Chapter 7: Fool in Love

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Two months passed since Sigyn begun cleaning for the two princes, along with several of the guest's bedrooms. Although she never did find out who was staying in those particular rooms, she did know that it was always a complete mess when she would go to reclean it the next day. But that was no longer one of her anxieties, as the many guests that she attended to when she first started we're no longer there, their business done after the Royal families annual gathering had concluded.

As the time had gone by, she found herself becoming good friends with Thor, the two would often chat during her duties, much against her protests. They would chat anywhere from Sigyn's day to day life to Thor's recent ferocious battle.

Even Loki, much to her surprise, seemed to be friendlier to her, especially after their early morning chat. Every once in a while he would ask how she was if she enjoyed her new duties, and what she heard from the servants gossiping. She thought it was a bit odd that he wanted to know about the silly rumors servants heard to spice up their day to day lives, but she had no room to question his actions. Loki was no Thor, one wrong slip of the tongue could result in banishment, she could not swiftly apologize and it is forgotten as it would with Thor.

"Sigyn, dear," Her mother practically sang, "You better be off to Prince Loki's chambers." She claimed, giving her a small peck on the cheek as she pushed her out the door.

Sigyn gave a weak smile, Loki's room was the room she always cleaned first, wanting to get the most tedious room out of the way first.

"Of course, love you." She softly murmured as she gave her mother a tight squeeze and quickly was on her way.

Arriving at his once large and intimidating doors, Sigyn found herself with an odd and foolish grin on her face. Perhaps Loki had begun rubbing off on her, as they began to acknowledge the others presence, their conversations, few as there were, would sometimes be filled with odd riddles. One's in which Loki would read in his books, questioning Sigyn on their meaning. When he first spoke up to her, she had assumed he wanted to mock her low status, knowing that she did not have the same level of education as he. To his surprise, she answered it with ease, he did not know that her late fathers best friend happened to be the prince's tutor and would help teach her when her parents invited him over for dinner. Since then, Loki had inquired more and more of how she perceived the riddles, some of which he admitted to not knowing himself.

Knocking on the door once, Sigyn heard a faint and deep voice telling her to enter. Opening the doors slowly and dragging her cleaning supplies behind her until she felt the heavy door that had been leaning against her suddenly lose weight. She hesitantly glanced to the side to find her face mere inches away from him.

"My Prince," Sigyn started, a deep blush forming along her cheeks, dipping down into a courtesy as a reason to hide her face.

Giving into a mischievous smirk, Loki motioned for her to move further inside and gently shut the door behind them. "I trust that you are well again today, " he presumed.

"Of course, my Prince." She nodded, already shuffling around to quickly get her work done. "And you?" She asked quietly, not wanting to be rude, and yet at the same time, making sure no one behind the large doors could hear them in conversation.

Frowning slightly at the formalities yet again, Loki glided over towards his sitting area, plucking the book from the end table next to his leather armchair. "I suppose I'm doing quite alright, I can't imagine complaining to the help of my everyday life would create a popular image among you," he claimed, a sparkle appearing in his eyes as he took a seat.

Stopping momentarily, Sigyn dared to turn and look him directly in his strikingly blue, almost green, eyes. "My Prince, if you ever feel alone and in need of someone to talk to, I will have you know that I am fully here for you. I am not one of the frivolous servants that believe just because you have wealth means you should suffer no hardships."

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