𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Prince Beren

As soon as you walked inside the kitchen, the large crowd of staff stopped abruptly, staring at you hand in hand with Loki.

"The Princess is hungry!" he announced, causing you to immediately turn a shade of pink.

"Okay Ladies, we can resume this later, all but myself and Anya will stay" the head maid instructs, clapping her hands together to swiftly direct all other staff out of the room.

You watched as the mass dispersed, leaving an almost empty kitchen.

"Princess, prince Loki, is there anything in particular you desire to eat?" Asks Anya, the younger maid.

"What I desire in my mouth, can't be made in a kitchen" Loki brazenly blurts out.

You watched as the maids pale skin transitioned into a deep shade of red, and by the sudden heat you felt on your own cheeks, you knew you looked the same.

"How about we leave this platter of food, this should suffice, and then we can leave you both alone" says the older maid, ushering Anya out of the kitchen with speed.

You observed them both leave, gobsmacked that Loki's little slip made them too embarrassed to stay.

"Well, you certainly know how to clear a room Loki"

"Sorry darling"

"At least they left us food before scurrying out" you laughed. Your chuckle making Loki laugh too.

You picked up the tray of food and moved it to the middle island, transferring a piece of every food to a smaller plate.

Loki watched as you manoeuvred around the kitchen. His mind repaying a fond memory.

"You know, I have a wonderful memory of the last time we were in here together"

"Oh is that so?" you say, not looking up to see his smirk, you're too busy arranging your plate of food.

"Why don't you relay the memory to me" you suggest, succumbing to your hunger and eating a piece of food before you finished piling your plate.

"Did you say relay, or replay? beacuse relay would mean simply telling you, and replay would be
re-enacting the memory"

You didn't even need to look up, you sensed he smirks but your curiosity to see if you were right got the better of you, you peek up.

Low and behold, Loki stared at you with a smug grin.

He leaned against the kitchen table, his arms folded across his chest as he stared at you intently. The curved smirk that rested on his face showed a hint of mischief.

You watched him curiously, picking up another bitesize piece of food and placed it into your mouth, licking your fingertips clean as you do so. Loki's eyes followed your every movement with interest, not once blinking.

"Relay, or replay Kitten?" he repeats

You playfully pondered over which to chose, as though the decision required a lot of thought.

"Hmmm... decisions, decisions..."

Loki's grin widened at your humour.