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For Asgard (Chapter 24/?)

Summary: What if Odin had banished Loki to Earth instead of Thor? The story of how you, the Reader, meet and help Loki on his quest to return to Asgard.

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Thanks to the special permission given by Frigga, you were granted the luxury of being able to leave the palace the following day to explore the golden city of Asgard itself.

It's just as beautiful as you remember it.

You stroll down the immaculate cobblestone streets and meet very friendly locals along the way to the grand marketplace. It is here that you hope to find a small, yet perfect gift to bring back for Loki. A little something to represent a new beginning. To maybe, finally, leave the past in the past and start again. As new people.

As you pass a stand selling golden apples, you spot the jackpot you were looking for – a table of wonderfully timeworn Asgardian books! You scour through each stack, looking for just the right one. Oh, look! This one looks particularly appropriate. It's about a suave, trouble-seeking knight and his kind, but kickass princess and their various adventures on the run.

After you pay the kind woman behind the table (with the generous amount of money Thor insisted on giving you for your time here), you're about to turn back to get a better look at those golden delicious apples (pun intended) when an odd and familiar voice floats in the air behind you.

“You will be consumed...”

A little wiry haired woman walks behind you in passing and looks back to make eye contact with you. It's the old hag. The sketchy old broad who rightly predicted everything that has happened since you met her.

Even the Aether as it would seem.

Because initially, you had thought the final words of her prophecy had meant you were consumed with love for Loki. If only you'd known how literal the hag's words would be...

“Hey!”

Her witchy smile turns up and when you make a step towards her, she bolts through a crowd of people. You apologize while pushing your way through all the bodies, but you need to catch this witch. You demand answers! Could this have been prevented? How could she know all this? Was she always watching you?

The little old witch runs with the speed of horse as she leads you through a maze of dark Asgardian streets. Now you're gaining! You might just catch her!

Rounding the next corner a little too fast, your foot catches on a stone poking up from the road and you stumble into a tall body.

“Oof!” says the stranger.

“I am... so sorry. I should have been looking where-” You look up at what is the most gorgeous, towering blonde woman you've ever seen. Does Asgard have supermodels here, too? I mean, come on! The true beauty looks down at you with her jade green eyes and says, “Sweetie, you must be careful. That crazed witch lives just yonder. Come with me away from this district.”

“But I need to ask her something! I have to know-”

“That thing is positively a loon,” the woman insists with a laugh and pulls you by the hand back the way you came. “Pay no attention to her.” Once re-entering the marketplace again, she furrows her brow at you for a second in thought.

“Are you not the mortal woman taking refuge in the palace?”

“Yes, but how did you-?”

“Word travels fast around here. Trust me.” Her smile and charm is almost too dazzling. But in a good way, you think. Maybe you'll get to have an Asgardian friend while you're here! Besides Thor, of course.

“Are you be heading back to the palace? I happen to have a business matter to attend there, myself,” she says sweetly. “Would you accompany me?”

So delightful.

“Absolutely!” you agree. “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.” You tell her yours first for good measure. If you had blinked, you would have missed a split second of a curious expression appear on her face as you do so, but you have no clue as to why.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she says, tossing her blonde locks back. “I am Amora of Asgard.”

When you ladies reach the palace, all the guards whom you pass along the way to the Great Hall bow their heads slightly to Amora and ogle her as she saunters by. Who is she? One of the guards escorts her to Odin and Frigga at an epic battle strategy table.

“My liege,” he says, “I present you, Amora.”

The All-Father lights up. Well, as much as this grump can, but it's all too apparent to you.

“Amora!” Frigga says at seeing the blonde bombshell. “We have not seen you for centuries! My, how you have grown!”

“Frigga, my Queen,” Amora takes the Queen's hands in hers, “It has been forever and a day.”

“We must throw a feast in honour of your arrival. Tonight!” Odin says with proud finality.

How come she gets a feast upon arrival?

“Please, my King, it is not necessary,” Amora politely tries to decline. “I have come to humbly ask the All-Father a dire favour.”

“Feast with us and I shall listen,” Odin says firmly. “Guards, show our lovely Amora to the finest guest chambers.”

I take it I'm not in the 'finest guest chambers'...

“Thank you, good Odin,” she says, “but I do believe I still recall where they are.” Amora turns and gives you a quick wink. You can't help but jog a few steps to catch up her out of the Great Hall.

“How do they know you so well?” you can't help but ask. And like you so damn much? Who are you? Amora gives you a cheeky side glance.

“I used to, what do you mortals say? Date? Yes, I used to date the Prince of Asgard.”

Wow, I wonder why Thor let her go? You can only imagine the incredibly blond babies they could have had.

“You used to date Thor? Well, he is a pretty nice guy.”

There's something funny in the way Amora laughs.

“No, Sweetie, I used to date Loki.”

Thank the gods dinner is over.

Yes, the food was amazing, but the whole thing was weird as hell. Amora barely ate anything, while Thor stuffed his face like a wild animal beside you (except with him at least you found it endearing, unlike Odin at the head of the table – yikes). You could tell Amora was looking for an in to ask Odin about her supposed favour, but could never time it right. She sat across from you so you had kept a watchful eye on her all evening. More than once, her delicate foot brushed against yours under the table, to which she would keep uttering, “Apologies, Sweetie.” It also felt like Thor was trying his hardest to not pay any attention to the head-turning woman.

“Now, dear Amora,” Odin says, wiping the cooked boar off his beard. “Please enlighten me of this favour you spoke of earlier.”

“All-Father, my sister is in grave danger. More so than in the past...” Amora explains. “She has been taken by the Dark Elf known as Malekith. I know not what he wants with Lorelei, but-”

“The Dark Elves are dead,” Odin states coldly, while Thor shudders at the name Lorelei.

“Pardon my saying so, my Lord, but you are wrong. He has her and though we have had our many quarrels as sisters, she is just that. My sister. I must see her safe and I come to the house of Odin to seek your help against this fiend.”

Odin ponders stoically. It's difficult to read him. Finally, he speaks, “As I have said, the Dark Elves are dead.” The King gets up from the table and takes his leave. Frigga departs too, but not before smiling apologetically to Amora. To avoid the awkward air, you slip away to your chambers leaving Thor with the woman. Maybe he would speak to his father for her?

After a relaxing while of letting the food digest, you think now is the perfect time to visit Loki and bring him his gift. Initially, you had wondered how you might actually give him the book, but now a better idea came to mind. You would use the enchanted necklace to visit him in his cell, sit as close to him as possible without touching so as not to disrupt the illusion, and go on to read the book along with him. It was the perfect excuse to spend more time with him. He's probably extremely lonely in there all by himself. And surely he's come to terms with his mistakes from the past.

Right?

And in addition to the gift-giving, you will make sure to subtly ask Loki about this Amora woman. Had he loved her? Had they ever...?

Ugh, why hadn't he ever mentioned her before?

You clutch the book in front of you, unable to contain your growing excitement to see Loki's face when you show him what you've picked out for him. The necklace begins to glow around your neck as the room around you dissolves into to a whole other – the prison cell.

But, but-

But she's already here. Amora. And she's getting horribly close and cozy with Loki though not physically touching. Amora giggles at something Loki may have said and the sound of her laugh is so sickeningly cute that little woodland animals should be frolicking around her.

You feel sick.

She's probably trying to rekindle what she had with him. And by the looks of it, Loki is enjoying her company. How could he not? When she looks like that...? When Loki finally sees you there, he stands up from the table he was leaning against and starts to take a few steps toward to you. Your body goes tense and freezes up.

“I got this for you.” The sentence comes out robotically. “I'll leave.”

“Wait-” Loki says and tries to grab your hand, even though it's pointless. However, he ends up grabbing the book instead, and somehow a transference is made through the object as you dematerialize from the room. Back now in your chambers, mysteriously no longer with the book in hand, you simply stare at the wall for a moment. Soon enough, you find yourself breathing like you're running a marathon even though you're only pacing the floor. You stop and fall back on the bed and stare up at the golden canopy.

You aren't sure to whom you say this, but the words come out a whisper, “Why?”

Part 25

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