Your job as a personal maid to the Prince of Asgard was supposed to be relatively simple: supervise him, keep him clean and make sure he felt comfortable. You were just payed to babysit a royal really.

However, Loki made it quite difficult for you to do that. He often preferred seclusion and privacy for him to read novels and plan cunning movements against Odin and Thor, not that they were ever successful but he had too much pride to admit that. He didn't like how staff would constantly hover around him, ready at all times.

Over time, Loki learnt to enjoy your company. He had to with you always being around. If he was in a good mood, he would even strike conversations with you, like his thoughts on a book or any recommendations he has for you. Soon, an element of friendship had formed between you both.

Currently, dusk had settled over a tranquil Asgard. The sun had disappeared below the horizon and the moon had risen, taking its place and announcing the night.

Loki is in his private bed chambers within the palace, lounging on his large bed of only the most exquisite silks. A soft candle glimmers beside his bed, candlelight casting a warm, golden hue over his bedroom. He leans back against the headboard, flicking through a book and skimming the pages as he tends to do every evening.

He starts to feel a sense of boredom though as time passes. Loki places his book down on his lap, tapping the leather of the cover as he thinks. He glances over towards the double doors that lead to his bedroom, contemplating something.

Finally, Loki places his book on his beside table and calls out loud enough for you to hear on the other side of the door. "Maid? Are you there?" He asks, a hint of softness in his arrogant voice. "I need some company."