It had been a long day since I had awoke that morning with Loki sleeping soundless next to me. He looked so peaceful that I couldn't get myself to touch his beautiful face, just to gaze at his worry free features.
Loki has been extremely gentle with me lately, finding the most pleasures in taking his time with me. He would fondle with my breasts until I was writhing, coming a few times before he felt I was sensitized enough to have my brains fucked out until morning.
It was moments like these I should count myself lucky. Loki had decided that he would court me, and announced it over dinner one evening at home. I wasn't ever allowed to meet his parents, at least not until recently. His mother had been more than elated, they all thought Loki a lost cause, which really baffled me. I could only imagine a young childlike Loki with his short dark hair growing just above his ears, big green doe eyes, and a devilish smirk plastered on his face as he ogled every woman at any party. Having dates, and mating with some of the most noble of women.
I was very lucky indeed. I was not of any significance, my low birth holding back any potential I had. Having the young prince interested in me was such a shock. My parents had taken the joy of accepting him early on; showering him with love and affection I was sure he wasn't prepared for. My parents wouldn't waste a day being angry or sad; they lived in the moment, something I was slowly slipping into while I lived with Loki.
Loki decided to buy an apartment in the middle of the city, still in view of the palace so he could do his princely duties. Yet, come home to me every night for a nice home cooked meal. I had learned well from my mother, and Loki had been more than appreciative.
I cleaned for most of the morning, wiping away the excess from our lovemaking the night before. Loki had never been that gentle with me before, and it roused the feelings I've had for him to a new level. I would give anything for him if he ever asked me.
After the bed was made and pillows fluffed, I went to sweep the floors, mopping in a few areas that needed the extra care. The whole place was large, not as big as Loki's chambers in the palace, but very well near. It was a two bedroom, the only one available. We hadn't ever used the other bedroom, it had been left closed but I would clean in there occasionally so not as to collect dust. It lies claim to me what could be, Loki coming home from a long day in the palace to see his family. I see myself married to him, having his children. Imagining him smiling and picking up his son and swinging him in the air as I stand in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant, cooking some of our favorite meals. It always makes my heart swell what kind of father he would be; I knew he would make a good one, more than that, a great one!
I shook my head of those thoughts, I was far from ready to have children, and to marry him now would almost be too soon for either of us. I just hope that Loki and I would last for that long; I know I want to and would be willing to, but would he? He's a prince that's hard to please, even when we first met.
He had been less than pleasant to me, scowling at me because of my low birth. Yet even as I tended to the gardens, I knew he was watching me. It wasn't until a month after working there did Loki steal me away. Back then he would fuck me, not even allow me to see release, I could see it in his eyes when we would pass that he was guilty about it. Finally after getting over his own pride, he saw to my end one night, but left me on a soft patch of grass hidden behind large shrubbery.
After many more weeks of this going back and forth, Loki finally got the nerve to court me. No more did we hide our connection, and after spending several nights under scrutiny of other townspeople, Loki had me moved closer to him in the city.
Here, the people paid me no mind, passing by me as if I was just another citizen. Whilst with Loki, it would be a bit different. People who bow, smile, some salesmen would even try to have pleasant conversation with me as if I spoke to them as friends. They were just trying to get Loki's attention, but this did not sit well with him. He had been curt and almost scary, scaring them off and away from me. I promised that I never spoke to them, another lady agreeing to this. Loki let it slide, but I could see in his eyes that he was searching all around for someone to try and dare lay a finger on me.
