#frigga

Rating: R (Dark Elements!)

Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!

Theme Song: ALWAYS BEEN YOU by Chris Grey

Your hands flinched away from the rag as your scrubbing motion seemed to disagree against one of your hand’s soft spots. You supposed even after three years of this type of labor, you couldn't quite get rid of your signs of upbringing, being a royal and all..

Royal. 

You huffed at the very thought of it and tried to push the very memories away from bombarding your focused duties. Although being a servant amongst Asgard’s palace wasn't necessarily a treat, it had to be way better than the fate that has been bestowed upon you as Princess. 

Whoever thought of arranged marriages clearly had no respect for themselves. 

In all honesty, you were surprised your parents hadn't found you. There was no doubt that they would have looked- you were their only heir after all and their only option for taking upon the throne if your father were to pass.. But of course you wouldn't have been taking it alone. One look at their chosen stud already began formulating your plan to escape. 

Prince Del was the name- if you could even call that a name for a prince, let alone a future king. He was handsome, yes, but upon your first session in hopes to begin courting, you had already figured out the marriage would have been even less than tolerating. He was rude, selfish, a know-it all- and a womanizer. Even as you sat before him in your finest dress, jewels and hair done- he had wandering eyes for any female that passed- servants and all. 

That was years ago.. Three to be exact and you’d rather scrub this floor everyday than live a lifetime being married to one who would bring your realm to shame while there being nothing you could do about it. At least with you gone, your home would be safe and continuously ruled by your father- the only one capable of doing a proper job of things and although he’s trained you well to do the same in his footsteps.. 

There was no way in Hel you’d do it being married to an idiot. 

Was it selfish? Leaving your home and its responsibilities just because you didn't want to be saddled to an oaf? No.. by leaving, you were keeping your home safe.. And you were sure your parents would figure out something before their time would come.. You were willing to bet they were still searching for you, not willing to take on anyone else in your place- preserving the royal line- but it was strange for there being no signs of them showing up here or news.. 

After year two, you stopped being paranoid that you’d be snatched from here and gradually accepted the fact that you were now Asgardian. Well.. not exactly. Your species passed off as one, but your perfume had to mask your scent so they wouldn't detect that you were of another species. They were animalistic like that.. 

Shaking your head, you began scrubbing much harder and faster in hopes to distract yourself from the imposing memories.. Though the gods could be very cruel when they got involved and sent you in that moment the one distraction you didn't want.

His slow footsteps became recognizable without you having to so much as turn around anymore while those eyes felt like they were burning holes in the back of your head- roaming lustfully over the rest of you after because.. Well- he could.

Loki.

His pace indicated one not wanting to be bothered yet still held the grace of a royal. Second prince of Asgard, to be exact, who’s cape flowed behind him and the horned crowd framed his brow as it indicated a position of power.

Power.. Power wasn't enough.. He needed a throne, and he was running out of time.

Thor was currently gone on mission, granting him time to think of how to keep him gone while also figuring out how to gain the first position in line for the throne. 

Options were thin at the moment..

What normally would ease his mind was teasing his favorite little servant, where you stayed diligent in your work and seemed to work harder than those having been here far longer. That is, unless he was distracting you from your duties for his sere amusement but thus far with the troubles he’s been dealing with in his dilemma, his antics have gotten a bit crueler. 

He couldn't bring himself to pity you though, not even as you flinched your hand away again and held it to your chest with undoubtedly another cut. He paid it no thought, but found it strange how you hadn't gotten a complete handle on going about things without some type of injury- as subtle as you tried to make it seem but.. After all these years of repetitive work, it was almost as if you weren't built completely for this job. 

Yet here you remained and here you would stay. After all, it only fed more reason to bother you while he seemed to mock pout where he stood behind.

‘’And here I'd expect these tiles to be clean by now. Come now Y/N, is it still that difficult to get a knack for things within the generous time you’ve been given here?”

You held back an exhale of frustrations while you sat on your heels, not necessarily wanting to continue being on your hands and knees when the prince was standing quite close behind you. You had no idea why he had felt the need to take his frustrations out on you all this time- let alone making you a target to rid of his boredom. Not that you’d wish anyone any hardships but you hardly found him bothering the others. Why you?

‘’My apologies my prince,’’ you started, turning to look at him over your shoulder but the dirt he tracked in from his boots- leaving a hard to miss trail behind him made your response change to something with hidden bitterness. ‘’The floor just keeps getting dirty.’’ 

Loki rolled his eyes as if it were a dumb excuse, knowing fully well what had appeared behind him that you eyed painfully. ‘’See to it that it gets finished before the afternoon meal. I’d hate for you to have to tend to cleaning my boots because of your unreliable timing.’’ though, cleaning his boots didn't seem displeasing to him..

‘’I will have it finished.’’ you gave him a low bow, biting back many choice words while you unclench your fists from your dress- a habit you hardly noticed you did until the first sounds of fabric ripping. ‘’Will that be all?”

You left the question as a means to wrap this up, figuring a long time ago it was better to go along with his antics rather than give him the reaction he was searching for. He got off on it and quite frankly, you were in no position to speak back to him. Talking back to a royal, stepping out of line by any means, was punishable. If only he knew who you truly were, you would have loved getting up in his face and even tipping the bucket of water on those damn boots who were to blame. Instead, you stood still, expressionless and waiting for him to hopefully make his leave.

By watching you bow, Loki got a sense of gratification- knowing that no matter what he did, you’ll always be his perfect little play thing, obedient to his mischief until he finally broke you. Oftentimes he would get you there- nothing punishable severely, but enough to add on your already frustrated demeanor. It was almost as if.. Someone else was having a worse day, his ultimately seemed better. 

‘’Make yourself more presentable. We have standards in the palace, and i will not have you looking like we just take anyone in off the streets.’’ he said sharply, tapping a finger on his cheek to indicate the dirt that had barely gotten onto your face while strolling past you, using his other hand close to his face to send a flicker of magic to tip over the bucket of water. 

You yelped and instantly stood up, already feeling the water seep into your dress while trying to rub at your cheek with your sleeve. Your heart pounded, anger twisting in your chest while you tried to remain in control but you couldn't help but shoot the glare towards the sauntering prince who smirked at you over his shoulder.

‘’My apologies darling, it would seem my magic has been.. Misbehaving lately.’’ he dramatically sighed as if he couldn't help it before he continued off, leaving you to clean up his mess.

You muttered under your breath as you wiped your cheek as best you could, blindly before squeezing out the skirts of your dress. At this point, you’d have to start over to get his footprints but also the now dirty water that began spreading amongst the floor. 

‘’If he can’t even treat his people right in the position he has now, then norns help us if he does become king..’’ 

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‘’Here, let me help you with that- I've finished most of my chores early,’’ Delilah offered, scampering to catch up while you carried the empty bucket of water down the dirt path to fill it up at the water pump.

You couldn't help but smile yet shook your head in dismay. Delilah was another servant amongst the palace, and a dear friend who strived to take care of you against Loki’s wrath as you did to her- as less harsh as he was to the others. 

‘’I appreciate it my friend but something tells me he’s got an eye out on this particular assignment so it’s safer i see it through to the end.’’

Delilah groaned and walked besides you anyway with the shake of her head. ‘’It’s not fair.. why is he so much crueler to you? Gods if only we could speak to All Mother-’’

‘’You know this is normal treatment from the royals, and Loki would just weasel his way from the truth to make it seem like his actions were merely a jest or something,’’ you shook your head, keeping your voice low while you looked at her seriously. ‘’Though I would heed what you say about the prince, we’re not too sure of his powers and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you were punished just by trying to reassure me.. He’s troubled but i think he just needs proper guidance..’’ 

Your eyes glanced over your shoulder towards the palace, exhaling deeply at the mere thought and shook off your own memories of what royal stresses could make you unintentionally do towards others. ‘’..Though it's probably hard to do when the All Father has two sons to take care of and the realms..’’

‘’You need not defend him Y/N, he already has his mother to do that,’’ Delilah teased with her voice low, pulling a smile out of you that nearly had you cover your mouth.

‘’Hush Delilah and let me work,’’ you giggled and finally set the bucket down upon reaching the water pump. 

It was an older model, probably kept to keep the servants humble and working where you’d have to constantly pump the lever until water spilled out- filling the trough below. Then, you’d dunk the bucket into the trough and fill it up. It would be easy if there wasn't so much upper body strength involved- something you always had a hard time maintaining and wished you could ask your friend for help if the risks were not too high.

‘’By the way, you're going to have to pump the lever a little slower this time. Whoever used it last, must have done something to mess it up.’’ Delilah shook her head with the roll of her eyes. ‘’It was probably that foolish stable boy.’’

‘’Oh leave him alone, he’s new.’’ you laugh before moving over to the level, stretching your limbs before you would begin. ‘’See you at the evening festival?”

Delilah laughed and crossed her arms. ‘’You make it seem like we are there to enjoy ourselves rather than work.’’

‘’Perhaps one day,’’ you shrugged, offering empty hopes but the dreams are what helped the two of you keep a peaceful mind. It would be fun one day just to feast, drink and dance.

‘’Right.’’ Delilah laughed sarcastically before offering a goodbye wave and scurried off to head towards the kitchens.

Your demeanor slowly changed from cheerful, to determination while you wrung out your hands to prepare yourself for the bullshit you were forced to do because a certain someone decided to dump your bucket. Grasping the lever firmly, you raised it up- the height having your hands stop right at your chest, before you pushed it down with effort, bending down enough where you were generously leaning forward before you were quick to raise yourself back up. 

Up and down, up and down, the slow work managed to be getting a few drops in while you seemed to sweat much faster. What helped you cope was mumbling to yourself with choice curses towards the prince of Asgard and how one day perhaps the gods will give him what was coming to him. 

Just as you began to watch the promising, slow flow of the water begin to spill out, remaining in your bent position to catch your breath, the feeling of two slender hands could be felt ghosting right over your hips, threatening to grasp.

You jumped so hard you nearly rammed your abdomen with the lever and spun around, wide eyed and shocked while the prince himself stood standing before you, clearly amused of your reaction he dared to have caused.

He just touched you!?

‘’My my, what a particular position you’ve chosen for yourself darling, are you perhaps trying to persuade the men around here to help you with that?” he smirked, looking upon you like you were some scared virgin while you glanced at your progress dripping away to a stop. 

‘’I need no help, i am fully capable of doing it myself.’’ you ground out, your hands clutching at your dress nervously while you could still practically feel his hands ghost against your hips. 

‘’Then why are you stopping?” he mocked, hands clasped behind his back as if to prove he had done nothing wrong but stand there and stood there he shall, making no effort to move away from his current position where your backside would practically pressing up against him if you were to bend again.

‘’I’m making sure you aren't in need of assistance with your presence here,’’ you said carefully, red cheeked but trying not to glare at him while you subtly demanded what he wanted.

Loki looked over the trough as if he were inspecting it before looking over you from head to toe with the shake of his head and a smirk hidden behind his intentions. ‘’Nope, no assistance. Just enjoying the lovely.. Lovely.. Outdoors today. Carry on.’’ his voice grew seductive at his hints, making your cheeks redden much more while you hesitated where he stood.

He had been cruel to you before, but never before dared touch you. It wasn't uncommon, you’ve seen him at play with the others amongst the palace who were more than willing to go along with him- often crying after- but you had never been set in his sights to be laid a finger upon. 

Until now..

Clearly he wasn't going to move, and there wasn't necessarily a better angle to get into to get this damn water that was already difficult to retrieve, so you straightened yourself, jaw tense and he could see every ounce of hatred radiating off of your body while you slowly moved back in front of him. You hated giving him the reaction that he was looking for, but what were you supposed to do? If you didn't react, he might think this behavior was okay. If you reacted with anything other than hatred- gods forbid he would think you were liking this. 

Your hands wrapped around the lever with so much tightness, you were almost picturing it being his throat while you could hear the low chuckle from behind you. Drawing in a breath, you kept your eyes forward and pushed down the lever, your body following down before you’d snap yourself up as quickly as you could.

The worst part was, you couldn't hear him anymore- and you weren't going to look over your shoulder to check because all kinds of emotions were running through you right now. Your cheeks were a permanent shade of red by now and you knew you couldn't move too fast or the water would never come out- curse that stable boy. 

After pumping for a solid thirty seconds, you finally felt those slender hands return to your hips, this time adding more pressure where there was no doubt he was there. 

‘’Mm one would think that you are doing this on purpose..’’ Loki said seductively, almost sounding like he was right at your ear but all you felt was his hands on your hips. ‘’Are you trying to seduce the second prince of Asgard? Ensure your stay here? Earn some type of benefits hmm? Perhaps thinking you’re better than everyone else?” 

Your hands clenched harder while you white knuckled the lever, pulling it up with such haste, it was almost startling. ‘’I’m trying to do no such thing-’’

‘’Are you a virgin Y/N? You get startled like one but something tells me you’ve got better skills elsewhere than what you’ve been hired to do..’’

He cut your rebuttal out of your mouth when those hands pulled you back but an inch before you felt something large, something hard pressed up right against your behind. 

Heat ran all over your body before you wretched yourself out of his grip and whipped around to face him, hands- by the mercy- staying at your side to keep from punching him while your mouth ran free.

‘’Pig-!”

‘’Excuse m-!”

‘’Loki!” Frigga’s voice rang out where both of you simultaneously turned to watch as the All Mother came smiling with her handmaid’s at her heels. ‘’I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

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