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"Ah yes…behold: Middle America!" One grand gesture was given and then she flopped back against Amora’s arm. Her phone was half a second from slipping out of her pocket, but while squinting from unnecessarily bright overhead lighting she was able to pull an app up; tapping the screen with her thumb to catch Amora’s attention. "While we shop you can look for people of Wal-Mart, see? It shows you all the kinds like zoo animals.”

“People of Wal-Mart?” She looked down at what Jane held and raised a brow, stopping for a moment so she could focus on the screen. Amora snatched the phone and swiped through the different pictures, looking up every few seconds to see if she could spot someone similar in their surroundings. “Jane look, hurry!” she exclaimed, gesturing to a man whose pants were not quite covering his posterior. The blonde broke into a fit of laughter and nearly dropped the device. “Such things never happen on Asgard, you were surely right about that.”

Practically staggering, she hooked her arms around Amora’s waist and almost face-planted as they were veiled and transported within seconds. Considering Loki and Bifröst she should have been used to it, but still she found herself clinging to the Goddess. Pavement beneath her boots finally encouraged her to squint one eye open, look up, and gasp. “Well, then…! Amora the Enchantress, welcome to Wally World! Let’s go.”  

Amora held onto Jane’s hand tightly as the more petite woman guided her through the parking lot. If there had been no alcohol in her system, she would have found this place to be completely unsavory, but it was like an amusement park at the moment. She didn’t bother to stifle her laughs anymore, and let them flow with joy as they finally made it into the building.

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Fallen angels at my feet Whispered voices at my ear Death before my eyes Lying next to me I fear She beckons me Shall I give in Upon my end shall I begin Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end

The large throne room was drowning in the golden light of the setting sun. It was empty save the one presence that was Loki, meekly waiting in the maze of pillars to the left of his rich seat. The entirety of his clothing and leather was black, barely even hints of his usual green. His armor that he bear held a more silvery tone compared to the typical gold he exhibited about the palace. There was no cape, nor helmet, not even a visible weapon such as a sword or spear. He had thought to bring a sword, but the sheath would only slow him down. If all went according to plan, there would be no need of any weapons he had stored in hidden alcoves.

His back was leaning against a pillar, hands in front of him. One rubbed circles into the other as his gaze was held down, almost looking through the skin and bones. The entirety of his presence was calm, silent. If the black contrast of his garb had not made him stick out amongst the rivers of gold, one would assume no one to reside within the vast hall. Loki did not doubt the Enchantress to show, with his manipulative means to string her along and pretend to outwardly doubt her abilities, she’d jump on the chance to prove him wrong. Next to Sevlyn, he trusted no one else (if one would even call this trust) to journey with him.

Earlier, when she’d left his presence, she had made her way back to the chambers she was allotted in the palace. With only a vague amount of information to go off of, she had no choice but to prepare for any type of journey that he might inevitably take them on. This wasn’t the first time they’d be adventuring together, for they had done so many times in the past. Still, she never knew exactly what to expect from him. They were no longer innocent youths hoping to explore with mere curiosity; no, this would be far more dangerous, but that prospect lit a flame of excitement in her.

It wouldn’t be long until the sun set, so she made the most of her time. With years of experience under her hypothetical belt, she was able to craft a myriad of useful potions in less than half an hour. Once bottled up, she placed them in a small satchel and set it aside as she started to collect the weapons he had requested. The Enchantress had limited knowledge of physical combat, for she relied on her skills in the arcane to defeat her foes. Nonetheless, she gathered up a number of daggers and throwing knives, hiding them in different places on her person in case she needed to access them quickly.

Great minds think alike, so she too wore an attire different from what she would normally. She loved green more than any other color, but even she knew it was it was too eye-catching for the trip they were about to make. The blonde clad herself in a black cloak, covering her dark leather outfit. Amora had more in common with the trickster than she did with any other.

Once everything was in order, she grabbed her satchel and slung it over her shoulder before making her way back to the meeting spot. Soon enough, her emerald gaze fell upon him and she nodded along with his words, even though his head was down.

&& it’s times like this when she wonders why she does things like this. WHY she seeks out pain && hurt to only end up a c r u m p l e d mess on the floor. but curiosity has the cat’s tongue && she can’t feign her interest in the perky blonde.

S U R E L Y at the other end of the spectrum, the two women had been vastly different. OR at least that’s what she had said to herself, lying back down. wrong address, the woman had spoken as she opened the door, clad in pajamas. && no sooner had her face appeared had the other left, figurative tail between her legs as she sulked.  

                                                                             so why was she here now ?

     Slender fingers sifted through dark hair as a lithe hand caressed      her side. She leaned in close, showering his face with warm kisses. It didn’t      matter to her if he was betrothed to another, for their time spent together was      always fun & exciting.

     Right as she was about to present him with more marks of affection, the      sound of someone walking down the hallway rang in her ears. There was      always a chance that it was just a guard on patrol, one who wouldn’t bother      them, but the footsteps seemed light & feminine. If she left his chambers      right away, there was the possibility that they could still retain their secrecy;      at least, that was what she hoped.

     The blonde sprung up immediately, & made a hopeless effort to fix her      appearance before she reached for the door, but to her surprise it was already      starting to open. With her head hung low, she rushed past the other woman      & headed back to her own quarters.

      Night had come & gone, & the sun was already risen high in the air. There       were a couple of things she needed to clear up today, much to her dismay.       Now, here she was, in front of the Lady Sigyn. She was about to exchange       pleasantries, but the other had already jumped right to it; though it didn’t       seem very PLEASANT at all.

           ❝ Of course I know you, dear ---- everyone in this realm does. I’m                sure you’ve heard of me, as well? We’ve never had the opportunity                to speak with one another, since I’m always so busy with my duties                as the Court Sorceress, but it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. ❞

     She offered her a smile, & continued with what she had to say.

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   Once they were out of her apartment, she shut the door    behind them and locked it. Her keys found their way back    into her purse and she managed to catch his gaze on her,    a self-assured expression forming on her face. “Trying to    make me swoon already?” she questioned, and took hold    of his arm, “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

     ❝ Very well. I’ll go retrieve all that I need, and then             I’ll meet you here again before it’s time to go.                                 Until then, darling. ❞

       ❝ Ｉf you think yourself worthy of my tasks,                  then I’ll run you though a test.

   The warrior stepped a pace closer, her inner strings being    (  wound & wound  ) more with every word that left the     other’s mouth,

   The Enchantress crossed her arms over her chest & scoffed;     if anyone could get under her skin, it was the Lady Sif. She     gave her an indignant look, eyes blazing with scorn.

        && she doesn’t know why but the woman let’s out an AUDIBLE            sigh at the other’s explanation. there’s a gentle flicker of storm            ridden eyes that turn them as clear as day as she motions for            the ladies near her door to leave them. a G E N T L E hand moves             to the couch motioning for the other to sit. silence fills her as she                                                        let’s words sink in.

            ❝ THOR ——?❞&& she almost wants to scorn the woman for saying such             lies, but if the conversation had told her anything it’s that AMORA’S             intention was /not/ to H U R T her. but that does not diminish the             sinking feeling in her stomach as she realizes what this m e a n s.             && like the Q U E E N she’d been brought up to be her next question             leaves lips with tactic && measure.❝—&& who are these allies of                                                                 THOR’S ? ❞

       FOR A MOMENT she looked away from Sigyn, just to watch        her ladies in waiting depart, & then her eyes focused upon her        once more. The Enchantress was certain now that it might be        worthwhile to continue her story, for her acquaintance seemed        curious – even if she didn’t necessarily think her words were true.

       ❝ Yes, THOR, ❞  she murmured, voice laced with contempt &        a hint of something else. There was a day when she would have        done anything to win his heart, but such feelings were long gone.        Instead, she longed for someone more seemingly unobtainable        than him. Now was not the time to muse over her desires, however,        for there was still much left to be said. ❝ His allies are the ones        who were once known as the ‘Avengers’ & ‘X-Men.’ Do you know        of them ? Ask any questions you may have and I will try my best        to give you answers. ❞