Loki jumped slightly when he heard that very playful voice come from a person that was all-too familiar around the kingdom. He chuckled amusingly, shaking his head, as he managed to figure out what Silena’s intention was, when she decided to do such a thing. Not only was he supposed to be the family’s servant, but he was also considered to be her secret guardian, shortly after she decided to call him her “fairy godfather”. 

It was a rather silly title that the girl had come up with, when she was about twelve years old. But then, Loki decided to not take it personally, considering that it was just something that the girl decided to mutually call him, considering that he helped raise the child, and that it was not something that implied their relationship to be special. That was what he assumed, anyway, and/or tried to convince himself on. 

He knew, by law, that slaves were not allowed to form acquaintances or friendships with anyone above them, other than the typical master-and-servant bond. Anything outside of that, or even a small slip-up, resulted in punishment, and Loki became too anxious to disobey; the beatings were enough for his mistakes, and the scars became a reminder. ‘All professional; nothing personal’, that was the rule. But the daily abuse, was what really threatened him to his edge. Physically, mentally, emotionally...even sexually. He prayed at night, for there, to be an escape, but having to be, perhaps, the only Jotun in Asgard, was there even such a thing? All he could really do, was wait for a miracle. 

“Your dress is ready, your grace”, he said. “Would you like to try it on, early?”, Loki was trying to be as professional as possible, but the ache in his back, from the night before, was really making the action to straighten himself up, a lot more difficult.