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A Cruel or Kind Fate

TITLE: A cruel or kind fate

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 of 3

AUTHOR: mortallytremendoustale

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you, a commoner who works in the palace, begin to fall for Loki and unknown to you, he is falling for you too. You see him with another woman, of higher standing than you, and you feel inadequate and begin to think that he loves her. You two eventually open up to each other about your feelings.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: This is my first fic so please feel welcome to leave any comments! This chapter is basically a back story of the character and their relations to Loki. Sad feels in this one, but fluff will come.

You had been working at the palace since you were 18, the age the Asgardians deemed proper to begin work. You had taken the place of your mother as an aid in the kitchen and a maid. 
You brushed a strand of your (y/h/c) back into the up-do that you had it in. You had been standing all day and your feet were aching. You groaned internally because you didn’t want to anger the kitchen head. You continued chopping vegetables, as you were instructed, but your mind was wandering which wasn’t a surprise. You day dreamed of what it would be like to have people prepare your meals and to have those elegant gowns that you always saw the nobles wearing. You began to think of the spacious rooms that you had cleaned and the beautiful ornaments that were so delicate. 

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The paradox remains that the lush submerging of one consciousness into another requires a double negation: of the speaker’s boundaries, so s/he can grow bigger in rhetorical proximity to the object of desire; and of the spoken of, who is more or less a powerful mute placeholder providing an opportunity for the speaker’s imagination of her/his/their flourishing.
—  Lauren Berlant, Cruel Optimism (26)