Synopsis: When you arrange the first Christmas ball in Asgard in four years, you attract attention from the one prince you never thought you’d get it from—Loki.
A/N: I’m so sorry about this being late! I have an infection in my cheek from my wisdom tooth, and it’s been causing a lot of problems! But anyways, enough about my problems, I hope you like it!
You stood against the wall, a small pink drink in hand as you watched the dance playing out in front of you. Girls and goddesses twirling in their ball gowns, princes and gods leading their partners. It was the Yule Tide Ball, as you’d named it, and you were loving every second of what you’d created.
You weren’t a princess, and you certainly were no goddess, but you certainly felt a little more important than just any servant. You’d worked for Odin himself, planning the first ball on Asgard in four years, and as a reward you were allowed to attend as more than a maid. You wore a golden dress with subtle green accents, and you had never seen your hair in such beautiful curls. No, tonight you were more than just a servant. You were a guest.
And you were not unnoticed, either. For once in your life you weren’t invisible, but under the watchful gaze of Prince Loki, the God of Mischief himself. You’d served him a few times—and wished that he was your permanent assignment—but until tonight, he’d never actually given you any sort of attention.
Every time you would glance his way, his blue eyes would narrow slightly and the corner of his mouth would curve in a soft smirk as he held your gaze. You finished your drink and placed it on the tray of one of the other servants, who gave you a look that could kill. When you turned back to seek out Loki’s relaxed yet regal form, he was gone.
You felt a pang of disappointment as your eyes searched the room for his long raven hair. He was the outcast child, of course, but you’d always held a sort of admiration for him that you couldn’t explain simply.
“Quite the gala you’ve put together,” A low voice said from behind. Spinning on your heel, your heart skipped a beat as you found Loki looking you over.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” you rushed out, following with an immediate curtsy. People had instructed you to just call him Loki, that he “didn’t deserve any higher form of addressing,” but you thought the very opposite. He deserved the title just the same as anyone else in that family.
He quirked an eyebrow and waved his hand dismissively. “Let’s skip the formalities tonight. What is your name?”
You tried not to let it disappoint you that he didn’t know your name, it wasn’t like he was constantly around you—and people rarely addressed you by your actual name.
“(Y/N), Your Highness.” You squeaked, meeting his intense blue eyes.
“Just Loki is fine for now,” He murmured, his gaze making a quick sweep of the room—looking for Prince Thor, perhaps. “Tell me, how did you manage to get permission to do this?”
You were almost at a loss for words, and too many seconds passed before you came up with a comprehendible sentence. “A little convincing and a lot of persistence. Odin—His Majesty—rejected my proposal at first, but after some time came back and asked me to begin making preparations.” You couldn’t help the pride that leaked through into your tone, not because you enjoyed working with Odin, but because you had proved yourself as more than just a brainless maid.
Loki almost looked impressed as he took an intimidating step towards you. “I must say, not many in your position would have pressed the matter as you did.”
You shrugged and smiled softly up at the prince. “I don’t have much to lose, Your H—Loki.” You corrected yourself, earning an amused chuckle.
“Would you like to take this elsewhere?” He suddenly asked, tongue peeking out to wet his thin lips.
He could, of course, lead you somewhere and kill you, but like you said—you didn’t have much to lose. So you agreed.
The last thing you saw before the scenery changed was a green haze, and then you were standing parallel to Loki in a dimly lit room. You recognized it immediately, you were in his room.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked, fully prepared to consent to whatever he was mulling over.
Loki considered your question, his eyes meeting yours when he’d made up his mind. “A game of chess.”
He grinned, and a wooden chess board appeared on his bed.
