Y/n wasn't the most beautiful of women, she never was. Don't be mistaken, she loved the way she looked, she just didn't understand why he had chosen her. There were women who were thinner than her; women who had perkier breasts; women who had ampler asses and then those with a whole lot more of experience. So why her? It was simple, Loki had chosen her because she did not want to be chosen.
She had heard tales of his lord's bedroom endeavours, the local maidens whispered about him all the time. 'Best night of my life' they would sigh. Y/n would just roll her eyes, they were all so easily wooed. She had watched countless women giggle stupidly at his charms and practically fall into his lap; it made her sick. They just boosted his already massive ego. Yes he was a prince, yes he was beautiful, but that shouldn't give him the right to walk around as if he could do whatever he wanted. He was abusing his power.
The expression he wore as he peered down at her made her twitch with annoyance. She wished she could reach up and slap the smug grin right off his perfect little face. But no matter how much he pissed her off, Loki was still royalty and assaulting him could result in her death, so she stood quietly.
He hooked his forefinger underneath her chin and lifted her head, boring his brilliant green eyes into her dull grey ones. He squinted at her when she didn't look away from his piercing gaze as the others had.
He grabbed her jaw suddenly, causing her brows to furrow and her eyes to squeeze shut at the pain. But she forced back the cry that had threatened to escape her, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Loki smiled thinly at her unwillingness. He turned her head from left to right with sharp jolts, examining her features, then released her.
"Step forward" he ordered calmly.
Y/n obeyed, separating herself from the long line of naked serving girls that stood in the hall alongside her. He started to pace slowly around her body, hands clasped behind his back. She tried to keep hold of her indifferent demeanour as he inspected her, but it was proving difficult. She wasn't used to being so exposed. And when his echoing footsteps stopped behind her, she found herself holding her breath.
She lost her composure entirely when he brought his palm down hard on her backside. The smack resonated around the room along with her surprised yelp. Loki let out a satisfactory hum, loving the way her cheek jiggled and the noise she made at his touch. She cursed herself for losing her resolve. If this were any other man I would have broken his nose by now she thought to herself. It isn't fair.
He circled back round to face her, and sensed her rage. He smiled mischievously. All the other women had presented their bodies happily, enjoying it when he groped at them. They were all so eager to please, which made him happy, it was as it should be. But her. Oh she was going to be much more fun.
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