Hating Loving you

~ 4 ~

-No, my king.

You said in a cold and firm tone. The way you would talk about a complete stranger. Because yes, she was. 
Since your father's death, seven years ago, she became someone else. An angry shadow of herself, always complaining and being mean. She was once like the sun, smiling and bringing joy. But after this enormous loss, she turned into the dark side of the moon. Even though she was the oldest, she let you -you, and your sick mother- manage by yourselves. Or more yourself. Indeed, your mother never overcame her soulmate's death. She let herself fall into depression and alcoholism, nothing helping him at all. Money quickly ran out, as your sister tried to buy her happiness with clothes and jewelry. You had to find a way so your family wasn't starving... So you did everything that one could think about. Everything, and she did absolutely nothing. So what was the point in trying to save her? In risking the healthiest job you had ever found, for a woman who had never lifted a finger for you?

You knew you shouldn't lie to the king, but you couldn't do otherwise. Loki raised his eyebrows, not believing you at all. Daring to lie to him... what a dangerous game. It was pretty obvious from her reaction that you knew each other pretty well. Nonetheless, he nodded and waved his hand. 

L: back to work.

He gave you a cold stare and motioned for the guards to take that woman away.  They took each of her arms, and she once again squirmed. You left after his words, trying to keep yourself together. It has been months since you last saw her... for the better. 

L: lock her up. We'll need her later.

He chuckled darkly and got up, turning his back on the woman. He was already on his way to the dinning room, as she spoke again.

+: Urgh, you will need me to take away your pointeless life from you!

She kept shouting cursing words and threats as she was dragged away, until her voice was only a whisper between the hallways. The different maids and guards went back to their work, this kind of scenes being more frequent by the time. The king smiled pleased as he saw the already prepared table, as expected. He sat down and ate in silence, alone, as you were cleaning the kitchen.
You were leaning against a counter, shaking your head to not cry. It woudn't fix anything anyway. It never did. So you took a towel and frenetically started to clean everything, from the ground to the ceiling to keep your brain busy. Another habit took from the few years of poverty you lived. Cleaning, keeping your house perfect from the outside, to not let anyone know how broken it was inside. 

After finishing his lunch, Loki walked to the darkest part of the castle, where his mother Frigga was killed. After this, no one has ever been allowed to come there, even for cleaning. The room was dusty and dark, the curtains always closed. As creepy as it might sounded, the God wanted that this place stayed exactly the same way than that atrocious day. His way to cope. 

Just when you finished to clean the kitchen, Marya came in. She smiled brightly at you, holding tightly in her arms what seemed like a beautiful green dress. You turned to her, putting the towel on your shoulder.

-How can I help you?

M: y/n my child, here, take this and go to the king. You might want to take the stairs to the left. The forbidden room.

She smiled sweetly, before giving you the dress and walking away. You chuckled in surprise, not expecting this. You quickly walked back to your room, relieved to not see Adrian napping again. This boy could be a real pain in the ass... You put on the dress, and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn't help but grin, your reflection sending you an image you never saw before. You barely got the chance to dress pretty. After changing you walked out of your room, slightly embarassed to wear something this fancy when no one else were. You tried to avoid the feeling that everyone was watching you, and walked upstairs to the left. Once you arrived you took a deep breath, the vibe of this room and more generally floor scaring you a bit. Death wasn't really your thing. But you had no other choices than to obey your king's command, so you entered. 

Immediately, cold air made the hair on your arms raising, even though no window was opened. You closed the door behind you, as taught when you enter a room. It was so weird how everything felt so... out of time. You looked at Loki, who was sat on the verge of the king-sized bed. 

-How can I help you, my king?

You tried your best to not squirm in the dressed, only being used to your maid outfit and pyjamas. So instead you locked your hands in front of you, your spine straightened and your chin lifted.

L: it's not nice to lie to me... and you know that. 

He slowly got up, his face dark but his tone dangerously calm. He slowly walked to you, making walk backwards at the same place. 

L: Then why did you?

He raised his eyebrows, and you swallowed hard. Shame appeared all over your face and you started to play with your hands. Gods, he knew how to be terrifying. But terrifyingly hot-

-because you would have asked to know more, when all I do is trying to forget.

He rolled his eyes, stopping at a few inches from you.

L: questions keep coming, wether you lie or not. Here is another one: Why are you trying to forget? What are you trying to forget?

He said as he slowly circled you, looking at you up and down like you were a sort of a prey for its tiger to devour. You only found yourself straightening even more, almost arching your back.

-It is nothing important, my king. I do think that you have better things to do than to learn about my private life.

You brought your head up, only to find Loki behind your back. You felt his hot breath on your exposed shoulders, making you shiver visibly. You could have sworn he smirked behind you, but you couldn't see.

-May I go back to work, please? I must clean the throne room before sunset, if I want to have time to read your book.

L: you lied to me. You can't escape that.

He whispered next to your ear, before teleporting himself to the door.

L: go.

He opened it widely for you, jerking his head towards the emtpy hallway. His gaze was cold, and unforgiven. He didn't forgive the ones who lied to him so easily. You nodded to the king as you walked past him, before disappearing behind a corner.