The Worthy One

It would have indeed been far better to have such a discussion in a private setting, but as Amora saw it, if she sought Thor’s forgiveness, to set her self along the path that would regain her his affections, then it was best for it to be done in public where all could see that there was no use of enchantment. It was the Asgardian’s favorite rumor to spread whenever Amora and Thor were on good terms, and it was also their favorite misconception. Apparently, in their eyes, the most beautiful woman in the realms could not catch the eye of their prince without magic that rid him of his free will. It was an insult to the both of them, as she had known Thor to always look for the best within others and she would never desire for him to love her by false means. Enchantment was only ever a handy tool when one didn’t care for the other, when one merely needed their bidding done. A better use for her sorcery in that moment was conjure a pitcher of ale for him to refill his tankard at his leisure.

Though, as he acknowledged his role in the ups and downs of their relationship, it caused a slight heat to travel up along the back of her neck and her stomach to knot up as she remembered each instance, emerald gaze never left his face. Focusing on him seemed to make it easier to not let the pain wholly get to her. For as much as he could anger, he had a tendency to soothe as well. “I forgive you, Thor, how could I not? I know it will be a long road, that it will take hard work, for you to be able to say the same, but, to me, you have always been worth every effort in the world. My mistakes were more grave than yours, but I apologize for them all the same and hope that you can see my sincerity. I no longer desire to be the spurned woman whose rage your brother uses to his advantage, I am tired of fighting you, of having to pretend to hate you when, in truth, I could love no one more than I do you. I am weary of this life, this path, and having to navigate this endless existence without you.”

      She conjures him a pitcher of ale and he thanks her softly, reaching out for it to refill his tankard as he mulls over the conversation. He knows what the people of Asgard will think if he gives into the increasingly strong temptation to truly give this woman another chance, to let her back into his life-- into his chambers. He knows they’ll accuse her of using her magic, despite how much he’d attempt to assure them otherwise. But, if he truly does wish to forgive her, he cannot let the Asgardians hold him back. He does miss her, more than he would care to admit. Even if he doesn’t always feel he can truly trust her words, he knows that will come with time. And effort.

“Unfortunately. The people who only care about money aren’t really worth hanging around,” she said. Colleen flushed softly, glancing down at her lap before she looked back up at him. “Thank you. Look, you’ve helped save the world a couple times, so I just consider this balancing the books. I’m happy to help out - you know in my own way.” Maybe just a girl with a samurai sword couldn’t do much when the world was on the brink of disaster but she could let a god of thunder crash at her place. 

Even if they didn’t quite know where to begin or how to go about it, Thor and Amora had a considerable amount of things to talk about, so, after another long sip from her goblet, she set it down atop the table and leaned back into her seat, crossing long legs to make herself comfortable and settle in for what would undoubtedly be a conversation that at times grew uncomfortable and heated, but ultimately needed to be had. She knew, even as he spoke, that he had little reason to believe her in her intent to make amends since she had, indeed, turned against him, but betrayal wasn’t quite the word she would use when it came to them. Loki had betrayed Thor, Loki had betrayed Amora, but Amora, she had only ever loved Thor. To a fault. It was that love, whenever he spurned her, that caused her to act out, to turn against him and side herself, once more, with his enemies. It was hurt that had driven her down darker paths, heartbreak that made her stand against he whom she loved above all, and for it she had grown to almost loathe what she had become; someone he felt he could not look to for any reason. 

“I have turned against you on battlefield, I will not deny that, I have sought revenge against your father many a time, I murdered Donald Blake to teach you a lesson in those you’ve left behind. I have done awful things, Thor, but I never betrayed thee. Do you not recall happier times? When you bestowed your affection upon me, and I aided you in all things? Your love was all it ever took for me to renounce my wicked ways, but whenever you…grew tired of me or remembered your love for Sif, that was all it took for darkness to consume me once more.” Taking another sip, her tongue swept across her lower lip before letting out a deep sigh. What a curse it was to be so affected, so changed by the love, or lack thereof, of one man. She had become a slave to her own dominion of unending love. “I do not want you to gaze at me with disdain contorting your features any longer. To see it cuts deeper than you could ever know.”

      This is, perhaps, a conversation they really should have in private. Since they often tend to end it in an argument. But, he meant it when he said this is the last chance he’ll give her. It also means that he’s going to attempt not to hold the past against her, even if he’ll not forget the past. Something he needs to make clear to her-- but he allows her a moment to talk. To get her thoughts across. And as she does, his eyes flick down to his drink, thumb swiping idly against the wood before he eventually locks eyes with her once again. She’s not wrong. In the past, he has been cruel to her without realizing. Tossed her aside for Sif, used her love for him for his benefit and then been surprised when she’d come for him with his enemies. 

A grin tugged at her lips, “Well, I mean … I know you’re an Avenger but you’ve gotta split time between here and Asgard right?” She said. A man with duties in two worlds, now who did that remind her of. “It’s an unfortunate fact of life that you have to spend money when you’re on Earth if you want to do … anything really. I’ve got a job here though, I do PI work, and it’s gone pretty successful for most of my life.”

        “At least I have a brain. Do you ever learn to not test the limits.” 

         “    IN A SENSE,    ”            hesitant sigh follows longing eyes to a nearby window.            “     freddie mercury died of DISEASE back in 1991. BUT his music is still well-known world-wide.    ”

“Brother, I — I know you blame me for father’s death, but I swear I had no intention of — of killing him.”

“ I’ll bet all the money I have that you don’t know who Patrick Swayze is. But just so you’re familiar, you shared the same flowing gold locks. ”

     “... No, I do not know this Swayze you speak of,” He lifts a brow ever so slightly, arms crossed over his chest. “And a nickname of his is Point Break?” 

     “ NO , perhaps it doesn’t , but it sure does help with your  MARKETABILITY , Lord of Thunder.  And in entertainment , what matters most is your , uh , APPEAL to the audience. And if you want to stand a chance in the arena with my dear champion , then you’re gonna need all the help you can get . ”