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"Hey Loki," Hugo says, walking into the locker rooms.
Loki's eyes flickered to the man standing in front of him, drenched with sweat from their previous practice. "Hey." he responds calmly. "Did you shower already?" asks Hugo, cocking his head slightly to the side. Loki gave him an unimpressed look. He wasn't sweating, and he changed into casual clothes. What does it look like? Loki might've said the last bit out loud, because Hugo then frowned a bit, his usual stoic expression shifting just a little. "I'll take that as a yes." he finally says before heading towards the showers. It wasn't until Hugo was in the shower already, about to turn the water on that Loki states "Wait, Hugo, that shower has something going on with it." It was too late. Hugo had already turned on the shower valve to the max. Not surprisingly, nothing happened.
"Oh." Hugo murmurs. Loki had to hold in his giggle, Hugo was probably making a small 'o' with his mouth right this moment. "Yeah, coach said it doesn't work for some reason." Loki sensed one of Hugo's eyebrow raising, as if asking why. "I'm guessing because it just doesn't produce water? Not really sure." he adds. "I see." Hugo says lazily. With Hugo's patience, it won't be very long until his mood gets ruined, especially with the grueling drills they had to do earlier. Hugo steps out with a towel around his waist, still sweating, but less than earlier. Not that Loki was observing. He was well built, as expected for a professional soccer player. Loki's view of Hugo's broad shoulders and muscular arms got interrupted by Hugo stepping into the shower beside the 'broken' one. Loki wasn't disappointed (he was quite disappointed), of course not. Loki looked down at the floor. He normally waited to say bye to everyone, so now that Hugo was here, he could leave after saying farewell. As Loki blinked, he heard a swirling sound, 'Must be the shower drain.' Loki thought. He opened his eyes to see not the locker room floor tiles, but something entirely different.
Instead of the neutral tone of flooring he was used to, he saw golden squares all across the room he was somehow in, almost shining as bright as his own eyes. 'And how exactly did I get here?' Loki thought, rising up to make sure he wasn't fantasizing. His clothing contrasted the fancy room very much, the grey sweatpants and black tee were not very suitable for this room right now. Loki was stressing sure, but he was also amazed at the amount of detail and the sheer amount of 'rich' this room screamed. It was fit for a king like him. He almost smiled at the fact but realized he could get arrested for trespassing. It wasn't even his fault, though? Not sure how to deal with the situation at hand, he walks around the spacious room. It really was big. There were some darker tiles along with lighter ones, almost like a chess board. He noticed the room also has large golden pillars in the corners. 'Who lives here?' Loki thought, before turning around.
The bed was absolutely his dream in one. Perhaps the coloring was too much of an eyesore for Lokis liking, but he could live here no problem. The bed was white, with royal blue bedding along with fluffy pillows on top. A maid must've done it, because considering how luxurious this room alone was, the people living here have to be wealthy enough to afford a couple of maids and/or butlers. Loki sat on the bed, his weight dipping into the soft mattress. He waited for a while. 'If they are gonna catch me, might as well do it now..' he thought, bored out of his mind. 'If they can catch me however.' Loki's lips twitch, hiding a smirk. He wasn't gonna go down easily.
Loki finally decided this was his 'destiny' as Hugo would call it, and he wanted to match his appearance to the interior of the mansion. Mansion, right? what else could it be? Julien walked over to the wardrobe, opening it to reveal many shades of tailcoats, fringed shoulder decorations, chest sashes, and finally cords. Not at all what he expected. Loki expected some modern rich people clothes, like maybe some fancy suits and/or dresses. Not.. whatever was in the closet. The other side was a bit more normal. Even more colors of pants and many, many dress boots.
Loki shuts the doors of the dresser, deciding that since he was already somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, he might as well not commit more crimes. Sighing, he went to lay on the bed, wondering if Hugo was also trapped somewhere random like he was. He hadn't even considered this could be a dream, so he pinched himself. Nope, not a dream. Loki sat up hastily as he heard a voice getting louder. he stood up, turning his head for somewhere to hide. Just as he hid behind one of the golden pillars, the massive door opened. 'Thank my speed..' Loki thought, closing his eyes and quieting his breathing like a monster was roaming, making sure no one was alive. His horror movie and game experience didn't help much for real life cases. "Prince Loki?" The person called out. A male, unless the woman had a deeper voice than normal. Wait. Loki?
One minute Hugo was washing his hair, humming to himself. His hands bubbly, mixing and tangling with his red to black waves. Then, he was holding a broom in a dark room. What. he didn't even feel his arms move, just blinked then he was here. He had to be dreaming. Hugo pinched himself. No, not dreaming. Surely this was not his destiny. Vivien Hugo wasn't reduced to a maid in just a blink of an eye. Right? Well, if it is his destiny.. thats unfortunate. Hugo sighed deeply, taking in his surroundings. Luckily, he felt clothes on him, so he wasn't naked in the middle of seemingly no where. His clothes were quite a mess, they were ragged and had patches on them to cover holes. 'I must be poor.' Hugo mentally notes, nodding.
He drops the broom quietly to look for a light switch or anything that has a source of light that could show Hugo the room more clearly. The room wasn't pitch black, just too dim for Hugo and his preference. He reached around, and bumped into something. 'An odd switch, but alright.' he thinks. "Girl, Why aren't you cleaning like asked?" The woman snarled. Hugo almost jumped, but he remained impassive. "I was trying to find the light switch." Hugo replies, feeling bad he touched her. "I don't care. Get back to cleaning the room!" She hissed. Hugo noticed her voice was evil, like a serpent. Her voice was also raspy, like she yells too much and doesn't relax her throat or drink water to fix the imbalance. Her command was rude to say the least, but Hugo left to pick up the broom, struggling to see clearly. "How will I clean without seeing anything.." he muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "WHAT WAS THAT?" The woman screeched. Hugo turned around, looking at her. His butterfly lashes making it even harder to see. Hugo was about to let it go, since he was probably a maid or something of the sort for this lady. How annoying. Hugo sighed silently, careful this time to not let her hear. "Just because I am your step mother does NOT mean you can just boss me around!" She says. Huh, he was her step son? That was weird, where did he travel to? How did he even end up here? Is this possible? Hugo's cogs were circling, grinding together restlessly, working the information inputted.
"I'm your step son, right?" "Daughter." she corrects. Hugo had to fight an eyeroll. This woman was strange. "Then why are you treating me like a servant?" he asks more, eager to learn the roles of this house or where ever they lived. "Say one more word and I'll isolate you up here." her voice had quieted down to a more chilling serious tone. Hugo was quiet (for once). "Or worse, i'll assign you even more chores to do, you brat." she continues, voice going back to her previous one. "I.." Hugo started. He didn't know what quite to say. He wasn't one to fight with one's own destiny, but this was certainly not right.
Hugo decided he needed more info, so he went to work. The mother in question throwing a glance at him as she turned, her back facing Hugo. Her sinister smile shone through the shadowed room. Hugo almost jumped again. What Disney play is he acting out right now? His mind racked movies where a character was forced into doing labor, and it went immediately to Cinderella. Was he Cinderella? He wasn't fit for this role. He was far too bulky, too tall. And his appearance didn't match Cinderella's at all! This was ridiculous. 'How do I get out..' he thought, mindlessly sweeping at the same spot. He was just gonna tell 'his' stepmother and sisters(?) he was done, hoping they wouldn't check. If he was right, and this was Cinderella, will he go through everything she went through? That seems like a lot. 'It could be efficient for stamina training, though.' Hugo also thinks. A part of his brain wanders off, thinking of Loki. Was he also here with him? Somewhere? Or was he in the locker room, wondering where Hugo went? Hugo's lips formed something not quite a smile, but a amused line. But, if Loki was here, who would he replace? Hugo could only see the prince or king role acceptable for Loki. The best for the best. Hugo smiled, a small one. It was barely noticeable, but if Charles were here, Hugo imagines, he would grin, and loudly declare that the stone-faced Hugo smiles. The thought made him smile a fraction wider. As much as Hugo had to lecture him and put up with all his shenanigans, he quite enjoyed hanging out with him, especially with Loki along, it was like they were a unbreakable trio.
He snapped out of his trance when he heard a new voice yelling "Cindervien! Are you done up there? You have more places to clean!" she yells. Hugo almost choked from the nickname. At least Cinderella sounded somewhat okay, but 'Cindervien' sucked. "Uh.. Yeah." Hugo raised his voice, hoping she could hear. 'I was right, a stepsister.' Hugo reflected. "Okay! Then get down, you lazy bum!" Another unrecognizable voice rang. This one was a bit more shrill than the last. Hugo groans softly, 'Lazy bum? Your the one making me do all the chores.' he thinks as he opened the attic door, leading to stairs. The stairs were creaky, a bit old. But he managed, meeting a ginger, and her sister. If he recalled correctly, the ginger one ended up being nice, getting a happy ending. He wasn't really sure what happened to the other two, but he couldn't really care less.