Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Thor or the Avengers. There will be explicit content.

Authors note: It been over 10 years since I wrote fanfiction let alone published any. So please review. Also I am in the habit of writing original character stories. You may see the same original characters in fics of mine down the road as I have multple ways they meet and just can't decide which I like so I am actually working on a bunch of ideas. This is the first I've started and finished. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter one

Loki sent his usual mental summoning for his personal servant. Cephera entered the room almost instantly using the teleport spell she had proven to be very good at, all those centuries ago. She bowed low her face alight with her usual soft smile.

"You called my prince." she said standing straight once more.

"I want you to go collect a few last minute things for me." she stepped forward and took the list he was holding out for her. She curtsied again and looked over the list, committing it to memory, before letting it envelop in flames in her palm.

"Right away." she said.

"And... I think I would like company tonight." she nodded her expression never wavering. He watched her vanish with a soft word form her lips. He smiled. She had been the best gift ever given to him. His servant before her had been dull and ugly and though she did her job well she was bad at being discreet. Cephera however was none of those things.

She did as he bid fast and effectively without question and spoke of it to no one. It helped that she was easy to look at. But she was a servant and Loki would never go so far as to take her to his bed. But she was very damn good at picking out someone he could.

Loki's appetite for women was few and far between. He enjoyed them but he had no desire to have them always by his side. He even had a special room shrouded in magic, that only himself and Cephera could enter, for entertaining women so he did not have to think of them while he slept in his actual room.

Thor's appetite for women was far more wanting then his own. Thor would have at least one every night. Sometimes two, at the same time.

He stepped to his desk to return to his studies. It was amazing that no matter how long he lived he always found something new to use up his time.

Loki woke to a gentle voice calling him. "My lord! Sir?" finally he was shook so violently he sat straight up grabbing his assailant. Cephera stood her face a mixture of amusement and guilt. "I'm sorry my prince but I couldn't wake you. I have the things you asked for." she said wincing at his grip on her arm.

He released her shaking his head. He didn't remember falling asleep. But of course he had. The book he had been reading still opening on the desk right where he remembered reading last. "Give me a moment to refresh myself. Tell the girl I will be late." she nodded. "and come right back here."

She vanished and Loki smirked. There where something's he did however ask of his faithful little servant. Washing his back, running her fingers through his hair as she washed it, massaging his tired tense muscles. He had once been tempted to see what her sweet little mouth might feel like wrapped around his cock but he had not asked that of her.

She popped back a moment later. "She's waiting patiently." he grinned and made his way to his bath in the adjourning room. He allowed her to unbuckle his armor and remove most of the clothes beneath. Using magic she made the bath fill with warm water. He removed his pants himself. Something else he never made her do.

She removed her outer dress and stood in her green underdress and stepped into the water. She knelt behind him and grabbing her sponge and his favortie scent of soap. She scrubbed his back down to his tailbone but no further. He remembered, even now, the look on her face the first time he asked her to remove her outer dress.

Her mouth had dropped open, her eyes looking nervous and scared. He assured her, several times, he meant not to do her any harm or injustice in anyway, though all the while he tried to soothe her mind she had been undressing. That's what he liked about her most. Though she sometimes didn't agree with him or the things he made her occasionally do, she never complain or denied him. She simply just did them.

She scrubbed him the way he liked. Rough but not so much to cause any marks. When she was done he bent his head back and he felt the cold of the hair cleaner on his scalp. He sighed when she raked her fingers through his hair and working his skin. She had nice tiny fingers for such tedious work. When she was done she stood and got out as he dunked himself under.

He came up in time, opening his eyes, to see her bent over the side washing the soap from her hands. He could see the swell of her breasts and the movement of them as she breathed. She stood then and wrung out her underdress skirt before putting the other back on over it.

She placed a towel on the vanity and took his dirty clothes and fetched his usual casual attire for the nights endeavors.

Cephera waited in her bedchambers for him to summon her and take the girl away. He never stayed with them long once he was sated. This made her happy in a greedy kind of way. When she had first arrived on Asgard and become his personal servant she had been timid. Almost afraid. Over time she came to enjoy her spot and even slowly came to care for him as well.

She of course would never voice it. Or for that matter allow him to even see a hint of it but deep down she was in love with Loki. At first she had thought it a girls little fantasy but over the centuries she had come to know it was more then that. She would do anything for him, except perhaps treason.

But she was just a servant and would never know his touch, never know his lust or bare him children. But she was ok with that. She had decided a long time ago, life was not all about those things. She still held her virtue and planned never to relinquish it to anyone unless Loki asked it of her which she knew he never would.

She was content to make him happy in the little ways she could. Nothing he asked of her surprised her now and it had been a very long time since he asked her anything she hadn't been asked to do before.

When finally she was summoned she teleported in and escorted the lady out. The women was remarkably beautiful. Her long ebony hair now trailing down her curvy ass. Her red lips pouting from leaving so soon. The curves of her waist excentuated by her clingy low class whore's ensemble. Her long legs and well practiced fingers with painted nails moved with precision but not so much grace.

When she safely dropped her off she teleported back to the room where Loki was lounging on the bed. Naked, as usual, his arms behind his head and eyes shut.

She set to work tiding the room. He always made a mess during sex. They had knocked over quite a few things. She straightened what she could and replaced the rug back to its original position. "Don't you have anyone to go back to?" he asked suddenly. His voice still lulled with after lust.

Every now and then he would get in moods where he would ask her personal things about herself. It was never much. He once asked her what her favorite thing to eat was. She had told him apples and after that he kept apples around all the time.

A gesture from him for her good work and loyalty. "No sir. I don't need anyone." she said grinning downward and righting a chair. He said no more. He hadn't even looked at her. She really hoped she didn't get back to her room to find a man waiting for her.

She felt her cheeks turn pink. She turned from him in case he did look her way. She gathered his clothes and put them to rest at the bottom of the bed. There was nothing more she could do with him lying on the only thing left to clean. "Goodnight Sir." she said bowing and after making sure he had nothing to say she left.