Imagines

Requested* Loki, low-key flirting with you.

You called for me, your highness?" You say to the youngest Prince, your favourite Prince. "I did, I require some assistance," the Prince responds, "I require your assistance in dressing," he says, looking down at you with a grin, "I can not decide on what to wear for the meeting, and i thought YOU might be able to decide what i look best in," he comments. Swallowing, mostly in surprise, you nod your agreement, "I will co my best, your highness," you tell him, taking a quick glance up at him, before moving to his closet and looking through them, occasionally glancing over at him to work out what was best for him to wear.

Finally deciding, you pull out a green tunic with silver embroidery, which you knew to be armour, you then pull out black pants and pair them with some black boots. "Here you go your highness," you say, setting the clothes on his bed.

Heart racing, you wait with hands clasped for the Princes dismissal, to your amazement Prince Loki removes his tunic before heading to his bathroom. "I may need some assistance in here," the smirk on his lips almost audible, and it causes you to shift your weight nervously. "Of course, if you are uncomfortable, you can leave, " he comments, teasing you. Did you stay, or did you go?

Steeling yourself, you answer his proposal. "I will assist in any way I can your highness." A moment passed and Loki turns to you with a smirk and eyes gleaning. "If you wished to see me undress, you need only to ask," he teases as he frees himself from the confines of his pants and climbs into the bath. "I never could deny a beautiful maiden."

Embarrassed, you once again shift your weight and clear your throat, was he flitting with you or were you misinterpreting his words and actions? It wasn't the first time that the Prince had complemented you, but this felt different, and you didn't know why. "Of course," the Prince's voice breaks through your thoughts, "having a fair lady, such as yourself, touching me would be even better," he remarks, tone light and almost playful, almost daring you to come closer.

Seeing the naked Prince offering the sponge, with that dangerous smirk on his lips, causes you to hesitate for a brief moment, before you walk over to the edge of the bath and taking the offered sponge. You weren't totally convinced th st he wasn't playing with you, but you were unable to deny yourself, so you dip the sponge into the water, after rolling up your sleeves, and washing the Prince's back, you watch as he proceeds to lean back, into your touch. Whilst thinking he looked stunning like this, you weren't led a stray, you didn't stop thinking about how easily he could kill you, even as he looked completely at ease.