LokixReader {Chapter 15}

Juliette half dragged, half lead you to the dining hall, paced in the same skirt ripping walk that she had done when you first met her.
You also noticed that she had changed as well, into a light green dress that barely stayed on her shoulders, and trailed softly along the floor, it looked a little fancy for a maid to be wearing, you thought.
She walked a little farther until you came to a crossing, a steady stream of people all walking in the same direction. "I must leave you now, y/n, but I trust that you can follow everyone?"
"Uhm, yeah. I guess. Where are you going?" You asked, hands on your hips.
"I have chores to complete before the night is over. If you'll excuse me?" She curtseyed and backed away before you could respond. You shrugged, turning to face the people, starting to move towards them until you heard somebody call your name. From behind you, you could sense that it was a male, a cheery one at that, and he seemed quite eager to see you. But it wasn't Loki, you knew, or else you would have been able to sense the deeper, darker feelings inside of him. You recalled the names Sif had told you earlier, could it be a possibility that one of them could be the people you heard about?
Yes, it was, the dwarf, Volstagg, you remembered, came towards you, a friendly smile on his face, stuttering when he saw the purple in your eyes. Juliette hadn't done so when she saw you. Was it because of her powers she knew how to kill you, or because she was a succubus as well?
So many questions ran through your mind you almost missed the dwarf's friendly words as he finally halted to a stop in front of you.
"I see you've found your way, Lady y/n. Normally one who hadn't seen this palace before has no idea has no idea how to navigate these hallways without an escort." He said gripping your forearm and looking expectantly at you until you, reluctantly, took Volstagg's forearm, barely getting halfway around it because of how muscley it was. He smiled slowly at you, as Sif had, and let his hand slide down your arm to rest on your fingertips, guiding your hand up to his lips, a dark blush appearing on your cheeks. You definitely weren't used to someone doing that before, and the movement was so swift and practiced you barely recognized he was doing it until it was over, your hand hanging in the air, making you look like a complete and total fool until you finally dropped it, letting it rest comfortably at your side.
You finally stuttered out a reply after a brief (and somewhat awkward) silence, "I, uh, didn't actually. This girl, a maid, Juliette, lead me."
He looked at you with slight confusion blurring his eyes, "Juliette? I've never heard the name... Except maybe once a few years ago… But there are so many servants, especially Loki's, there are much too many to remember!"
You looked at him, suddenly intrigued, "Loki's servants? How many exactly?"
He smiled big, not hesitating before he answered, "About 15 maybe. More than half of them are female! Thor doesn't even have that many!"
You made a tiny sound in the back of your throat, a deep, ugly jealousy growing in your chest, a slight red tinge blurring your vision. Your voice was forced into a honey sweet tone, forcing your teeth to open and shut with your mouth, "That many servants, huh? I never had any." You were confused at where the rush of feelings had come from; you normally weren't this… possessive. But with all of these changes and all happening this quickly, you weren't sure that much could surprise you.
Unless a giant purple teletubby came dancing around the hallway. That would be pretty damn weird.
Volstagg looked uncomfortable for a moment, looking at the floor and eventually speaking back up at you. "I think we should go, at least, to the dining hall. Sif might already be wondering where I am…" He trailed off as he started to lead you through a less populated path, and eventually you saw two others, a blond, and Sif, her hands neatly behind her back, a big smile appearing on her face when she saw you, immediately pointing out the blond on her left.
"Fandral, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Fandral, the blond I was telling you about earlier."
Fandral immediately stepped up to copy Volstagg's actions, but looking up into your eyes, murmuring, "It's truly a pleasure to finally meet you, Lady y/n."
Another bright blush appeared on your cheeks, "Uhm, y-yeah. You too Fandral." You stumbled over the foreign syllables of his name, but eventually got it right after a few tries.
You sensed something behind you, turning only to lay your eyes on Loki, immediately putting on a big smiled and moving towards him. "Oh Loki! Where have you been all day?" You wrapped your arms around him tightly. You pulled away after a few seconds of stunned hesitation on Loki's part, but not before hissing low in his ear, "You have some explaining to do, mister."
His eyes were wide, but you just smiled, stepping back to Sif, looking over your group. "Well, let's go! I'm absolutely starving!" You said cheerily.
Volstagg hesitated, holding an arm out, "Wait… Where's Hogun?"
Sif rolled her dark eyes, grumbling, "Probably already inside, waiting for US to show up! And y/n is right, I'm famished as well."
Your group turned to head in while, Loki made you hang back, shooting a glance at Sif before turning to you, pushing you back into a darkly lit hallway that smelled faintly of cinnamon.
"What are you doing, Loki?"
"You're standing. We're talking."
You scoffed, "Thanks, Captain Obvious."
He ignored you, "Where were you all day?"
"I could ask the same, Loki. And why didn't you ever do your mind talking thing and tell me where you were, when we obviously couldn't find each other?!"
He looked uncomfortable, "I was doing something else."
"Oh what, turning into a maid and following me all day? Oh, no, Loki, are you Juliette?"
He looked at you, a flood of confusion filling his eyes, "Juliette? There isn't a Juliette here… At least…" Loki was cut off by Sif, who crossed her arms, eyebrows raised. Loki let go of your wrists, which you hadn't realized he was holding up until now, sliding them down to cross over your own chest, a million ideas as to what Sif was thinking of right now.
"What Sif?" Loki asked, uncomfortably mimicking your position.
Sif sighed, sweeping her hand towards herself, "Come on already, you're making me sick."
"No! We weren't… ugh, come on, Loki, we can make out later." You gave up without even trying. There was something about this situation that you couldn't explain to Sif without her thinking that you were lying to her.