Loki didn't get many opportunities to talk to the mysterious serving girl after the initial interaction, though whether it was purely because of her duties keeping them separated or her choosing to avoid him he didn't know.
They would pass each other from time to time, but never long enough for him to have the chance to strike up a conversation.
The strange infatuation with her was something of a thrill and an annoyance to him.
Sure, he had fallen for people in the past and had been hurt or done the hurting, but nothing was ever as strong as this need he felt for her.
It completely bewildered and frustrated him, but it was something he was beginning to strive to see to, he wanted to make her happy and he already knew how.
Although they rarely saw each other beyond the occasional passes by, he still noticed the bruises and grazes, which typically sprung up when she had been away for a while.
Loki had taken it upon himself to keep track of her whereabouts, even if he made no attempt to reach out to her in fear of frightening or intimidating her.
It seemed that it was routine for her to return home, back to her father, once every three weeks and each time she returned, she did so sporting a new injury that made Loki's blood boil.
He took his time to confirm his suspicions before even thinking of making a move, knowing that acting too suddenly and too rashly could potentially push her away.
Instead he took his time to gather the evidence he sought after, being sure to document each and every incident he witnessed before even thinking of coming forward.
Anything to bide time and come up with a plan.
His final move was to spy on her during one of her visits.
Using his ability of shifting, he changed his form to anything that would give him a vantage point to their home and he watched in utter disgust at her father's actions, a man she was supposed to love and trust.
That was all that he needed and he left on the third night already formulating a plan, but before he went through with it, he wished to speak to her first and let the choice be made by the one suffering.
Unfortunately, due to both of their schedules conflicting, it was another two months before they had a lasting encounter again and even that was all purely by chance.
Loki entered the infirmary with a weary sigh, still feeling sick to his stomach and exhausted from the many hours kept up by his unsettled body.
It wasn't often that he got ill, but when he did, it hit him hard.
He planned on taking up residence on the infirmary for a while, at least until the medicine he needed to take kicked in well enough for him to travel beyond his room in fear of disastrous results.
What Loki hadn't expected was to see another laid in the infirmary, one foot set in plaster and elevated over the bed.
It seemed that she hadn't noticed him come into the room, too focused on the book clasped in her hands to pay any mind to the world around her.
Keeping his eyes set on her, he sat down on a bed two away from hers and wondered what to say to gain her attention.
Did he want to ask why he felt she was avoiding him?
Did he want to ask about her foot?
Though he hadn't witnessed it first hand, he wholly suspected that he already knew the reason why her foot was in plaster, a thought that made his blood boil and his stomach turn, which didn't mix well with the already sickly feeling it was giving him.
It wasn't a subject he felt he could breach easily, but it was definitely one that he would inevitably have to if he wished to put an end to things.
He wasn't sure how long he had been staring when she lowered her book and looked towards him, her eyes widening in alarm as she attempted to push herself to sit up in her bed.
"No, don't," Loki said, holding his hand up to stop her, "you need to rest."
"My Prince," she murmured feebly, looking uncertain, "are you alright?"
"I am, just feeling a little under the weather, it seems that you have more to worry about."
Her eyes instantly looked to her ankle and she shifted uncomfortably in her bed.
"Just a minor accident."
"Really?" He asked, his eyebrow quirking up a little.
She squirmed and looked away, feeling uneasy about the look he was giving her.
They both knew she was lying and she knew that he knew she was lying.
Loki stared at her a while then let out a long and worn sigh, letting his eyes fall closed.
"I do wish you'd be more honest with me."
The way she averted her eyes and scowled down at her cast, the forlorn mist that glazed over her eyes, made his heart clench a little for reasons he didn't fully understand and didn't think he would after months of pining for someone he barely interacted with.
"I'm not sure what you mean," she murmured, not daring to look up.
"Of course you do," Loki snapped, although unintentionally.
Guilt bubbled in his chest at the way she flinched and cowered into herself, her fingers crumpling the paper in her book.
With another sigh, he stood and made his way over to her bedside.
Perching on the edge of her bed, he placed a gentle and inviting hand on the top of her arm, drawing her attention back to him, albeit hesitantly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap," he said, "but you must understand that it is wholly suspicious that you leave to visit your father and come home injured, each and every time."
Tears welled in her eyes and the sheer look of upset and hopelessness felt horrifically familiar to Loki, which pushed his drive to help her further.
He moved his touch down her arm to clasp her own hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.
"I know what's been happening and I wish to help you, but I want your permission to do so."
"Help how?"
"The details don't matter," he shook his head, giving her a wry smile, "all you need to know is that what he's putting you through will stop and I can promise you just that."
Her expression became something that he could only describe as doe-eyed hopefulness, even if she didn't say the words explicitly.
The way she looked at him, how her tear brimmed eyes widened at the mention of his unknown plan, it all filled him with confidence that maybe he could make a difference.
They shared of moment of silent staring, eye remaining connected until she nodded and looked away, her mouth twitching at the sides to hide the smile that wanted to rise.
"Alright," she finally agreed verbally, "I give you permission to do as you wish, but I don't want to know any details until I say."
Loki's lips instantly curved into a smirk and he couldn't help the low chuckle that growled in his throat, in that moment he was thankful that she wasn't looking at him.
"You have my word."
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