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"My pet, would you join me in here for a moment?"
I glanced up from where I was folding towels in the king's bathroom, and quickly scampered out to go and find out why he had called.
"Yes, my king?"
"Oh, I was just laying on my bed reading when I came across this on the other side of the nightstand."
Loki was stretched out across the black silk sheets of his bed, a violet book resting on his thigh, and a small emerald green notebook held in his hands. The diminutive book was kept open in his fingertips, and he continued to scan its contents as he spoke.
I immediately lurched forward as I recognized it instantly.
"Does it look familiar to you?" Loki questioned, raising an eyebrow towards me.
"Um... it's my sketchbook..."
"Hmm.. I thought that much." He paused, turning to the next page. "So, these, drawings.."
"They're just something I wanted to recreate." I quickly conjured up an excuse. "Just little scenes from a story that I was reading."
"That's amusing. Would you care to explain to me why these drawings of yours look remarkably like your king?"
"I'm sorry, my king, I have no idea what you are talking about." I bit my lower lip, heart beating against my chest a mile a minute.
"So, this picture here," Loki turned the book around to show me. "Does it not show a man who seems to have my devilishly good looks undressing a young maid who looks quite like yourself?"
I froze. I had never expected Loki to see the dirty drawings that I had composed a few evenings in a row when I hadn't been able to get him out of my head. He was all that I thought about, but I had never dared to speak my thoughts aloud.
"What's the matter, pet? Ratted out by the silvertongue?" Loki chuckled.
"Um," I gulped, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh don't worry, my darling. I'm not mad. I find it rather flattering." He replied, rising from the bed. "In fact, why don't we have a little fun?"
I looked up, watching him walk towards me, my sketchbook still clutched in his hand. I took a shaky breath and tried to keep myself from fainting under pressure.
"Why don't you act out each one of your little drawings?"
"What?" I squeaked out, eyes widening.
"Oh don't worry, love, I'll help you." Loki grinned, watching me shake in fear. "Let's start with the first one shall we? Explain to me what is going on here."
Loki handed me my sketchbook, my eyes averting to the page before me.
