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Y/n was no more than a maid. Not for a wealthy family but rather The Royal Family. her status was low, she was only ever in the kitchens or avoiding the royals to clean the palace at whatever ungodly hour she was needed.
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To no surprise when the Allfather found of Thor in lack of a maiden, he planned for his son to find a suitor as soon as possible. Servants were scattering in hurried paces including yourself. Once needed here it seemed you were called upon somewhere else.
"Y/n,"
"Was it the kitchen or dining hall?" you were up and early as the last few days had required.
"Ballroom, the Queen asks for you,"
"Seriously??" Fera scoffs in offence as if she would have even been considered an option.
"Quiet," Diana shoots to Fera. "She asks for advice,"
"Yet again," you untied your apron and laid it on a bench.
"Frown anymore and you may wrinkle your face more," a girl snickers.
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"You called?"
"Ah, my favourite girl,"
"Don't let Sif hear you say that,"
She laughs quietly, picking the beige table cloth to the grey. "I need you to help plan this,"
"Have your sons become tiresome to listen to?"
"That and Thor nor Loki are allowed to plan events... a tradition left for women," she sighs knowingly at your eye roll. "But worry not, this will be fun,"
"I hope so... what's first on the agenda?"
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"Please move it to the left... right... just a little more... Perfect!" The table was positioned and the cloth was laid on. "Good job, gentlemen," you pat their backs and walk to Frigga who was tasting desserts.
"Which do you prefer?" She holds out spoons.
"Bjorn's red velvet is delightful, I'd go with that... don't worry I've taken a few tastes of all his treats,"
"Not out of character for you," Frigga dismissed the maids. "Now, flowers, follow me,"
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Frigga led you to the garden where flowers laid across a table with equipment to make the bouquets. "I look forward to this most,"
"I can tell," you smile at the twinkle in her eyes. "I must admit I've never done this before,"
"It's a simple task, you'll get a hang of it,"
Simple huh? It was nothing of the sort! While Frigga made elegant arrangements yours lacked harmony and balance.
"Too many baby breaths, my dear," Loki suddenly appeared to take away a few bundles. "And try to go easy on the colours," he smiles at the many hues.
"Sorry, Mr florist, would you like to try doing this?"
"And lose the entertainment of your suffering, no, thank you," he conjures a book in his hand.
"Rude," you huff and start to restart.
"Try to go with meaning, for example, a yellow tulip for you, and a Day lily for mother," he gave you the sunshine bloom as his mother chuckled.
"And they mean...?"
"Use the book to find out, my dear,"
You eye him as he walks off. "Odd prince,"
"Very, but he knows his flowers well, so I know he meant to give you that yellow tulip,"
Intrigued, you look through the guide and find the flower quickly; 'There's Sunshine in Your Smile'. Smiling broadly at your blush she hands you a white Camellia which earned the pages to turn to find the meaning; 'you are adorable and well-liked'.
"He will appreciate the return of compliments,"
"Where would he be going next?" you take a tag and write against the parchment 'From: Y/n :)'.
"Library, I assume,"
"Should I do it later?" Frigga shakes your head and takes your hand. In a gust of wind you were in the library, where you placed down the flower and returned to the garden. "I may be sick, give me a moment," you clutch your stomach.
"It's a common reaction,"
Loki hummed a soft tune as he entered the library, his first sight being the flower. Curiosity often over took him so it was no surprise he rushed over. A white Camellia with your name attached to it. He knew it meant nothing more than platonic admiration and a thank you but...
He smiled. Bright and hopefully to earn more affections, stronger ones, from you and only you.
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"I have another request, join me tomorrow, I have a fitting for my ball gown with Lady Sif and wish for your opinion,"
"I'm sure I will be able to do that,"
Frigga clapped her delighted hands. "Perfect, I wish for you to be at the tailor room at 12, understood?"
"Of course, Frigga,"
"Wonderful, now scurry along and rest well, you did an amazing job today, Y/n,"
Her compliments were thanked and you soon were in your room, ready to collapse when Diana knocked on your door. "How was today?"
"Tiring, and Frigga wishes for me to attend her and Sif's dress fitting tomorrow,"
"At what time?"
"12,"
"Enjoy your rest, and do try and present your hair better next time,"
Glaring daggers at her she chuckles and closes the door. You lay the tulip in a small water filled jar you took from the kitchen, letting it soak in the moonlight. Sight for sore eyes, deep meaning laying within each meaning.
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