A Loki X Reader for 

KEY-

(Y/N) - Your Name

(S/T) - Skin Tone

(E/C) - Eye Color

(H/L) - Hair Length

(H/C) - Hair Color

Inspired by the fact that we love the original Loki from the first Thor movie and believe they ruined his character.
As fans of this mischievous trickster our idea is that yes- he's flirty but it's not to have some sort of way with the maids around his home, but rather just to hear their voices and sweet giggles that make him happy to know he was able to put a smile on someone's face and make their day. We personally miss the old Loki and wish his original personality would come back with the old morals Frigga had taught him in her attempt to teach him to do good even when evil was done to him.

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     At last- the dreams of many come true for one. She's elated to earn the position as a maid in the palace of Asgard. Was it the position she had studied for? No, she wanted to be a cook, but a maid would do just as well. She knew how to be clean, how to dress a maiden of high nobility. The woman hugged the letter written in golden ink as the other ladies around her marveled at their sister. None were truly related, but they acted as sisters. 

         "It says Queen Frigga herself will be greeting you!" Annota giggled, "Oh, to be in your shoes (Y/N)!"

         "If you were in my shoes you all would be shaking like leaves!" The group around the fair maiden laughed, knowing it was true, "Now, please, leave me be to get ready. You're all making me even more nervous!"

The audience of young women left as they giggled, protesting in jest as (Y/N) closed the door with a delicate sigh. 

     She did not have much to pack away, only needing a small carpet bag to hold her three dresses, two shoes and nightgown. A fourth dress, meant for travel, flowed about her feet, being of a simply beige linen that hugged her waist. Her only piece of jewelry hung around her (S/T) neck; a thin chain of gold given to her by her elder sister, who had been an actress before an illness took her lovely, angelic face away. Some say she was poisoned, because her rival took her place soon after, but (Y/N) only knew she was gone.

         "My rose!" The woman turned upon hearing the nickname, frowning when she saw the stable boy.

         "Hello, Damien," she mustered a smile.

         "Where do you go on such a fine day without your steed?" he questioned, holding up a bright red rose that matched (Y/N)'s plush lips. She pushed it back to his chest. She knew this day would come, but he was ever so persistent.

         "I have been chosen by Queen Frigga herself to become a maid of the Palace," she watched as his happy expression fell, "I have accepted, and am saying my final 'farewells'." 

To this the stable boy, Damien, shook his handsome head.

         "My sweet rose- you want to be a cook, not a palace concubine."

(Y/N) slapped him, knowing full well his thoughts on the maids of the palace, but this was her chance. Besides it was Frigga, mother of Thor, wife to Odin, who had chosen her, not some palace guard or one of the two brothers known for being cocky or flirtatious. The rose in his hands fell to the ground as the man in front of her felt the reddening imprint on his cheek. His striking blue eyes glanced back at her beneath black locks.

         "I see-" the stable boy nodded, and walked away, leaving (Y/N) teary eyed for acting so rashly towards him when he only had her better interests in mind.

     What had been a rather enjoyable day turned to one of sudden fear as the lingering doubts planted by Damien's thoughtless words spoiled (Y/N)'s hopes. She fidgeted with her bag's handles, quite unladylike as she neared the palace. The woman had no money to pay for a ride, and she doubted Queen Frigga would approve of her riding her horse into the gates. She presented the letter to the palace guard, who only nodded her through without a second glance. 

         'At least I am not desirable in their eyes-' She thought with a mild amount of relief, though a nagging sliver of hurt stabbed her pride. Damien had believed her desirable. 

     (Y/N) was greeted, as the letter announced, by Queen Frigga, who took her bag despite the younger woman's kind protest. Of course, one can only argue with a Queen for so long- meaning hardly at all. Frigga held such a motherly and soothing countenance, it was hard to argue with her anyway. Of course, this did not help the rising questions stop their bubbling and nagging at the new maid's mind.

         "I know," Frigga suddenly started after a short silence, "You wish to be a cook, but I have hired you as a maid, do not fret about this, there was no mistake."

         "I-"

         "Of course you didn't suspect me of making a mistake, not many do," she chuckled softly, earning wide (E/C) eyes from the younger woman walking beside her, being careful not to accidentally step on the flowing skirts of the Queen's dress, "There's something in you hard to find in others: a strong will. So many women wish to be maids only for the experience of a nobleman, or they come with good intentions only to fall to such temptations because of kind words and handsome faces."

         "Your majesty- I must defend my fellow ladies who have been deceived. Promised pretty lives with beautiful children only to earn the streets and dishonor."

         "Was this what you feared when Damien asked for your hand?"

(Y/N)'s mouth flopped up and down like a fish as the golden woman before her giggled at her expression of horrified befuddlement.

     The doors to the maid's quarters opened, and Frigga greeted the other women's curtseys with a nod. She passed these into a hallway of carved cobblestone with designs of flowers on the floor, somehow crisp and pristine despite the many generations of treading feet. They came to another maid's quarters, only three in this room of many bunks, ten in all. There had been at least seven maidens in the past room. Frigga placed (Y/N)'s feathery light bag on a bunk closest to the door with no handle or knob. There were three doors in the circular room. Two made of heavy oak and iron handles with locks, facing parallel to each other, while the one with no seeable way in or out looked more like a jade wall.

         "(Y/N), these are your fellow maidens." Frigga gestured to the three who had lined up in a polite row, "On the right is Dottany," a heavier set woman with raven black hair waved excitedly, "Reagan is in the middle," the strawberry blonde nodded her head, "and last but not least, Helga," this woman smiled with rosy pink lips, though much of her body was a covered in blotches of black skin that puzzled the eye. "Ladies, this is (Y/N), your new sister."

         "Nice to meet you," the newest addition to the family greeted.

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     Becoming a maid instead of a cook she did not expect. Queen Frigga, wife of Odin hand picking her for refusing a betrothal that might have interrupted her own dreams she did not expect, nor making new, unique friends or finding that they had adored her sister when she had been living and even been allowed to see her act had she expected. So why was she suddenly so adamant to refuse this once in a lifetime offer suddenly? It had been nothing but wonderful surprises. Why was she rethinking this choice?

         "My next book, please."

She was the fourth maiden to care for Loki Laufeyson.

         "Yessir-" she spoke quickly to hide her nervousness, not that the man didn't notice. Anyone who was in her position would be nervous. They always were.

     She took the tome he had finished daintily, only taking the corner with strong, petite fingers. The leather bound book was then slipped back in it's place before the woman looked for the next one he had asked for. It was a series of histories, so it shouldn't be hard to find, as all of them were in order- 

(Y/N) frowned.

Why wasn't it there?

She blinked to clear her vision, for a second swearing that she had seen it but it had disappeared in mere moments. She glanced at the noble simply sitting there, admiring a glass of water that made rainbows dance in it's crystal cup. (Y/N) looked back to her job at hand, closing her eyes and feeling the line of books with a (S/T) finger from the first book he read and counted. When she came to five, she took the book and gave it to him. 

         "Ah, thank you," he took it and flipped to some page that interested him.

         "M-"

         "Of course you can," he answered her unsaid question, "I do enjoy hearing pretty words fall from pretty lips."

(Y/N) fought the blush by replacing it with disgust, hiding her icy tone by pinching the palm of her hand.

         "Since you have given me permission to speak candidly- If you could, your highness, please refrain from using these tricks of yours to confuse me, it will only make my performance less than adequate."

         "I thought your performance was very adequate," he replied, eyes never leaving his book, which by now had bored him. "Rather intelligent, actually."

Again she refused to let the pink flush of her cheeks show as she frowned.

         "Thank you, sir."

     A long silence then enveloped the two. Normally Helga would be watching over the young lord at this time while (Y/N) prepared his meals, something she was very grateful to be able to do, but the poor woman had been developing a cough and did not dare spread anything contagious to the noble they obeyed. (Y/N) knew it was nothing contagious. She knew contagious and that was her sister's illness. Helga simply had a dry throat from the waning summer season to autumn. But she was one to worry and assume the worst, so here (Y/N) is, watching over a flirtatious lord who was merely bored because she refused to play his games.

         "Your previous suitor's words are nagging at you- and after it's already been so long?"

     The maiden jumped nearly out of her skin as Loki's words were breathed from behind her. She pointed her attention to the same man still in his chair. He sipped his water leisurely.

         "I believe my thoughts and memories are my own, your highness," she answered, shuffling her feet uncomfortably at his double's proximity, fluttering his fingers over her (H/L), (H/C) hair as if the individual strands would break from the softest breeze.

         "Of course," the man in the seat disappeared, making (Y/N)'s panic rise, "my apologies."

She let a breath leave her lips once he stepped back, and she turned, watching as he put his own book away.

         "Still, I cannot help but be curious." Another double appeared from the corner of her eye, cleaning the tea tray- "You left a man who clearly loved you. Same caste as you with no real danger or risk if you did accept his proposal. Trustworthy, able to keep promises, handsome even."

     (Y/N) thought of Damien- He had loved her so devotedly, even after she had refused his proposal, bent on changing her mind with sweet gifts, gentlemanly ways and promises always kept. But she wanted to be a cook in the palace walls, knowing there she would be well off without a doubt, doing something she adored, working for her living.

         "Instead you choose to come here and be my maidservant."

(Y/N) flared at hearing this, ears tinting red with bridled anger. She gave a glare at the man who had his back turned.

         "You're going to burn a hole in my vest," he noted, "do be candid again, I rather enjoyed it earlier."

         "If his highness must know," (Y/N) grinded her teeth together in an attempt to remain calm and not slap this cocky nobleman, "I did not choose to be your maidservant, not as my preferred position. I wanted to be a cook, but Queen Frigga chose me to be a maid instead. I was unaware I was going to be employed under you. As for my previous suitor, I had and have no interest in a pretty life spent in a fairytale. I will work my share as long as my bones may allow."

         "Work your share?" Loki inquired, finding new interest as his doubles worked around the stiff woman, one even placing a plush seat beneath her, (Y/N) sitting upon the cushion subconsciously.

         "Of course, what good am I doing sitting in some living room reading stories and sewing while I can be here, earning my meals and my room. No cook means no meals for warriors, those of you who have a voice in the courts. No ladies in waiting or maids mean more messes for noblemen and women to clean themselves, resulting in less time to practice your speeches to speak for the common people, to research what is going on in your cities." 

Loki offered a glass of wine, surprised as the woman took it with a sigh, sipping on it daintily.

         "I am useful here, I would be just another wife if I had accepted Damien's proposal."

         "You think your position special?" Loki chuckled into his own glass of wine, "Do you believe you are some heroin?"

(Y/N) glared at the man once more over the rim of her glass.

         "I believe I am another essential part that keeps your flawless life smooth."

     It was Loki's turn to frown. Her previous suitor's words had obviously poisoned her mind into thinking all noblemen and palace guards had ill intent towards pretty women. Indeed, this woman was a sight to behold, even now as she sipped on her wine in an agitated manner. The man smirked behind his glass. She was ever so cautious around him yet here she is, drinking an alcoholic beverage without the slightest thought of it being drugged. Was it? No, of course not, but the thought amused the black haired, pale faced man.

         "You see a maid's point of view. An outsider's point of view, both biased. We who rule this land with loving hands have far from flawless lives. Family disappoints family, brothers become strangers- and loneliness claws at our hearts."

(Y/N) glanced at her master with a shamed expression. She forgets they hide their inner turmoil so well to keep the public happy.

         "Forgive my candidness," she set the cup on the table nearest to her as she stood, but Loki, or perhaps it was another double, motioned for her to sit once more.

         "Please, I hold no anger or discontent in hearing your story. You have something very unique and rare; A strong will. It is admirable, and I find your growth inspiring. Would you be so kind as to tell me more of yourself? I know Helga, Dottany and even Reagan's stories, all unique, but yours I have not been given the pleasure of hearing from your lips."

         "Haven't you seen all you need from my own mind?" (Y/N) raised a brow, enjoying the witty chuckle of the polished man sitting across from her.

         "It's not nearly as fun or melodious to listen to as your own voice."

She let the blush rise to her cheeks this time as she hummed, a ghostly smile brushing her lips into curls at their dainty edges, relieved happiness showing as sparkles swam in her (E/C) eyes. 

         "What stories would you like to listen to first, then?"

         "Whatever you believe to be appropriate, dear maiden."