His Mortal(Loki x reader)

Chapter 20

I follow closely behind Beyla as she leads me down the hallway to, what I assume to be, the dining area. Everytime I walk down these halls, it's as if I'm seeing it for the first time. True beauty. Not only does this entire city seemed to be possessed by the wealthiest people, it also seems that the natural riches plays a part in each of the architectural detail. I wonder what God played a part in creating such beauty, considering there are more than one. I was too far in my own head that I was careless and stepped on the back of Beyla's slip on shoe. She tripped, but caught herself on the door to the dining area. She had her hand firmly flat against the intricately designed wooden door, supporting herself as she tried to fix her shoe. "Oh my... Beyla, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to make you fall... I... was lost in my own head. Forgive me for my lack of attention." I say bending down to help her with her shoe, but she waved my hand away. "Do not worry. I can take care of it." She says standing upright once again and stretching out her foot to make sure the shoe fit and was adjusted comfortably. "It was a mistake. Nothing to trouble your mind over. I appreciate your kindness to a servant like me."
"You really must get the idea of being a servant to me out of your head. You are my friend and-" I was cut of by the door opening.
"What was that ungodly noise?" Loki says leaning out the doorway. "I swear if another-" his words were cut short as he notices me standing there. His eyes look me up and down taking in my appearance in the native Aguardian clothing. He seems to be attracted to the visual appeal of the dress. "Hello..." he says, his voice releasing strain. Beyla bows to him.
"I have brought your guest, my prince." He ignored her.
"Hello, Loki." I say softly and cautiously to him. His irritation was very off putting, but I tried to remain polite. "What were you saying? Another what?"
"Oh... do not be concerned about it. It was not important." He steps aside. "Please, come in. We were waiting for you."
"So I have been informed." I nod to him in thanks and enter the dining area. It was magnificent and so vast. I would hardly think anyone would need this much room to eat supper or to enjoy afternoon tea. There's so much space left vacated and it only seems a bit sad that it isn't being utilized in some kind of way. There was only an extremely lengthy table in the center of the room with a gold table cloth on it. Residents here really enjoy the color gold it seems. "This is truly awesome. Don't you think, Beyla?" I mumble walking forward and taking in my surroundings. She didn't reply and I turn back to see she was still at the entrance of the door standing politely with her has clasped respectively in front of her. "Beyla? Are... you not coming?"
"It is not my place until I am privileged to do so or I am ordered." She says keeping her face stone and her skin tough. She seems to be very skilled at putting on masks to hide her personal identity. It's a pity, but I understand where her mind is and I cannot take that away from her.
"Oh. I see... alright." I nod and she nods back and leaves; her services no longer needed.
"Why are you so concerned for a servant?" Loki asks once she leaves.
"Why aren't you? She does serve a and take care of all of you without complaints. It only seems curteous to show more gratitude for their hard work." I ask. He looks at me with a quizzical look, but doesn't reply. He truly doesn't understand what I'm saying. He decides to start walking to the table.
"How was your slumber?" He asks changing the subject.
"Oh. It was wonderful. I've never slept so well in my life. I... actually have never been anywhere so luxurious as here." I smile following him.
"Of course you haven't. You are no longer down on Midgard crawling amongst the mortals. You are here, in the realm of the gods. It's only common sense that you'd see such luxury. Nothing can compare to here. One day, all of this..." he gestures around him with a wide grin on his face. "Will be mine."
"Oh?" I tilt my head to the side.
"Yes. You are looking at the future King of Asguard." He states proudly.
"That's wonderful. I am very happy for you. When will your coronation be?"
"Well... there is no decided time frame as of yet. I, as also my brother, have not yet been chosen to whom may take the throne." He seemed to say this with awkward embarrassment.
"I see. What makes you so sure you will be chosen?" I ask him. He pulls out my chair offering me to sit. I sit down and look up at him as he pushes me back in. He avoids eye contact, but his eyes show the passion and determination of his goal. He sits across from me trying to organize his thoughts.
"Because I have worked my whole life to achieve kingly status. I have excelled in schooling, developed an expertise in magic, disciplined myself in instinctual defenses, survival, and clever thinking. I have studied my father and kings before him in hopes of displaying my eligibility. I have done so much and have strained myself to prove I am worthy. My brother, though he has a strong heart, his arrogance overshadows his sense of reasoning. He is kind and he is loyal, but his carelessness is a danger to himself and those around  him. He may be favored by many, but he is not fit to be king." He sighs.
"You seem to have very kind and genuine thoughts of your brother despite being in competition with him." I smile fondly at him.
"He is my brother." That was all he had to say on the matter.
"Yes. He very much is." I nod in Agreement. "You definitely seem confident in you chance to be king."
"I am. My labor will show my commitment to the throne and prove my worthiness."
"I certainly hope so."
"Do you disagree?"
"I cannot say. It is not my place to tell you if you are worthy enough to take the throne. That is your father and mother's decision."
"I suppose so. I only want to hear your opinion."
"I do not know you enough to have an opinion. I have only met you yesterday and have read about you."
"Read about me?" He raises an eyebrow.
"My father...or who I thought was my father, gave me the book on many of the gods and goddesses." I sighed
"You have no father?" He asks leaning back in his chair.
"No. I was told I was found, abandoned behind garbage bins." I look to the side suddenly finding interest in the floor.
"I see. You are the infant they found on Midgard all of those years ago. The one with the large bruise on your face." He realized.
"Yes. After that was told to me, it explained the discoloration on the side of my face. I originally thought it was a birthmark." I ask looking back up at him. "You did not know that?"
"I try to stay in my own territory mind my own business. I hardly know of the situation from even then. I certainly wasn't informed that you'd be returning." He hums in thought. "And I see no discoloration on your face." I turn the side of my head showing the slightly darker patch of skin the covered my ear and part of my jaw. He nods furrow in seeming to be slightly irritated. I was unsure if he was irritated at me, perhaps the scar, or even the situation. He was a bit difficult to read. I turn my haed back to him looking at him straight on. "It seems to me that you didn't care to know."
He shrugged. "I wasn't at the time."
"You are now?"
"Yes. Things have gotten much more... interesting." He smirked. "Tell me. What has brought you, a mortal, back to Asguard? I can't imagine Odin letting you return unless it was of importance."
"Something about my eyes."
"I was curious of that. They're the brightest gold. They're odd..." he closer at my eyes. "They're beautiful."
I felt shy now. "Thank you."
"Of course. Your eyes, they actually remind me of-"
"Heimdall. I know." I tell him. "I was actually just told that not too long ago. He gave me my eyes by mistake. Essence of a soul stone, I believe? It has already been confirmed. It is not just a rumor."
"Well then, I suppose the rest speaks for itself." He says leaning forward. "You obviously have his powerful eyes. Needless to say, many people, many creatures, from different realms would kill and risk their lives to have the power that your eyes hold. Since your are only a mortal and easily have a risk of being dominated, it makes you that much more tempting. Very tempting."
"Oh...um..." I didn't know what to say. The door burst open and a booming voice called out. "Oh! How great it is to see you once again, dear (y/n)" the other royal son called. Loki sighed. The muscular blond prince wasted no time in coming over to me and pulling me into a firm embrace.
"You were, but a mere infant when I last saw you. What a beautifu young woman you have turned out to be." Loki frowned in irritation. It was him. Actually him. The god of Thunder. Son of Odin. Thor.

Hello, everyone. It's been a bit. Holidays certainly take up a lot of time. 2018 is just around the corner and is coming in fast. When I see you again, it will be in an entire new year. I hope your holidays went well and I hope you are ready to take on a new year. Brace yourselves and I will see you in the next chapter! Tootles!