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It's a New Year, a time of hope and opportunities to change what one didn't get to last year. Fandral sits at a local coffee shop, watching the Midgardians go throughout their day, making their resolutions and breaking them in the next breath. He lightly sips his coffee, using his abilities to see if he can affect the resolve of those around them. It's nothing hard, just a simple push for a 'healthier' choice like non-fat or sugar-free. However, anyone that knows the normally noble knight, knows that Fandral takes his gifts rather seriously and would never play with the mortals in such a fashion. Fandral is counting on his subtle pushes to fall under the radar of those that might have a greater understanding. With Loki out of the picture, there's less changes for the Asgardian to be caught getting familiar with his gift.
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Unfortunately for the god of Spring, there was at least one Asgardian still on Midgard that not only understood such magic, but frequently abused her powers of a similar nature to ensure the best manner amusement reached her. The Enchantress oozed with power once more, whatever Fandral had seen of her since her exile to Midgard months ago? This was a return to form. Magic practically glowed beneath her skin and every inch of her screamed perfection and a predatory inclination to use it.
Dressed in a mortal form, her appearance and in fact her draw, were hardly muted in the least. Almost as if before all had seen her from behind a veil, and now she'd drawn it back to reveal all.
To Fandral, it would be Amora in her rawest sense, when she was at the height of her powers in Asgard nearly.
High heels clicked as she angled her position toward the blonde warrior, and slid into place beside him at the coffee shop as if she'd meant to be there above all other places.
"Well hello darling, it would seem you're a very lucky man.."
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Fandral, a god of Spring, is not in his current glory. To one such as Amora, she would sense that there is a hollowness to the man that was not there before he killed the empty vassal that was standing in for Amora. The power he displays is unfettered, raw as if he's not sure of his own abilities. A look of guilt, almost like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, passes his face as if he didn't expect another to notice the subtle acts of a god of desire, "Lady Amora." He dials down his power as she sits down, shifting his energies to almost hide the missing gaps that might seem like a vulnerability to one such as she, "I had heard rumors of your resurgence, but have not had the pleasure of seeing your recovery myself." He lets his eyes wonder over her form, his appreciation is there as he looks over her form, "You look well. Much better." He gives a wry laugh, "No thanks to me of course."
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A dry look was sent his way, and she took the time to admire her nails. "I'd say you are a lucky man on many fronts, Fandral. Mostly because of the chaos that has occured in Asgard. Eyes are no longer turned to you, in fact, your transgression will most likely be entirely forgotten." A slow smile as those green eyes lifted to eye him.
"Including the spell you placed upon Lady Sif. Who was /quite/ enraged by it." She smirked, a wicked thing.
"But you see, none of that matters anymore, of course.."
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Fandral had an amused look at the mention of Asgard forgetting his 'crime' of interfering with Odin's punishment. But at the mention of Sif's rage, Fandral can no longer hold his amusement and lets out a hearty laugh, "She broke the spell? Really? I did not think that she had the mettle." The man gives a wicked look to Amora, "Tell me my dear that you…you didn't betray me by breaking my little faux pas." He leans forward and look at Amora with a soft smile, "Because I would be disappointed Lady Amora after all I did to get here…to this moment where you are back in your former glory."
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Her smirk widened and she leaned back and laughed, "Oh I did, darling. You see the Queen is why I am as I am." Her smile faded, "Frigga demanded that Karnilla return my heart after Sif and Thor spoke with her. She bound me to serve Sif." Her hand twisted in his direction and she sighed.
"So I undid it. You naughty boy, an enchantment on the bride to be of the Crown Prince? Tis bold indeed.. and pales in comparison to your meddling with me." She fluttered those thick eyelashes and then laughed again.
Her smirk returned.
"But lucky for you, Asgard no longer has Odin on the throne as acting King." She lowered her gaze, refolding her legs.
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"It doesn't?" Fandral asks with curiosity and a twinkling eye, "And who sits on the throne. Surely not Thor, my beloved…" He says beloved in a teasing way, "brother of arms and his delightful mate." Yes, there's a weariness because he knows that Sif is not going to be pleased, "Really, I would have hoped you would have kept my little game a secret. Telling on me is so…unlike you." He gives her a playful look, "And here I was hoping that once we got you sorted that you would be my ally." He puts his hand over his heart, "I am wounded, truly wounded that you would set me on the darker path." There is a careful look as if he's curious just how much trouble he's in with Thor over this matter.
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A flutter of eyelashes follows. "I was bound as ordered by the Queen, to serve the lady Sif.. Now however?" She shrugged, "The terms of my bindings were till she married Thor or was Queen.. Now either of those conditions shall be filled anytime soon." She reclined in her chair, eyes glittering with amusement.
"Loki is King, Thor is branded a traitor, the Bifrost has been broken … and Lady Sif has been tending to a fallen Heimdall. Who was blinded." She waits, falling silent to measure his expression that was sure to come.
"You, darling, are of no concern anymore to anyone.."
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"Loki is king," Fandral tests that out with a look of surprise, "And Thor a traitor. Oh now Lady Amora, you have truly surprised me with his findings. Clearly my personal matters have consumed me to the point where I have missed pertinent happenings. Whatever did Thor do to get himself branded a traitor?" He glowers at the news that the Bifrost is broken, "And the Bifrost…does that mean we are all stuck on Midgard? Or does Loki have other ways of deploying his troops?"
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A chuckle followed at his reaction and she nods, "Mmm, Loki is acting King. He is playing regent, 'till Odin is healed. He was attacked by Laufey, it would seem. And has fallen into the Odin-sleep." She turned her gaze to her nails again, admiring them in the light.
"I know not what occurred to label the Thunderer as traitor, but it would seem it has stuck. He is missing otherwise. Hence… well, you're hardly a concern politically now. And in regards to the Bifrost?" She shrugged, and grinned.
"Tis indeed broken, how I know not. But aye, no travel between the realms. You are stuck on Midgard.. And Asgard's armies cannot move."
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Fandral swears under his breath at the confirmation that there is no travel between realms, "Really? I am finding my stay here rather…limiting." He nods to the mortals around them, unaware of the powerful man and woman in their mists, "And the longer I stay here, the less patience I have. I was hoping to return to Asgard and see to my duties there." He tries to keep it casual but there is an impatience at being trapped on Midgard, "And Sif, is in Asgard I assume, since she is tending to Heimdall…and not here to lay her wrath on me?" He's feeling it out, making sure that he doesn't have to start watching his back, "Was Thor with her when the BiFrost fell or is he here?" Another possible concern if he knows about Fandral's mettling with Sif.
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Another soft chuckle and Amora twines her fingers through her hair, looping golden curls between her fingers. "Mmm, no darling. Sif is here on Midgard, as Heimdall was thrown here. Thor.. is missing.. You need not be concerned with Sif. For she is in a rage over her brother's state and desires nothing more than Loki's head on a pike. As you can see.. you're quite luck in terms of how everything fell into place." She breathed, leaning forward briefly and away again after a moment.
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Fandral gives a laugh, "I must have a guardian watching over me to have such distractions keeping others at bay." Fandral tells her with a wry smile, "A beautiful woman restored and past transgressions left aside so I can continue my journey without fear. Yes, I am a lucky man." He reaches out and then carefully takes her hand if she lets him, "Although, I would have been more lucky if I had been able to help you that day Lady Amora." There's the charming Fandral that everyone knows and loves, "I did…want to help you at the time. And do not regret my failure. At least, I tried."
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Amora lets him capture her hand for a mere minute before she withdraws her manicured hand from his grip. She peers at him from beneath the flutter of eyelashes and she rolled her shoulders back with a faint scent of juniper and frost wafting up from her.
"Tis a foolish thing to rely on luck as you do, Fandral." She drawled softly, and she leaned away from him, a hand moving to prop up her chin. "But lucky you are. I thought to deliver the news, for you appeared to have no heard it. Asgard is in upheaval…" She waved her hands in a wordless manner between them.
"And the rest of the realms shall feel it's echos."
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"I may not be at risk for punishment but at the same time, I am not in favor either. If our king needs me…I will heed his call," Fandral offers with a little smile, knowing that in the past Loki and Amora have been allies, "And I appreciate the news. I have been distracted with personal matters." He does his best to look embarassed, "And now have a clearer picture on what is going on."
He does withdrawal his hand when it appears she does not share his desire for something more, "Any other news? How is that apprentice…Lady Scarlett?" He gives a curious look, "I am wondering how she has faired through all of this."
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Amora eyed him and shrugged lightly, not tipping her hand either way in regards to how she truly felt in regards to the Trickster's rise to power. Nor of the Thunderer's fall. Allied to Loki she might frequently be, but Thor had always held her heart.
"The apprentice is now once more, my apprentice. She whole and she is hale. A woman spurned is naught one for listening to the company of men once more. Poor darling dear heart, she fell for the Trickster ever so hard." A smirk, "But she has fallen into the Enchantress' knowledgeable arms quite safely. And I have no intention of letting that broken heart go unused."
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"I am sorry to hear that Lady Scarlett was bruised in her admiration of the Trickster. Loki has always put his ambitions above affairs of the heart," Fandral has a smirk for a moment, "While my heart has always outweighed any ambitions. So as you can see, we suffer from very different problems." He looks at Amora with question in his eyes, "And now that the realms are closed, what ambitions do you have my dear? I would know what the famed Enchantress has planned for all of us." There is a question there if anything stands between them.
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Amora stood, a hand settling on her hip as she looked him over, green nails of her other hand traced patterns on the wooden table between them. "You'll just have to watch and find out, darling. Everyone will. You know me," A smirk once more flashed on her ruby lips and she dipped lower toward him. A hand reaching out to trace over his arm and up to his shoulder.
"I do love to keep the audience guessing."
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"And I love what this new lease on life has given you," Fandral tells Amora, letting his appreciation for all her assets show, "I know my sacrifice did nothing to help your situation but I am glad you found yourself again. Just as I…have found myself." He motions to himself with a rueful look, "I am still missing pieces of course but none of them are apparently that important." Just the love for Sif and other key components but it's fine, the hollowed man seems to be doing well, "And of course, I am relearning my gifts. It's a bit of a hardship." Making experimentation necessary if the look on his face is any indication.
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Amora leaned away after a moment's pause, nails tracing against the edge of his shirt before briefly in passing, all tease. Magic swirled at her touch, a hint of desire, remembered touches glancing off him. She was an expert at playing a flirtatious game just as he was.
"You're a little old to be relearning anything, darling. But it's okay. I won't hold it against you.." She exhaled, dragging her lower lip between her teeth.
"If you decide you need me, you know how to find me.." She arched a golden brow upwards and just as she had appeared, she vanished.
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Fandral feels a stirring in his loins as she teases him and then swears when the winsome wench vanishes, leaving him in need, "Oh Lady Amora…you do play with fire." His blue eyes flash for a moment and then he clenches his jaw, apparently speaking to himself, "No…no Fandral, not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. Your prince is gone. His lady is broken and the Trickster sits on the throne. Stop fighting me so hard. You've already lost. Your kingdom is in ruins. Stop. Fighting. Me." He then gets up and quickly walks away to find a quieter place to reign himself in where the Midgardians aren't watching.
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