His Mortal(Loki x reader)

Chapter 19

"Excuse me..."
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"Excuse me, Miss."
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"It's time to wake, Miss."

I moan and turn on my side only to have light shined in my face. I scrunch up my face and barely open up my eyes. That damn sun. It's so bright. I love it, but sometimes it is the bane of my existence. I sigh rubbing my eyes. I smile lightly out the window as I admire the scenery before me from my spot at the bed. It was beautiful. The city shining and rising with the dawning sun. It wasn't a dream and I feel more than relieved. If it was a dream then I hope it continues to overlap in the onward days. Everything was absolutely perfect.
"Excuse m-"
"Ah!" I yelp startled placing a hand on my chest and quickly turning to the voice in my room. There stood a lady with brown pinup hair in a cream wrap dress. She stood tall for a short woman. She seemed to be middle aged and she was respectively clad in gold accessories. She had a soft, but serious face. "U-um...Hello."
"Hello. I'm sorry to have frightened you." She says nodding in respect.
"Oh no no... it was nothing. I just wasn't expecting it is all." I say sitting up. The black silk nightgown with silver etching falling back into proper place as I push the blanket off of me. "May I ask what are you doing in room?"
"I have come to wake you and assist you in preparing for the day." The woman says with a small smile. She has a caring smile. One that a mother or guardian would have. A true loving smile. "I will be your personal servant and caretaker while you are here."
"Well... I don't want a servant. I don't find the idea of people serving like property to be an appealing idea. I like to put personality behind the services. I'll think of it as kind favors to which I wish to repay someday. You are not my servant." I nod.
"...Miss?" She furrows her eyebrows showing an expression of true confusion.
"If it is alright with you, I like to consider you a friend taking care of me rather than a servant." I smile.
She tilts her head and smiles amused while giving a soft chuckle. "Yes. I'd like that."
"Great! If I may ask for your name?" I ask standing from my bed and adjusting my gown. "My name is (y/n)."
"Beyla. My name is Beyla." She says bowing slightly before I stopped her.
"Friends." I reminded her.
"Yes. Of course." She says feeling different and special. She was already growing fond of me. I could tell.
"Well, I suppose we should get to it then. Tell me, Beyla. What has this day hold for me?"
"The Alfather has requested to see you today at supper. Son of Odin has requested to see you numerous times since yesterday. He has been waiting for your arrival for sometime now. He seems to be very excited." Beyla says walking over to the wardrobe looking through it to find suitable clothing.
"Thor is excited to see...me?" I ask feeling a bit nervous and shy that Gods  themselves want to actually have me in their presence. Beyla stop and looks back at me. "Have you already met, the son of Odin?"
"No. I read of him in a book." I say walking over next to her. She nods turning back to what she was doing. I look on at the different clothing she was rotating through. "Is there any particular dress you'd like to wear today, (y/n)?" Beyla asks trying out the new name on her tongue. She liked it. She though it was wonderfully  beautiful. She certainly would get use to it. She thought Midguardians could produce such interesting names. Even some of the residents of Asguard favor the Midguardian names and has adopted and adorned the names themselves. Mortals are truly capable and creative. Beyla recognizes this and admire their evolution and ability to adapt in creative ways. Their names being one of them. "Not particularly. The fashion here is a bit odd, so I'm not sure what would suit me properly." I say looking at dress after dress.
"You will look beautiful in all of them. Choose one that catches your eye." Beyla tells me.
"There's so many..."
"...I hardly think so.... I don't think there's that many at all." Beyla looked at her confused before continuing passing the next dress along.
"Well... I lived a life of poverty. Such wardrobes and luxuries are foreign to me. Having such a vast variety of... everything... it's such an honor and a blessing. I am very grateful." I say starting to search through dresses and looking closely at each one. Beyla doesn't reply. She merely gives a empathetic side glance and a hum before returning to her task. We continue to flip through silently. I'm trying desperately to pick one, but the amount was overwhelming. "Stop..."
I say suddenly a dress catching my eye. She stops and flips back to the one she almost passed. "This one? You like this one?"Beyla asks hopeful. I nod looking at the beautiful dress in awe. It looked so perfect. She handed me the dress and I held it up to me admiring the entire design and shape. "Go on. I've already ran you a bath. Go wash up and get dressed while I fix your bed and prepare to dress your hair." Beyla says ushering me to the bathroom. I didn't wait another minute to rush in the bathroom. I was going to go immediately to the bath, but stopped to admire the pristine white and gold bathroom. The walls cream, the floors marble, the light torches gold with beautiful matching flames. At the very back center of the room was a bathing a read that looked similar to a forest hot spring. It looked very out of place. For a scene so natural in such a wealthy man made surrounding seemed very odd, but the contrast seemed to compliment each other well. So odd, yet very nice. I grinned stripping off my night gown and immediately submerging myself in the warm water with a sigh. I could get use to this. After my bath I look at my dress admiring it once more before gracefully putting it on. I admire myself in the reflection on a large crystal posing as a mirror. It was a dark green dress the wrap comfortably  around me. It has a cloth strap on one shoulder and a short sleeve on the other. It wraps across my chest and pins to the side on my hip where it has a slit down the skirt for one leg to show. It has gold etching on the bottom rim of the skirt and a gold leaf patterned belt across the middle. Dawned in gold jewelry, I make my way out the bathroom, my bare feet pattering with a little skip. Beyla waits patiently for me and smiles in awe at how wonderful the dress appears on me. "Oh my... that certainly was a good choice on your part."
"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" I clasp my hands with with a bright smile.
"Yes it is. Come and let me tend to your hair. We don't have that long before breakfast and we don't want to keep the princes waiting." Beyla says grabbing supplies.
"Princes? Both of them?" I ask.
"Yes. Both on them. Loki had requested you join him for breakfast and Thor would like to accompany you both. They are waiting for you, so we must make haste." Beyla says running her fingers through my hair a bit, trying to get a feel of how my hair will work.
"I see." I nod thoughtfully. "I suppose we should."

Hello everyone. This is just a filler chapter. A bit boring, but I had to give something because I am busy, but I wanted you all to have something to read. I hope you enjoy it anyway and I will see you in the next chapter! Tootles!