Loki Imagines

Imagine Prince Hal

(Oops I stole another photo.)

You were a servant of the palace and hand maiden if any of the royal family needed you. Most were cruel and very mean to you. Yelling, screaming, even hitting you and your friends if you would make a peep. After the king died Prince Hal took over. All the layers in the land would love to have him. And you admit he was very handsome and charming. But loss ... There was no chance. "You can dream all you want Y/N. but you will never find a man to protect you. Your not pretty. And your too wide. Too short as well. Just do your job. you may find a cat to like you if your lucky!! Haha! Haha!" Your sister mocked you everyday about your size and shape. You didn't like your self either.

You make your way down the hall passing the royal King bedroom. You hear a small whisper moan from the door. "ᑕOᑌGᕼ! ᑕOᑌGᕼ!" You open the door slightly. Your breath hitches as you see Prince Hal his back to the door coughing up a storm. You move forward. The floor creeks ver loud. The Prince turns. You gasp and turn around and place your back to the wall. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to frighten thee." You hold your breath. "Please show me thy's face. I shall not harm thee." You breath slowly
"I can not my grave for a monster I have as a face. I shall make the cry." You hear foot steps. "I do not believe you. even from your voice, I can tell you are most beautiful."
"Why do you talk to me... My grace?"
"Why not. You seem likes very kind young women." He sighs "Let me guess. My brothers don't treat you kindly do they? Those bastards. I'm terribly sorry. I'll have to teach them a lesson. ᑕOᑌGᕼ ᑕOᑌGᕼ!!" He leans his hands against the door and almost falls over. You turn and catch him looking into his eyes. Forcing your hood up you help him into bed. "You must rest my king. You seem ill. Please.-" he took your hood off and stared into your eyes. His breath hitches and his eyes widen. "Your... your..." You look down in shame "Beautiful...." You look up and his eyes are on your lips. "You jest. I am not-"
"Yes.. You are. Don't deny your king. You are most beautiful. ᑕOᑌGᕼ! I do believe you are right my lady. I seem to be quite ill. Will you take care of me?"
"I'll go get the healers!" You start to run off but he grabs your wrist. "No. I ... Just want ... You... Will you stay? Please?" You smile and help him into bed. You kiss his forehead. "Of course your grace." You hold his hand and tangle your fingers with his.

TO BE CONTINUED...