Note: Part 2 or 2
~Inspired by PIC
Summary: Loki is given a particular slave as a gift for another one of Asgard's victories.
Rating: R *this one will get dark*
By the time Loki reached his chambers, exhaustion already washed over him. He wasn't sure what he was more exhausting, the battle or dealing with his brother. And now he would have this slave he had to deal with on top of it all. He could always throw her back into her cell, has was very sure Thor wouldn't care to ask about his.. affairs by their next meeting. Yet something about this woman seemed to intrigue him. How has he not seen her down there before?
The guards outside his door greeted with a fist across their chest before opening his chambers to let him pass. He paid them no mind, more focused on the fact that by the time they shut the doors behind him, his shoulders finally slumped and his posture relaxed now that he was away from every judgmental eye in Asgard. Almost..
Leaning his back against the door, he inhaled and closed his eyes, taking a moment to concentrate before he felt weight lift off his body. Magic made it extremely helpful for removing his armor and cape, not wishing to have to deal with calling the maids so they could pester him silently with wandering eyes.
When he reopened his, he took sight of the Elf woman Thor so graciously donated to him. She sat on the floor, seeming to hug herself while she leaned her back against the foot of the bed. She expression was blank, and quite frankly he was surprised she hadn't tried to escape. Her legs were tucked under herself, any other position would have exposed her center and by the thought of that, Loki's eyes couldn't help but check anyway as he sauntered across the room. Her wrists had a pink tint to her white completion, showing the strain her bindings had for Norns knew how long.
Her eyes rose to meet his as he neared closer to the center of the room, wonder and mild fear on her features as she awaited for his next move, but to her hidden surprise, he passed her without acknowledgement.
He was tired, and made his way into the bathroom where he didn't bother closing the door. Candles were the only source of light here, he preferred it where it seemed to take on a calming affect from the daily unfortunates he has to deal with. A bath has already been drawn for him, and with another inhale and a flicker of light, the rest of his clothes were gone.
He could feel her eyes on him, although she tucked her chin low to seem like she wasn't. he was beautiful, as was she. He wondered how smooth her skin would feel beneath his fingertips. How silky her hair would be, bringing it up so he could inhale whatever scent they used to prepare her for his room. He was bewildered as to why they had left her in her slave covering, though a hint that Thor was behind it didn't leave room for him to figure it out.
Loki sunk himself into the water, it still being warm as he usually had the chamber maids prepare it around this time he escaped the parties. His eyes closed as he leaned himself back, submerging to his mid-chest and took in the silence besides the knocking feeling of this woman's eyes still on him.
''slave,'' he spoke, soft enough as if she were right next to him but he knew she had heard him from over there. A small smile threatened to tug at his lips that although his eyes were closed, he knew she had flinched at him breaking the silence.
With the soft sound of her feet, she made her way slowly over to the bathroom and paused at the doorframe, her eyes widened as if it were her first time seeing him unclothed.
''do not lie to yourself darling, I know you were watching before I even got in.'' he smirked, his eyes opening as he looked over to her, his arms raising to drape themselves across the edge of the tub in a casual position.
