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Several more days had passed since you were 'taken over' by someone who already held claim to you.

You looked down at your stained outfit. It had been given to you by your mother, who had passed on several years earlier, when you first started working at the castle.

Loki had not only banned you from seeing Thor ever again, but to add salt to an already stinging wound, he forced you to work only in your mothers' clothing.

And sent you to clean out the Training Area.

The muck that littered the ground caught onto your dress, the fabrics tearing, the colors fading.

By the time you were done, you had mud splattered all over you, dust coated the white fringed edges that ran along the (f/c) pattern, and tears stained your cheeks.

No amount of washing you could ever do would rid the dress of the stains that now printed into it.

Noise cluttered the 'peace' you had been allowed to have, even if only for moments. You turned, your eyes dragging across the scene behind you.

You looked at the tall muscular man that was Thor.

Feeling all your anger rise, you whispered harshly,

"Go. Away."

He breathed softly, watching as your shoulders rose raggedly, the gleam in your eyes held no kindness.

Nor would they ever, not for him. Not for anyone.

You balled your hands into fists.

"(Y/n). . ." He trailed off, taking one step too many towards you. One step forward was all it took.

"Go away, Thor! You've done enough!" Tears blurred your vision as you screamed at him.

He looked shock, his arms held out in a near defensive pose. Without warning, an arm curled around your shoulders. You didn't need to turn your head to see who it was.

"The Maid told you to leave, did she not? Do as she says. She no longer wants to be near you." Loki wrapped his words with a venomous sting when he added that last part.

Thor looked at you solemnly, and nodded.

You thought to yourself,

I no longer want to be near you, either, Loki.

You looked at Thor with so much rage in your eyes, you thought your glare would kill him on the spot.

It seemed to do enough, though. Hit with a thunder like hate, he backed away, turning and exiting the Training Area.

Loki stepped out in front of you, smiling that smile of his.

Once, you would have been so happy to see your Master smiling.

Now, you hated it.

"Good job, (y/n)."

You cut him off, your hair covering your eyes, hiding your tears,

"You have forgotten, Loki, you must be formal with your Maids. You may not call me by name, it is code."

You didn't have to look at him to hear his slight aggravation, you could hear it in his voice.

"Right, Maid. Now, I would like you to clear out the Dining Room, my fathers' Maid has gotten sick, and I suggested you could do the work."

Your stomach no longer rumbled, it hadn't for several years. You had known you wouldn't get food often, and adapted, so as Loki talked about the food that had to be cleared, you shrugged off your hunger.

You nodded and bowed, before running off to the Dining Room, knowing your dress would be stained with grease among other things when you were done.