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As the small fire burned over his palm, radiating no heat, he allowed the tiniest smile to creep across his face. Her illusions on Asgard had been a constant source of humiliation, but Thor had enjoyed her powers during the brief times they were not used against him. Amora’s companionship, with his brother, did occasionally cause reason to distress, as he neither trusted her nor Loki when he was with the enchantress. This small power, however, was more so hypnotizing than dangerous.
As she removed her hand from his, the green flame vanishing, Thor nodded eagerly at her comment. ”I would enjoy seeing something a bit more “impressive”, as you stated.” He pushed a hand back through his golden locks, smiling down at the woman. Her powers were intriguing, now that he could almost study her without fear of punishment or retaliation. Nudging any hint of fear to the back of his mind, Thor waited patiently for her next demonstration.
Amora smiled. Showing her powers to him had not been something that would have been done so nonchalantly a few months, weeks or even days ago, but now it felt fine to demonstrate for him, seeing as he himself had just demonstrated an immense amount of power. Cutting off the flame, she smiled at his response. “Excellent.” She grinned. She thought for a moment about what would be best. “Close your eyes.” She instructed.
She sensed the feeling of hesitation and wariness from him, and rolled her eyes. “I will not harm thee, Odinson.” She said. “Hold thy hammer if you wish. And here,” She held out her hand, asking him to take a hold of hers. “For added assurance.” She nodded.
At her mention of hiding behind a chair, Thor let out a snort, trying to contain his amusement and failing miserably. Pressing his palm against his lips, he looked more like a teenage boy who had just heard an inappropriate joke than the god of thunder. As Amora offered to show him her powers, the smile dropped instantly. He was uncertain if this was a trap; she could be lulling him into a fake sense of security before pouncing.
Shaking away the thought, he allowed the smile to grow back on his face. ”I would wish to see your powers. For once, I don’t need to fear their use…do I?” The question was teasing, but had a biting edge behind it. Fingers ready at his side, in case she did decide to attack, he made sure Mjolnir was close by.
With a light slap of his arm, Amora laughed. “It was a scary experience, Oh Mighty Thor. We shan’t mention the many times you’ve ran away from mine and your brother’s illusions in the palace gardens.” She snickered. She watched the smile fall from his lips and rolled her emerald green eyes. “Relax, Odinson.” She said. “You did not hit me with your lightning. I have no reason you use my powers against you.”
“We shall start small, shall we?” She asked rhetorically, and lifted up his hands so that his palms where facing the sky. Holding her palms under his, she caused a small green flame to burn in his palm - not harming him, not physically hot. Just flickering in the palm of his hand. “Something your brother taught me.” She smiled, looking up at him. She broke the contact and the flame cut off completely as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Perhaps we should look at something a tad more… impressive.” She smiled, looking up at him to gauge his reaction.
The shame which rippled across Amora’s face before she hid behind a wall of hair intrigued the god of thunder. His powers were something she feared, something she could not control, and something he could use to his advantage. There was a strange pleasure, however, at being able to share his abilities with someone who seemed to understand what true power felt like. Her abilities were legend on Asgard, as were his, her own powers a strange siren call to Thor. He desired to learn more about this possible foe, possible friend.
Shrugging a shoulder at her statement, Thor waved a hand at the skies, causing part of the storm to vanish. ”Do not be ashamed. Here on Midgard, I hear children hide under their beds or run for their parents in fear.” He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking grin spreading across his face. ”Unless the lady Amora did the same at my powers?”
The wind from the dying storm whipped at the tips of her hair, beautifully concealing her as she tried to deal with the weakness she had just admitted. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, though she knew she wanted to be allied with Thor now, especially after what she had just seen. But even allies rarely shared such weaknesses. She laughed, raising her head at his question, a light blush spreading across her cheeks. “The first time I heard it…” She shook her head, laughing at herself. “I hid behind a chair.”
She thought for a moment, still smiling slightly as she looked at her petite hands. “I suppose,” She began hesitantly. “That it is only fair that I show you some of my power, for being shown some of yours.” She chewed her lip for a moment, wondering what to conjure up first. But then she looked up at Thor, and said, “Of course, only if you would wish.”
Ignoring her question, Thor turned his eyes back to the storm. With her warm hand clutched in his significantly larger one, a smile spread across his face. The power of the lightning coursed simultaneously through their bodies, her hair spreading apart at the tips. The enchantress was evidently not accustomed to such energy, as she stretched her hand out in an attempt to see the lightning coursing through her body. ”Relax, Amora. You are not going to experience any harm.”
Releasing her hand, he placed Mjolnir down near the ledge and leaned against the concrete walling. Above, the storm still raged, albeit a bit less strongly than before. Thor opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a loud booming roar. Smiling softly, waiting for the skies to quiet, he turned his head to stare at the Asgardian beside him. ”Do you enjoy the power, now that you know you are safe?” Swiveling around so his elbows rested on the ledge, Thor continued. ”Did you hide in fear on Asgard when I unleashed my powers?”
Amora was powerful. She knew that much. But she had never felt power like this. This power was unpredictable, something she couldn’t control - and something she revelled in. She felt small grin spread over her face as she looked up at the purplish-black heavens and the forks of lightning that hit the horizon. “I know that.” She murmured, still smiling as she lowered her hand, which she was sure she could see small sparks from, to her side, and looked around herself at the storm.
When he let go of her hand, the loss of energy was blunt and immediate, and Amora’s smile dropped just as quickly. Her fingertips still tingled saintly, causing a small smile to play on her lips. She didn’t jump at the loud, booming thunder, and moved forward to stand next to him, still looking at the sky. “Yes.” She replied simply. She looked down at him, green eyes meeting blue. “Yes I enjoy it.” She turned, facing the same direction as him as she replied, “It was not the only reason. But yes, mainly.” She ducked her head, feeling almost ashamed of herself, for admitting fear over something like that.
” You don’t feel it the way that I do… ” her voice seemed to break as a sense of complete pain and anguish spread across her angelic features, cracking them a bit before she seemed to close her eyes and steel herself against it.
” They shatter one another’s hearts as if it were nothing more than a game to them. Abuse their children, slaughter the gifts that I have given them. I could… just - take it all away and perhaps make this world a simpler place. Love is a very dangerous thing, Amora. Perhaps moreso than your spells, or Thor’s thunder - even Loki’s trickery. It’s a destructive force and these… creatures hardly need anything more to destroy one another with. “
Perhaps she was right, war was several steps too far but snatching away their ability to love was something a mere thought in her mind could cause. But what would a world without love truly be? Civilized? Unfeeling? Practical? One could never truly know because it had been something that all sentient beings all throughout the universes could experience. Once upon a time these particular beings once prayed to them, worshiped them and now merely mocked them or wrote ridiculous literature about them. When she mentioned her anger it caused her to finally look over into the woman’s fierce emerald pools with her own sapphire hues. Her usual smile was absent from her lips and the light seemed to have somewhat fled from her eyes for now.
” The time of the Gods has come to pass, dear one. But that does not mean we are gone. The mortals need to sometimes be reminded of their place in this universe or have you forgotten as well? ” her voice was somber rather than threatening.
“I can get inside their heads.” Amora murmured. “I see what they see. I feel it as they feel it, and I know what they do.” She said, taking yet another step forward. “I know they evils they commit. And I know how dangerous love is.” She allowed herself a small, rueful smile. She allowed it to lay on her lips as she said, “It’s not something they deserve, sister.” She used the term freely, though they had never been particularly close. “It is something they are entitled to. A right. Like all beings across all the realms.” She pursed her lips, wiping the smile from them. “They destroy each other every day, with weapons of destruction and weapons of the heart. But there are some that are not so evil. There are some that are good. An embodiment of yourself.” She gave another small smile.
Taking in Kelsya’s somber expression, Amora took another step forward, placing her hands on Kelsya’s arms. “I have not forgotten, sister.” She said. “I most certainly have not forgotten. The times of the cults and the worship and the simplistic mortals have gone, because they have grown. They’ve evolved. I would love to put them back into their place by force, by means of war, myself, but you know that they would not allow it.” She refused to call them by their name, that group of “heroes” that refused to allow the world to be put back to how it was. “I know it hurts, Kelsya.” She looked into the deep blue eyes of the girl opposite her. “But we must not take it out on the simpler life forms of the nine realms.”
Kelsya could feel Amora tinkering and wandering about within her mind which would have been a trespass worthy of punishment within their world but this was clearly not their world and there were times where she almost didn’t mind the company within the would-be solitude of her own thoughts. She chose not to disguise herself when she came here but instead her natural Asgardian attire was still upon her rather than shrouding herself in those of Midgard. The seemingly weightless fabric moving about her with the gentle winds that carried with them the promise of impending summer. The spirals of her sunkissed tresses fluttered softly about her as well and would tumble across one shoulder with the way she tilted her head over the other to regard the enchantress behind her.
” Do not pretend you do not know, Amora. Ignorance is not a good color on you. ” she would remark with a small smile.
Her words were meant as nothing more than harmless banter but there was a truth to them, of course. Although war came naturally to the Aesir but it was not something they actively sought. Kelsya had become embittered, her lovely outlook soured by the events she had been subjected to suffer through along with her family. Already this world was suffering because of it for without her there would be no blessings of love of any sort.
” This world is unworthy… ” she began - of love, of freedom or even of life.
Although Kelsya smiled, even the smallest of smiles lighting up her particularly beautiful features, Amora did not return it. She was too busy worrying, worrying about what was going on in the goddesses mind, and finding the answers, to return the smile. Everything that had happened was enough to make anyone bitter, even Amora had grown a tad more sour because of it, snapping at the littlest thing said about her friend, but Kelsya? She was the personification of sunshine. Amora could never imagine her with a thought like this, a thought of war on these tiny mortals that had no idea of what they were doing. Stepping forward, Amora’s green Asgardian dress fluttered in a cold breeze, her own sunflower hair being blown off to the side. “Is it not?” She asked, tilting her head slightly. And then she shook her head. “Anger is not a good colour on you either, Kelsya.”
Skimming through her mind, knowing her presence there was slightly unwanted and uninvited, Amora took care not to go too deeply. But she could see the thoughts in Kelsya’s head, even though she didn’t say the words. They were unworthy. Amora knew that. She hated the beings that roamed around this tired, decrepit realm, clueless as to what was going in the universe around them. But she was tired too, just as their planet. She was tired of war, and what it had brought. What id had brought to her best friend. She shook her head slightly, saying, “They may be. But perhaps war is a step too far.”
War, as they say, is a natural form of all life. That it is almost like a proverbial reset button on those that involve themselves in the fray. A way to ween out those that no longer deserve to draw breath and smite down others that have stolen it. The Aesir of Asgard were of this nature, believing that peace never exists without war and while they had known such peace for so long it had come to pass not in the form of a threat from the outside but instead from within. A dagger that pierced their very souls and penetrated into the now scattered royal family. A king and queen grieved over the loss of their children to a world not their own, lamented in the fall from grace that Loki had chosen when he lost himself in his own mourning over the truth behind his heritage. A world was left a bit less bright without the two princes and their princess that now lingered in such a filthy and unwelcoming place such as Midgard.
These people were so trivial to Kelsya and she thought this as she stood atop one of the tallest buildings in the city just gazing out over this disgusting place. The mortals had always fascinated her in a sense that they were from some faraway world from her own and that they were such lost creatures that longed for some sort of guidance, a reprieve from their daily turmoil of merely existing. Their lives were so delicate, so short and so easily snuffed out in the hands of those like her if she were to so choose. Inwardly she was suffering as well, attempting to find a balm for that pain in coming here to be with her brothers only to find that it lingered. Her family was shattered and scattered to the proverbial winds and she seemed to be turning her resentment towards this world slowly. Towards these so-called Avengers and their plight. When mortals rise up against Gods they are struck down - she believed it might be time to remind those that once served them just why they belonged on their knees in prayer and not with their heads in the clouds.
Amora didn’t like Midgard. The people were petty, pettier than her, even, and they didn’t believe in everything they once had. Her, for example. Her and her friends, her enemies and her superiors that she rebelled against. That alone was infuriating. But coupled with their blatant lack of respect for the world that had once been so beautiful, Amora wanted to be sick. Or lash out in rage. She wasn’t entirely sure which. But she knew as well as anyone that that would unleash all kinds of hell, all kinds of fury upon her that she would rather not experience. The Avengers would come crash down on her no matter what she did, however small, or however large. It was with that thought that Amora heard the thoughts of Kelsya, from so far away as the library in that godforsaken tower. Not sure what the girl was going to do - she wasn’t as predictable as she liked to think - Amora closed her eyes, teleleporting herself from the library to the roof. There was no time to walk.
She watched Kelsya for a moment, standing some feet back. Her back was to her, and her blonde hair fluttered in the wind in the same fashion as Amora’s as she watched from the edge of the roof. For a moment, Amora thought about saying nothing. Maybe Kelsya could start a war, and together, perhaps united with Loki, they could win. Take out the Avengers from the inside out. But Amora knew that there was no possibility of that happening, not with Thor on their side, which would hinder any of Kelsya’s plans. So Amora took a step forward, to the girl she had never really been close to, and said, “Kelsya. What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know if I should be going around and telling you information about what I do,” Elizabeth replied poisonously, scratching into the floor with the knife’s blade. “How do I know you’re not just going to use it against me for some selfish plan for world dominance?”
She didn’t bother with being civil. It was clear that her and Amora weren’t going to ever get on, and even if being rude did cause trouble, she was sure everyone else would understand. This goddess was here uninvited. Not a guest, more like an intruder. Or at least, that’s how Elizabeth saw it.
“Well there’s another thing to add to the list of reasons I dislike you.” She was hardly surprised, in fact the answer was what she had expected. “It sounds cowardly that you can’t bleed. You don’t know what real pain feels like, the teeth-gritting hurt of having someone cut you open. I actually think I pity you.”
“Perhaps not.” Amora said, with a small, sly grin. She had an idea that the woman opposite her was a killer, a gut feeling, and her gut feelings were usually correct. “You don’t.” She said, nodding slightly. But then she looked at her, her face growing serious. “But if anything,” She said. “I’m here for peace.”
Though she was uninvited and very much an intruder, Amora wasn’t here to cause trouble. This realm, if anything, was beneath her, and she wasn’t going to waste her time on it. She was only worried about her friend, and the cell he was locked up in.
With a quizzical grin, Amora tilted her head. She laughed, that same loud laugh that was almost condescending. “You think I have never felt pain, Braddock?” She asked, thought not expecting an answer, as she continued. “You and I both know that I have felt pain, enough to last one a life time. Bleeding does not imply pain.” She snapped a bit at the end, and leaned back against the plane she was sat on.
“I will. Of course,” he smiled. “That could be a while, however. The scale of this is well, enormous. But I’ll tell you more, fear not,” he stared up at the camera, it’s red light flashing. “The foolish mortals never check the cameras. Their mistake,” he laughed.
She paused, narrowing her eyes in thought. She had no idea as to what it could be, and he was keeping his thoughts so closely guarded that she still had no idea. She smiled, however, at his willingness to share with her. Just like old times. “Good. Thank you. Put my mind at rest.” She grinned. “Their mistake indeed. They’ll regret it when whatever your plan is happens, and they realise they could of known about it all along.” She smirked. Then she thought of something else. “Loki? Will your plan take us back to Asgard?”
