's personal stuf-

-I know. Actually, he gave it to me. He said I should read  it, and do a summary.

Adrian frowned and chuckled, tying his apron.

A: I hope he's aware you're not in school anymore.

You shrugged, kinda happy to have something that belonged to Loki. He kissed your forehead and rushed outisde, knowing well Marya will end him. 
You observated the book for quite a long time, just dreaming about the King. Again. The fact that he touched those pages, read that book, got interested by the lines... It was enough to make you want to read it. Knowing you had nothing to do for at least two hours, you made yourself comfortable on your bed and started to read.

Your cheeks heated after a few chapters, and you understood why he made you read that book. It's a sipcy one. Very, very spicy. However you kept reading until you had no more time, and put the book aside. You marked your page and got up, walking to the kitchen. You quickly chatted with some maid you met on your way, chuckling as you heard that Adrian didn't escape Marya. You excused yourself when you saw what time it was, and started to cook when you finally reached the kitchen.

Loki, on the other hand, was admiring his kingdom from his balcony. A great success it was for him.
Thor passed away decades ago, while helping the Avengers to defeat Thanos. Both Frigga and Odin being dead as well, the burden of the throne fell on his shoulders. A lot of Asgardians thinked that it is because of this loss that he became this cruel. But the new generation didn't know Thor or Odin during their alive time- and it was easiest for them to hate on Loki. But the King didn't care, or didn't seem to do so. He had learnt to deal with the people's opinions since a long time. And after all, playing the bad guy is less hard than to try to change one's mind. So Loki was just the way  his poeple expected him to be.

His deep thinking was cut by a shadow ruinning in the woods. He squinted his eyes to see better; the figure rushing at the woods's border. Being careful, he immediately called some of his men to go see, and catch that person. Something in his gut was telling him that this person shouln't be here. 

A few dozens of minutes later, a rythmic foot tapping could be heard in the throne room. Loki was sat on his throne, his fingers under his chin and his foot tapping against the golden floor. He was looking down at his prisoner, who was trying -but failing- to go away. Just by a lift of his finger a guard pulled away the scarf that was hidding the person's face, revealing a beautiful woman.
 Asgardian, it seemed, with dark blond hair that fell just under her chin. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean- as scary, too. She was looking at the king like she wanted to gut him. She once again squirmed in her chains, letting out a groan of frutration.

L: what brough you here, my dear?

The king asked in a mockingly fake tone, a playful smirk on his lips. His capture was... interesting. Barely anyone dared to look at him in the eyes. 

+: you will pay for this! All of this, you heartless monster! I will not give up, not until I spit on your grave.

The unknon woman said throught gritted teeth, earning a deep and low laugh from Loki.

L: Isn't it fascinating how many people tried to kill me, without being successful?

Loki chuckled darkly again, his right hand holding tightly his scepter. 

You just finished to settle the table for the King's lunch as you heard some voices, but especially Loki's laugh. Intrigued, you discreetly walked to the throne room and hid behind a corner. Your hiding place was quickly discovered, as you met Loki's gaze. You immediately blushed, ashamed of yourself. He frowned as he saw the girl's gesture changing as well, her eyes on you too. He jerked his chin towards you.

L: Come closer, blondie.

He seemed to frown even more at his own words. Indeed, he usually didn't give nicknames to anyone. Or at least not in this way. No matter, he was the king after all. He did whatever he wanted.

You walked to the throne, bowing to him once you reached it. You rised when Loki said so and remembered his command, so looked at him in the eyes. You locked your hands in front of you, your back facing the woman.

-Your lunch is ready, my king.

He nodded, but seemed to not care about what you just said. He made himself more comfortable and pointed to the woman behind you.

L: give her a look. Do you know her?

Loki raised his eyebrows, his guts speaking to him again. The way she completely changed of behavior when you entered.. It was weird.
You slowly turned around, not really understanding why he asked so. You were just maid, you didn't know anyone except... You froze, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs. Please... Anyone but her! You didn't want to have to deal with her... Not after what she did. No, your sister was dead to you.