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The first day he had seen you was like any other day in Asgard.
Servants were bustling about here and there with many items in an attempt to glorify the feasting hall with decoration for the coming festivities. Even Loki, having grown used to the many celebrations that happened throughout the year, was anticipating this coming feast for reasons unknown even to himself.
He strolled down several long hallways, passing by many of the servants who addressed him politely in greeting before going about their business. It was as he turned the corner that he saw a peculiar sight, one he had not expected to catch his attention so easily.
You came walking his direction from the end of the corridor, your dressings clean and simple, as were the other servants around you, and your long hair pulled up in a loose bun. Your eyes were bright and focused steadily ahead, only losing their focus when they happened upon Loki himself. You gave a sweet, rather sincere smile and greeted the younger prince, bowing your head to him before continuing on your way to the feasting hall several corridors away.
Everything about you was simple, yet as you walked away, he couldn’t help but notice how you held yourself. You moved with a poise befitting a queen’s stature, your head held high and shoulders squared back in an elegant fashion. Had he not known you were one of the servants, he would have easily mistaken you to be of royalty.
Loki continued to watch from around the corner, fascinated by your composure, as others moved past you without a second glance. There was one particular group of servants that passed by far too close, and Loki was able to catch the subtle movement of a foot shamelessly poking out and tripping you with ease. You were quickly forced to your knees by the foul play, the bowl of citrus fruit you had been toting tipping over and sending the round delicacies rolling. The group continued on their way with laughter bubbling from their lips.
You barely hesitated before going about the task of picking up each fruit and placing it back in the bowl, inspecting the produce for any bruises that may have occurred during the fall. It was obvious things like this happened often to you, yet you barely batted an eye at the treatment. It seemed everyone else was used to it, as well; no other servant bothered to help you pick up the mess that had been made, nor did you ask for any help.
When all the fruit had been picked up from the floor and dusted off carefully, you stood and carried on about your business with the same dignity you had emitted before as if the whole incident had never occurred.
Loki followed you with his eyes until you disappeared out of sight, his brows furrowing in contemplation.
What a peculiar person you were, indeed.