#the maid and the god

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The Maid And The God

Chapter Three

(Fem!reader, Enemies to lovers, angst, spit, cursing, some violence, 18+)

“Mom? What’s going on? Why are you-how?”

“ Shhh my love come here mommy’s got you”

She held your body while you lay in your bed. She made you feel safe. “What’s been going on sweetheart? Tell me everything” you didn’t quite understand what she meant, yet somehow knew exactly what she meant

“oh mom it’s loki. He’s awful! He always has made me feel so out of place and uncomfortable! I-I don’t know how to act. I don’t understand why he is so intimidating! Or why his parents love him! Who could love such a wretched”-

“Uh uh darling” her fingers shush your lips. “There is a lot you don’t understand my dear. I know your hurting. I know your scared but-“

You can’t control the sobs falling down your face “I am scared. I’m so damn scared mom. I don’t know how to do any of this without you. Everything was fine. Then he showed up and he’s ruined everything! I fear anything I do will start fights with him….I’m afraid I’m already on his bad side.”

You can’t stop rambling to her, crying harder then ever before. “I don’t know what I ever did to him. And now I work for him! And -and” you sniffle into your fist. “I feel so helpless. Why am I here? What am I doing? A servant got a greedy jerk! Everything’s so scary without you mom”

She holds you tighter. You missed her every day and you feel years of pain pooling out. “Hush now my little dove. Mommy’s got you”. You cried and cried into her until you could no longer. Exhaustion had hit you. Your eyes heavy and head resting on her chest. She smelt the same. Like lavender and her special perfume. You lay in her cocoon arms until you drift asleep.

The sun hits your skin and you bat your eyes. “Mom!” You call out. Gasping for air. But it was only a dream. You feel your heart sink. “Oh…” that sadness and overwhelming feeling you had comes back. Today was just a sad day. You drag yourself out of bed and step into your shower. You look in the mirror at yourself as you take each item of clothing off. You step into the shower feeling the warm water trickle down your body. You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream you had.

With each motion of washing your body your mind replayed the dream. Her smell, her arms, the way you felt so safe and finally could be vulnerable. But what did she mean? About loki? You shake the thought. You didn’t want to think about him just now. You hadn’t felt so happy and safe in so long. “If only I could sleep forever so I could be with you mom” you say to yourself. You hadn’t been this depressed in a while, and today you just didn’t care.

Your mother was gone. You were alone. You had no friends and The Odinson’s weren’t truly family to you. “Ugh fuck this” you turn the shower off and change aggressively into casual clothes. You weren’t going to wear your uniform today. But you knew one thing for sure; you weren’t taking anyone’s shit today. You were angry now, so angry. Why was life so cruel to you? You didn’t deserve this. And now you have to deal with this monster of a being. Me fucking know it all, better then everyone. Pfft! Who did he think he was? And how dare he threaten you? And intimidate you? The nerve! Had had not near experienced the pain you had been through. So why the hell were you going to sit around and be scared of him?

You acquire your cleaning supplies and began. You started off making sure the halls were clean, polished, and dusted. You took your time today. Why rush? It’s not like your day could get worse. Or were you secretly avoiding seeing loki today? Another thought you pushed aside. It had been a few hours and every part of the palace was perfect. You could see yourself in the floors reflection. You had made Frigga and Odins bed, Thors bed even though he rarely is around. He apparently does quests with a team called the avengers or something sometimes. You don’t pay much attention. Thor was lovely, but something about him never sat right. Yous used to be quite close when you were young, but as he got older and had more purposes and missions to fulfil he was almost too good? Self righteous almost?

Loki had this love/hate relationship with Thor. And you loved getting close with Thor when he visited. It pissed loki off, and he also kept you safe…another thing you never will share to anyone. But god did he bother you. You wanted them to know what it is like to be human just for one day. You close Thors door and slowly make your way to your last room. You dreaded this, you took your time even more. Step by step you ease to his doorstep. “Here goes. Nothing I Guess”. You were defeated, tired, sad, angry, passionate, furious. And holding that in was giving you enough confidence and strength to get through this next half hour. You Bang Open his door- it was locked, unlike the rest. “Loki open the fucking door”. Within seconds it swings open. And behold Loki stands in front of you. A calm expression on his face.

“Can you move. I have work to do like today”. He looked taken aback. “Well my my, aren’t we a grumpy little bird to”-

You raise your hand to shush him “not today loki” you state. Your tone cold and dominant. “I’m cleaning and I’m gone. You won’t even know I was here alright? Save your fighting for literally anyone else” you roll your eyes.

Loki doesn’t speak he just watches you in disbelief. You had never spoken to him like that. A big bubble of energy filled you. Look at you to! You stood up to him and Gods did it feel good. But you also held your breath in fear this would backfire. You needed to do this fast before loki changes his mind from being this calm person to starting another fight. Most of his room was clean from yesterday, almost like it was untouched. His bed and desk were the only things needing attending. “ Gods Y/N, you look like you haven’t slept.” There was a pause. You turn and look at Loki. Was he concerned? Why was he asking? “It’s absolutely disgusting and I don’t want to see my maid looking this way. Oh and your clothes. Why are you not in your uniform?” He scoffs. “Gods your pathetic.” You suck in a tight breath. There it was. Why did you even tempt the thought of him caring? You finishing tucking his sheets in and making his bed look perfect. “Firstly it’s absolutely none of your fucking business. Secondly there’s so much I want to respond to that, but your not worth the air loki. Your room is done, my duties are done for the day. I am leaving”.

You begin to storm out but suddenly hear the sound of a cup falling and smashing. Gritting your teeth your turn around on your heel. “Oops. Guess you missed a spot.” He smirks and watches you as You sigh. Of course he did that. You get down on your knees and pull out paper towel and some spray. “Oh and one more thing” loki says. You see his shoes first, he was right in front of you. You tilt your head up slowly but suddenly feel his hand fist your hair, forcefully pulling your head up. Loki leans in close to you his warm breath touching your face. “Remember who the fuck your talking to before you come in here with that attitude” And he did something you were not ready for. He spits across your face in disgust you try pulling away but your small head is in his large grip. “Your fucking pathetic. You are just a maid and nothing more. Now clean it up” he throws you to the floor your head almost hitting the ground.

You listen to his footsteps walk away and when you hear he’s gone you burst into tears. Today definitely got worse. Your chest ached & your eyes welled with tears. Who did you think you were? Talking to a literal god like that? You hated yourself more. You rapidly clean the mess and race back to your bedroom. You spent the rest of the evening crying. You were so hurt, in such a pain you couldn’t comprehend. You needed your mother. How could you let someone like loki treat you this way? Why did it matter if he was a god or a nobody? Why did he hate you so much?

You cried so hard you passed out asleep and when you finally woke it was still dark. What time was it? You didn’t move, you didn’t eat. You just ached. The room was silent for some time but soon you heard a little creek of your door. Startled you freeze up. “Y/N? …it’s uh..it’s Loki”.

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How would Narinder react if he saw Lamb in his own old divine robes/maid dress? 👀

Carries the god of death around like a bag of potatoes

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zl wedding (again)

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completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

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Maid dress Tele before bed 🫶🏾

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Religion in your lips 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: A turning point had been established in your relationship with the president. Or several..

Part: ← ii →

Warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, creepy/perv Coryo, misogyny, masturbation (m), wet dreams, emotional abuse, manipulation, mentions of grooming, allusions to murder, objectification.

A/N: I need him expeditiously. Also I’m so sorry that this is so late! I’m working as fast as I can!

A dastardly crime you had unwillingly committed, you had began to not only wedge yourself into the life of the president, you also absentmindedly plagued his whole being. One week, one week of work and you were already a problem.

Coriolanus couldn’t help the way you became his muse, you occupied every free and taken crevice of his mind, yet you were so blissfully ignorant of the predator so carefully stalking your move; waiting for a prime opportunity to pounce. The President was a smart man however, he knew that patience was key, and if he wanted to have you at all, he needed to be careful.

Everyday he’d watch from his office as you took your lunchtime break, sitting within the gardens of the presidential estate and chatting with the gardeners. Taking notice of which flowers you seemed to be drawn to, as to which he decided he’d get you a bouquet of your favorite under the feign guise of thankfulness. Testing the waters he thought.

So Coriolanus couldn’t help but feel satisfied when he saw the small smile on your face. Was it that easy to impress you? Nevertheless, he felt immense satisfaction when you tucked the little note he wrote into your front pocket and took one of the flowers to place in your hair.

The young president swore he’d never care for another again, yet here he stood, in lust with a simple worker, and sooner or later he was going to get what was his. To get you.

——

“Gypsophila is a highly toxic flower, deadly if consumed. But it is very pretty.” You rambled to the president as he sat sipping tea. The most beautiful sight you were, so full of life, so happy, oh how he craved to posses you; to destroy the youthful innocence you paraded like a trophy.

“Interesting indeed.” Coriolanus nodded, his gaze never leaving your perky chest and silky hair. A beat of comfortable silence passed when young Snow remembered his fiancée’s behavior, the dwindling aggravation now building up again. “And i’d like to apologize on behalf of my bride-to-be. She is a little shall I say.. enraging at times” He sighs and leans back.

“Worried I was not Coriolanus.” Your smile and innocent acceptance made him furious in a way. The need to sink his teeth into you was almost overwhelming. He wanted to cut you open and crawl inside your ribcage. This was a feeling he’d known never before, and he was positive it’ll linger for the rest of his natural life. Before you blessed him with your presence, he had yet to see someone so willing to do a good job, your aura was addicting.

“You know, I don’t really love her.” The words left Coriolanus’ lips before he could stop himself. He almost chuckled at the way your brows furrowed.

“My condolences? Why.. are you marrying her then?”

“You know, capital business.” He sighs and leans back. If only he had picked you! Such a scenario had swept through his mind many times since he’d met you. If only he could’ve waited. “Such a shame I choose such a…brat.” He scowled at the thoughts of his fiancée.

The look on your face was somewhere between shocked and startled. It was amusing how Coriolanus could tell you were biting your tongue to hold back your own thoughts on his future beloved.

“Allow me to not meddle in your personal business Coriolanus.. but I suppose if you want unsolicited advice, it’s never too late to change your mind. You’re already president. One called off marriage won’t kill you” your polite voice was so calming to the achy soul he possessed. The young Snow knew you had no idea of his intentions for you, and that thought was delicious.

“I appreciate your insight darling. I shall think about your words carefully. I fear you’re too smart for the position you hold at the moment.” He chuckles. You deserved the seat of First Lady, the title of his wife, do be the mother of his future kids, and it took every molecule of his being to hold back from expressing that desire.

Comfortable silence fell into the room, only the quiet scuffling of feet or sipping tea piercing the lack of noise. The thought of being so comfortable with a person was a concept so foreign to Coriolanus. the last person he was comfortable with had betrayed him, left him to die in the forest. Something about you, however, was different. His songbird didn’t see what she missed, she craved the wild life she had. You enjoyed order, respected Panem, you’d never leave him like she did. You’d never leave him like she did. A pang of vulnerability struck the president’s chest. Could he really trust you? Would you betray him like she had? No, you wouldn’t, because he could control you. And you’d let him.

If the want wasn’t already clear enough in its mind, that moment solidified it. He had to get rid of Livia. He had to have you. and then his face falls in the same breath. A foreign thought crossed his mind at the same time though. What if you already had someone? The idea made him seethe. How dare someone else have what’s his? He’d ask you. No need to jump to conclusions right?

“Darling. You’ve never mentioned any kind of boyfriend? Don’t mind my prying, I’m just curious.” He says in masterly hidden mock confusion.

“Oh uh.. I was dumped actually. Right before I took this job. He said he needed to focus on himself or whatever else they all say” his words adding a small flush to your cheeks.

Good. This was good. No, this was excellent. Single and vulnerable. Ready for the perfect man to save you from your pain and heartbreak, ready for a strong and handsome man like him to make you feel worthy again. He couldn’t have written this better himself.

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry. He sounds like a dunce, you’re clearly too good for him anyway.” Coriolanus smiles, opening up the door of careful manipulation.

A bloom of pink popped into your cheeks at his words. “Thank you Mr. President. I’m thankful we’re over. And I appreciate your compliment.” Your murmur back was almost funny. And the attempt to hide the flush on your face with turning and dusting a random surface was funnier to him.

“You’re welcome darling.” His short response and wink made your heart beat visibly faster, but he chose just to let you do your job and not bring it up. Mentally he was kicking himself. For having you so close yet unreachable. How was he supposed to get rid of his bride-to-be? It would be a scandal, one too big to cover. The Cardew family would stop at nothing to tear him down if he left her, he’d lose all he had. Amidst his thinking, he stood up and pleaded against the bookshelf you were dusting. “You can tell me if Livia says something rude. You’re a maid, yes, but you’re still a person. Don’t be scared to let me know if she’s making you uncomfortable.” He cooed smoothly.

“Will do. Thank you Mr. President. Though she isn’t that bad. We just got off on the wrong foot. But of course I’ll tell you if she does anything.” Your cheery attitude was refreshing. A light in a dull atmosphere.

“Thank you darling.” Coriolanus kissed your hand gently before leaving. What a gentleman.

——

Damn you and your little dress. Damn you and the fabric that clung to your curves so nice. How could he focus on anything? His eyes darted around his office, desperate to find something to focus on, and find something he did. A rag you’d left. A rag that you clipped onto your skirt to wipe off your forehead occasionally. Immediately, Coriolanus stood up and took the white fabric in his hands. It belonged to the manor, it was soft and good quality, and upon further inspection, it had a small stain on it. Your sweat.

His pants tightened as he brought the fabric up to his nose and took a whiff, your perfume lingered on the threads, teasing him. The thought of using Livia crossed his mind, after all, what was she good for if not as a tight cunt? But it felt almost insulting to you to fuck Livia in your place. The last time he did it left a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn’t just take you, not yet, he needed more time before he made his move. Left with no other options, Coriolanus locked his office with a click and sat down in his chair.

He freed his erections from the confinement of his pants and boxers, softly stroking his hardening cock with the marked cloth. The sight of his pre mixed with the little bit of sweat had him going crazy. The need for you was insatiable, he couldn’t help himself as he pumped his hand up and down his cock, stopping to tease the fat tip with his new prized possession. He brought the tag up to his nose to smell your scent again, pumping his dick as he inhaled the fumes. He came to the thought of spreading you open like a flower and indulging in your soaking pussy. He was only lightly embarrassed when his mind came to. Though it was drowned out quickly by the satisfaction of his orgasm. He needed you badly, and he was more determined than ever to get you.

——

Over the next few days he gave you small gifts, chocolate, a bracelet, an up in pay, all because he “felt bad you got broken up with” of course. He was a compassionate man, of course he cared about you! How dare you think he was just going this to get you to trust him and tell him more about your private life? He was. It was a little tiring having his other staff ask you the questions and then report back to him, but the smile and flush on your cheeks made it worth it. And his attempts weren’t in vain, the longer he pined, the more you told him, the more ammunition he had to get you to say more; a deliciously vicious cycle.

The more you trusted him, the more you told him about anything Livia did, He expected Livia to be an asshole. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she was rude enough that you said something. What Coriolanus didn’t expect, was for his fiancée to physically harm you. And especially not right in front of him. The soft thud and following mewl of pain from outside his office had caught his attention. He got up and went to the source of the sound, only to find his fiancée standing over your crumpled form.

“I thought your job was to clean? How are you supposed to get anything done if you’re such a klutz? Oh come on, that didn’t hurt” she taunted as you tried to get up off the floor. It was clear she pushed you, or tripped you in some way, that didn’t matter to Coriolanus though, she hurt you. And he was pissed.

“Hey, what the fuck happened here?” He demanded, anger pointed 100% at Livia, though the anger made you wince.

Livia turned around immediately, acting like she had found and helped you. “Oh It’s all okay Coryo, she was just cleaning and she fell, nothing to worry about, I was just making sure she’s alright!” Livia clutched her chest, gently helping you up. Coriolanus didn’t believe it for a second.

“Really? Is that true?” He said as he turned to you, eyes squinted in disbelief

You felt put on the spot, he’d be mad if you lied, but you couldn’t just tell him she did it and run the risk of her hating you more than she already did, so the former seemed best. “Y-yeah. She, she did find me. I just fell” you muttered sheepishly.

Coriolanus knew you lied, and that angered him, But he also knew that you would’ve told the truth if Livia wasn’t there. The knowledge that you were going to tell him everything after was comforting enough for him to huff and sigh “I’m sorry. I just don’t appreciate dawdling.” He sailed in an eerily calm tone. Livia snickered like she’d won something, and Coriolanus forced himself to just keep walking and not shout at his fiancée.

Young Snow was standing and peering out of the window in his office when he heard you open the door and walk in. He heard you gently start to clean the many books and surfaces that lined the room. Coriolanus liked that about you, you never spoke to him unless he spoke to you first, and it turned him on.

“My anger was not directed towards you.” He started “though I’m slightly miffed that you lied to me. Tell me what she actually did” he turned around to look at you, his face stern yet inviting as he waited for your explanation of the events.

He noticed your slight gulp and timid frame as you put down your rag to look at him. “She uh.. I was wiping down lamps in one of the lounges when.. she- she pushed me into a table, and a p-picture frame landed on my head..” your mumbles and stutters would have been cute if he was pissed off. The nerve that woman had, and to play victim too? He was just about at his wits end with her.

“It’s okay darling. I believe you. And I’m quite annoyed that she would abuse staff like that. She’s jealous that you’re better than she is, that’s all” he coos and walks towards you. He gently puts his large hands on your arms “you’re doing great. You’re the best maid I could’ve asked for. Now go finish your job for today. I’ll get you something for the inconvenience and I’ll talk with her.” He said as he leaned down and gently kissed your cheek.

——

“I don’t appreciate you abusing staff Livia.” His voiced was stern and unapologetic, the opposite of how he approached you, as he entered his quarters of the presidential manor.

“What could you possibly be talking about Coryo? If it’s about the maid then I told you, she fell and I found her. It’s not my fault she’s a klutz.” Livia scoffed at the mention of you.

Coriolanus slammed his hand on the wall, his eyes full of fire. “I didn’t give you permission to speak woman. Shes been working here 3 weeks and she’s ‘fallen’ twice. And both times she was conveniently in your surroundings. If it happens again I’ll be very, very disappointed.” He says through gritted teeth and goes to walk away but stops. “And my name isn’t Coryo. Its Coriolanus. I don’t care that you’re my fiancée, you’ll treat me with respect.” He demanded before pushing past her to take a much needed shower.

Falling into the clutches of morpheus came easier than expected that night. In the realm of dreams, Coriolanus' unconscious mind becomes a canvas of desire and longing. Your delicate form becomes the centerpiece of his erotic fantasy, envisioned sprawled across his desk, the epitome of seductive submission. As the dream unfolds, his touches and caresses paint vivid imagery, a private symphony of pleasure that reflects his deepening admiration and desire for you. Coriolanus' dream grows even more intense as you become increasingly sensual and inviting, giving yourself to him so fully and passionately. The boundaries of his imagination blur, and he loses himself in the intoxicating pleasure of your presence. He moans and groans, overtaken by the overwhelming sensations of desire and satisfaction. He whispers your name gently, his voice filled with both reverence and need

When his eyes cracked open to the rays of morning sunlight, he was both grateful for the opportunity of another day with you, and irked that he woke up to the sleeping body of his useless fiancée.

——

Coriolanus started looking forward to when you’d come into his office to clean and chat. What was once cold small talk had morphed into you telling him everything about yourself. How you were a recent academy graduate, you were open to but didn’t have any plans for University, you had a white cat named Pearl that you love like a child, and you preferred tea to coffee. All facts that seemed so mundane about others were so tantalizing coming from your lips.

“So this job is only until you decide on what you want to do? That’s a shame. You’re very good at it. Replacing you wouldn’t be fun. But I’m proud of you for working and earning money. Not many people do that in the capitol. Especially not those who come from rich backgrounds like you do.” Coriolanus said with feigned nonchalance as he absentmindedly stirred his tea.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of people who could clean the mansion just as well, if not better than I” your tone was sweet and soft, you’d never understand. No one could ever be you, you were too important, how would he survive without you? He wouldn’t.

Coriolanus stood up and chuckled “I’m sure, but none of them are as kind, or sweet, or as beautiful as you” he coos and tilts your chin up to look at him “none of them could captivate me like you have” he murmurs. This was a now or never moment. He couldn’t go back now, and with your big eyes preening up at him he couldn’t resist. He gently leaned down and captured your lips in his own, gently cradling your head and holding your face.

“Coriolanus..” you murmured and he gently broke away with a small smirk playing at the edges of his lips, his gaze cast down to look at your wide and surprised expression.

“Shhh.. I know you wanted that too darling, tell me to stop and i will” he mumbles as he captures your lips in his own again, gently waiting for you to accept the kiss. A wave of satisfaction washes over him as he fells you relax and accept the kiss, he grins against your lips as he feels you hands on his chest.

Your lips tasted of a sweetness he had never experienced, how he was meant to pretend he didn’t want you was a problem for the future, right now all that mattered where your lips and his desires. Getting rid of Livia may have to happen sooner than he anticipated.

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The Maid and The God

Chapter Four PART TWO

Lokis POV

(Angst, NSFW, sexyal features, violence, spit, 18+)

I watch as the timid girl begins to tear up in front of me. She looks confused and afraid. “Mom why are you?- how?”

"Shhh my love come here mommy's got you" my voice exaclty like her mothers. I pray she doesn’t realise it’s not really her mother. I sit beside her on the bed. I could feel the hurt she was feeling already. ‘Just play the part loki’ I told myself. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. And lay beside her. She instantly relaxed in my arms and it was hard to explain but…I quite liked it. Perhaps I could get some things out of her, understand her some more. "What's been going on sweetheart? Tell me everything" I say stroking her hair. She looks up at me her eyes glistening with fresh tears. Oh. This was a new look. I…I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. She looked so scared, and hurt, and broken. How much pain was this girl holding in? "oh mom it's loki. He's awful! He always has made me feel so out of place and uncomfortable! I-I don't know how to act. I don't understand why he is so intimidating! Or why his parents love him! Who could love such a wretched"- she blurts out gripping her mother’s clothing tightly. Hearing her choke up over…over me? Was I that terrible and persistent to her? I thought she would just get over it the second she walked away.

"Uh uh darling" I place my fingers on her lips I don’t think I can hear much more. I didn’t realise how much she disliked me. I need to diffuse this. I take a second to think, but I needed to think quickly. "There is a lot you don't understand my dear. I know your hurting. I know your scared but-" perhaps trying to let her see from a different perspective could help, but instead she cried harder and louder. Tears rolling down her cheeks now, and little hiccups popping from her trembling lips. “I'm so damn scared mom. I don't know how to do any of this without you. Everything was fine. Then he showed up and he's ruined everything! I fear anything I do will start fights with him...I'm afraid I'm already on his bad side. I’m afraid he will hurt me! And what have I done!? Nothing!” She continued on for some time and I hadn’t realised the impact I had on her. And I couldn’t help the ache in my chest hearing such things. “I don't know what I ever did to him. And now I work for him! And -and" she sniffles into her fist. "I feel so helpless. Why am I here? What am I doing? A servant to a greedy jerk! Everything's so scary without you mom. I’m scared. I’m so alone and out of place here…” she cries more.

My jaw drops hearing her words. Was I really this to her? It can’t possible be me!? I needed to think of something and calm her down. My arms on her tighten and I gently rock her back and forth. Something my mother done to me many times as a child. “Hush now my little dove mommy’s got you. You’re safe.” I humm softly and cradle her until I notice her sobs softening, her eyes getting heavy. I could sense the security she felt being in her mother’s arms again. I can’t help but feel a little sorry for her. She didn’t deserve this. But why am I all the blame? I had lots to think about. Time goes by and I hear soft squeal breathing from her mouth, her grip on my loosened. She was asleep. My heart was hurting. I look up at the ceiling for a moment holding this precious girl. Where do we go from here? What do I do now? Why the fuck am I so cruel to her? Was mother right? I shake my head. I didn’t want to think about that right nowz I can’t. I look down at Y/N, she looked so peaceful… So beautiful almost. I hadn’t paid much attention but tonight I couldn’t stop staring at every detail. How her hair lit up from the moonlight, her pink lips looked so soft and plump. Her perfectly shaped body in that tiny nightgown. Was I attracted to her? No. What the hell was I thinking? I’m just tired. In fact, feel guilty taking advantage like this, pretending to be her mother. But this was for me right? To make me feel less guilty for how I treated her today? Yeah of course I’m only doing this to save my ass. Not because I care or anything. Right?

Loki Began to seriously doubt himself and his intentions. Was he really doing this for himself? Or had he realised that Y/N deserved better? And what deep repressed feeling was he having to treat her this way?

I gently remove myself off the bed, watching for a moment as she sleeps peacefully on her pillow. My work here is done I believe. And I make my way back to my room. And I finally was able to sleep.

It was the next morning and i was up early. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. It was eating me up inside. I pace around my room until I’m startled by a knock at my door. “Loki open the fucking door” Y/N calls out. I chuckle at her attitude and step towards the door swinging it open. But it wasn’t how I was expecting. Her eyes had dark circles like she barely slept, she looked defeated. She had her casual clothes on, and had little effort to any part of her attires all she had was her cleaning equipment. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit empathetic for her, the poor girl, did just speak with her mother in a ‘dream’ I couldn’t imagine the toll that would’ve taken on her, but I thought it would’ve helped her instead, but she looked the complete opposite. "Can you move. I have work to do like today". She snaps. I can’t help but chuckle and step aside allowing her in. "Well my my, aren't we a grumpy little bird to"- she raises a hand and waves it in my face “Not today Loki. I'm cleaning and I'm gone. You won't even know I was here alright? Save your fighting for literally anyone else". She rolls her eyes and proceeds to do touch ups around the room.

"Gods Y/N, you look like you haven't slept." I say with a time of worry. She turns to me a confused expression in her face. But something in me changes. She noticed my worried expression. She can’t see that. I shake my head and clear my throat. "It's absolutely disgusting and I don't want to see my maid looking this way. Oh and your clothes. Why are you not in your uniform?" I scoff. But I take a second to notice what she was wearing. She wore a tight tank top that left little to the imagination. Was it wrong I was staring at her chest like that? She wore short jeans and sneakers. Plain, simple, but utterly arousing to the male gaze. Fuck what am I thinking? Get your head in it loki! Anger filled me again and frustration, this was painful to do. "Gods your pathetic." I say, my tone aggressive and rude. But I watch as a slight hopeful look on her face drops. And there she was again, that hurt little girl from last night. Shit what did I just do?

She finishes tucking my sheets in and making the already made bed look perfect. "Firstly it's absolutely none of your fucking business. Secondly there's so much I want to respond to that, but your not worth the air loki. Your room is done, my duties are done for the day. I am leaving" she yells and storms away. Her attitude was feisty. The way her body would sway as she walked away. Why was I getting this adrenaline every time she got mad at me? Where was she going? I didn’t want her to go. Not yet. Suddenly without thinking I smack my cup of water off my desk. A loud band and water seeping out on to the tiled floor. She turns around quickly with an annoyed look. And all I could do was chuckle and shrug “oops…guess you missed a spot”.

She sighs loudly and walks back over to me with a cloth. She slowly gets down on her knees and I choke up. She was so close to me. Her little body sitting so close below me. Why was I getting hot? It felt like the room became heated. Her pretty eyes looking up at me. Something primal was taking over. Was I that desperate that the house help was making me needy? Or was she actually attractive? Fuck! Why do I keep thinking this? I can just jerk off later, perhaps Its just been a while. If I get off later I won’t think about her again. She bends down and wipes the floor. Her breasts almost falling out her shirt, and the way she bent her back to stuck out her ass. Fuck. “Oh and one more thing” I say. I watch as she looks me in the eyes and something takes over. Was it pent up feelings of anger? Sexual frustration? I don’t know. I fist her hair and she gasps. I make sure she keeps looking at me. "Remember who the fuck you’re talking to before you come in here with that attitude" her cheeks flush bright red. “Your fucking pathetic!” I yell and spit on her face. Degrading her felt euphoric to me. A rush like no other. “You are just a maid, and nothing more now clean it up!” I yell. I let go off her hair and step back. Feeling quite pleased with myself. I storm off and exit the room. What had gotten into me? I wait in the hall across from me and hear her run out crying. I’d really done it this time havent I? I smack my head against the wall and sigh. “What has gotten into you loki?” I say out loud. I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing, what the fuck I am feeling. Do I hate her? Do I want to hate fuck her? Do I hate myself? I shake the thoughts away and make my way to my room again. Some down time could do me some good perhaps.

I lay in my bed staring at the wall. My mother’s words from the night before play in my head over and over. I spent hours thinking long and hard. And being vulnerable with myself is scary. Because I have to admit things I never wanted to. There’s a lot I am not ready to admit. But I do know I really have hurt Y/N and if there’s any chance we can love civilly I need to talk to her. And I believe I owe Y/N an apology while I’m at it. With an annoyed sigh I get out of bed. It was later now, the sky very dark, everyone had gone to bed again. And this time as myself, I walk to her door once more. I gently knock at her door and creek it open. Better now then never I guess. “Y/N? It’s uh…it’s Loki” I say softly.

[wackypomko]

god forgive my sins

[a-titty-ninja]

[creepfactors]

a man needs a maid

lord help me because im having many a serious thoughts about them; i reiterate the slowburn potential is wild!

[heartfullofleeches]

Anaïs [Octopus Maid Yan] with a Cthulhu-adjustact eldtrich horror darling- Upon finding his way onto land, the octopus quickly makes a home of the abandoned lighthouse near the cliffs of beach he washed upon. By pure coincidence or cosmic fate, the lighthouse ends up being the same location where the slumbering god's worshippers gather in fruitless trials to reawaken them. Anaïs stumbles across artistic depictions of what the god may look like in a form comprehensive to the mortal mind and thinks....

"They're.. beautiful...."

He now understands the lengths the regular humans go through to bring this being of pure beauty back to this reality. Darling following their revival views Anaïs the same way some might look at a pug- Surely his more... less desirable features comes from his ancestors breeding with the humans. He's easier to look at than most of their admirers. Cleans up blood far better than any of them did as well.

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[Darling shoves unspecified chunks of meat into one of their mouth with their tendrils as Anaïs mops up blood nearby. As the maid picks up the broken pieces of a chair - their tentacles entangle together.]

Anaïs: Ah! Hand holding?! S-so soon? You're so forward, my love-

Horror Darling: [grunting and chirping noises]

Anaïs: I feel the same way... Shall we gather up the rest of this meat for a picnic?