#mightethor

amora's smile blossoms sardonic, bitter - like a drink that must hide it's offensive aftertaste after too long spent in the sun, jane is nothing more than vinegar parading as vintage. still, amora finds jane's predicament to be almost revelationary, the unlikely catalyst of some deep upending within the goddess that plagues the former mortal with the enchantress' ire.

" are you not ? "

he who be worthy. amora can hear it even still, echoing, taunting - a faint voice stuck in some forgotten corner of a long corridor. even in amora's memories the once all-father abuses her. the enchantress refuses to suffer any longer in comparison, in case she run the risk of fulfilling the last will and testament of odin and his hubris.

the goddess stands erect, shoulders rolled back and chin lifted slightly as she assumes the perfect picture of valuation. she exhales slowly and it caresses jane's cheek with an invasive sort of warmth, a caution that comes as easy as breathing because that is what she is, is she not ? a warning of what might come to those who have the means to seize power in a world to timid to relinquish it?

" do not let them drive you to fear, thor. "

a perfectly manicured fingernail plays with the soft, curled tendril of jane's hair that falls against the familiar glint of asgardian armour - jane wears it well enough.

amora's next words are a harsh and hushed whisper, a near desperate plea from pariah to paragon and the final act of kindness that the enchantress may well muster for the woman.

" their fear is rooted in their inadequacies, in their pallid bid for power - but you and i know it is not theirs to take and it is not theirs to control. "

the words leave the goddess in a breathless rush as the possession releases her. amora, once again aloof and amused, glides back into place before claiming jane's attention with the bright glint of magic behind emerald eyes.

     “ WHAT  ELSE  AM  I  SUPPOSED  TO  DO ?  bleed  at  eternity’s  gate ? ”  the  king  valkyrie  is  sympathetic ,  her  smile  quickly  feels  much  sadder  than  it  feels  sarcastic .  she  squeezes  jane’s  hand  from  what  felt  like  a  deathbed  in  this  infirmary ,  the  necrosword  had  plunged  into  her  like  no  sword  ever  had  for  thousands  of  years .  she  sits  up ,  studying  the  mighty  thor  closely .  she  had  made  a  decision ,  the  scientist’s  will  much  stronger  than  many  in  the  realm .  a  formidable  warrior ,  and  a  beloved  sister .

     one  that  brunhilde  was  about  to  lose .

     sighing  shakily ,  she  admires  the  blonde  figure ,  the  determination  in  her  eyes .  the  king  valkyrie  wasn’t  a  fan  of  sacrifices .  pride  &  worry  paints  her  own  hues .  “ be  careful . ”  she  whispers ,  with  a  quick  glance  of  mjolnir ,  “ ...  please ,  be  careful .”

sitting,   mobius hands her the books he’s promised he’d bring,   all about multiverses and timelines and the possible science behind it.   ‘   you sure you can do this ?   we can just...   i don’t know,  play bingo.  ’

dark  green  silks  ,   one    of   asgardian   threads   have  been  long  discarded  on  his  way  to  new  asgard.    loki’s   signature  ,  perhaps.   he  no  longer   announced   himself  as  any  part  of  it  ─   he  was   neither   an   odinson  ,   nor   laufeyson   ,   only   loki.    loki  ,  that  both  created  and  curated   his   own  path ,   without  the  will   of  a   legacy   that   would   never   be   handed   down  to  him.    enough   of   that.     dreaming   and   being   bitter   of   what   he   thought   might    grant   him   a   place   of   home.     now  ,  he   stands   by    ,   watching   the   helmeted   figure    wield   mjolnir  ,   and   he   can’t   help   but   feel   the   thunder   soon   to   roll   in.    “  my  ,   my   ─    how   clandestine.   to   know   the   worthiness  of  mjolnir   ...      i   do   ,   like   you   better   ─    don’t   tell   my   brother   of   course ...   though  ,     who  could   be   beyond   the   mask?   are   you   going   to   make   me  guess?   “     loki   is    announcing   her  ─   presenting   himself   ,   though   he   doesn’t   believe   it  to  be  necessary   at   this   point.