1964-04-17 - Noninterference
Summary: Amora seeks out Loki in an attempt to warn him away from interfering with her plans.
Related: Asgardian Logs
Theme Song: None
amora loki 


Loki is in the bookstore, still, but it is not as it was. There are many empty places in the store, now, whereas it was once piled in corners. The owner of the store is not at the front of it, currently, though there's a little bell that would tell him if someone entered. Some of the shelves have been moved around to make room for a set of tables, in the back, where several stacks of the missing books reside.

*

There was no bell to bring, no chime above the door disturbed. For Amora appeared as she was wont to do. A haze of green smoke and flicker of light followed before the beautiful blonde appeared in the corner where reclined against the wall in her Asardian form, tall, blonde and seemingly sculpted from every beauty ideal imaginable.

High heels clicked as she pushed off from the wall, blonde hair freely flowing down her back as she stepped toward Loki himself with a narrowed eye glance and a sharp, hooked, smile.

"Darling," She purred, hands held out at her sides.

*

Loki looks up immediately from where he's reviewing at least 4 open books, spread out on the tables. The moment he feels the air change, he narrows his eyes, and her advance has him immediately on edge, "That is close enough." he says sharply, drawing one closed book to cover another.

*

A mocking pout crosses her lips, and Amora pauses, hand on her hip and with a flutter of black eyelashes. "I'm hurt that you mistrust me so," She breathed, and in between one blink and the next she'd formed into mist and appeared just before him. Her hands reaching out to try to trace against his jawline.

"After all, I'm merely here to thank you.." She breathed.

*

Loki jerks his head away when she tries to touch him, eyes glinting sharply. He backs up a pace, to have room in the little sanctum he's set up for himself back here, and his dark hair brushes his shoulders with the sudden motion. Then he lashes out with a sudden physical attack at her, trying to backhand her across the face, hissing while he does it.

*

Laughter echos in the room, as the image of Amora fades into light and she appears behind him, at ease, leaning against the wall. "Oh dear. Jumpy, aren't we. You know, I'm truly hurt. My old friend Loki would never have raised a hand against me." She laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

"I am being completely honest when I say that I am here to thank you, darling. For if you hadn't taken over Asgard and destroyed so very much, I'd never have had Sif out of the way. Never had a chance at Thor." She smiled, ruby lips pulled wide.

"I'd be exiled and left with no hope or happiness. So thank you."

*

"STOP ASSUMING!" Loki still seems very defensive, definitely on edge. "I am not the same Loki as /you/ knew! I did not sire children…or any of these other things that people keep claiming! The entire point of dying…to start over, not be burdened with someone else's mess!" Black brows knit deeply, "Let me at least make my own." He clenches his jaw, briefly. "As for you…and Thor…I would believe it for more than a breath if he even recognized who he was. You have him so mixed up that he is /worshipping/ his own self." Thin lips draw into a disdainful purse.

*

Amora looked less than pleased, "Your old self still managed to leave a safety plan behind in the form of his memories. I highly doubted he desired a 'fresh start', no. Not when he was too busy playing regent and screwing over everyone else in the Nine Realms, threatening Ragnarok with his tantrums." She murmured, her voice low and sultry.

Her hand settled on her chest, above her heart. "I swear, however, by the All-father. That I am not the one to have scrambled our dearly beloved Thunderer's memories nor taken his powers. Only one who commands the Odin-force can change an Asgardian so. Much less the hammer as well." She murmured, tapping her chest as she spoke.

"Which leaves two: your past self, the Regent, or Odin himself." She arched a brow.

"I am merely ensuring that he doesn't do something foolish in his state. He tried to kill a drake the other day, alone. You do know that he'd be dead several times over without me."

*

"He wields the hammer…he should know who he is. That does not make sense. And…I am extremely certain that my former self was absolutely responsible for his current state, /before/ you found him. I have recovered memories…and they are all /fond/ of my brother. Meanwhile, you have poisoned him with hatred towards me…" Loki accuses, making sure he still has enough room to move.

*

Amora arched a brow, leaning her shoulders back against the wall as she eyed him. "Darling, your past self spent over one hundred years here, hiding on Midgard. He told none of his family. Yet I found him, and when I did? Soon after Thor came to Midgard, and I was ordered to bring him back to Asgard, away from mortal's and their beds. Your past self? He hated Thor. He lost his, cool, his control.. shattering glass and destroying much of his apartment at the news." She smirked, and as she whispered the next few words, it sounded as if she were breathing them into the shell of his ear.

"I have never seen him so livid, as when I told him we both knew who's bed I'd prefer to be in." She grinned wickedly.

"Make no mistake, your past self hated the Thunderer." She flipped her hair back and glanced over him.

"As far as how Thor sees you? Darling, I told him naught. He hates you for your past misdeeds. Numerous as they are."

*

Loki squints his eyes. "And yet I love him. I want to fight beside him…those are the memories that /I/ have:…memories of a bow, and a /sword/, not a hammer, yet, not a spear. Memories of a land encased in snow, and jungles full of great cats and dragons. /These/ are the memories returning to me. NOT memories of…this other self, of which I am /sick/ hearing. I am not him. I DENY HIM. I am my own Loki." He wets his lips and lifts his chin.

*

Amora shrugged lightly, and summoned a chair with a wave of her hand, settling down with an air of mild annoyance. "Yes, yes, so you are. Bravo. All of which doesn't matter to any of the other Asgardians who are doubtless looking for you, and would be more than happy to bring you in and throw you in the dungeons." She smiled, leaning back in her chair as she watched him.

"Nor will it matter when the memories are unlocked and returned to you, for then you will become the Loki-that-was. You hold memories of youth, ones long since gone and forgotten else wise. You are not the first Loki to become this, nor will you be the last. I am just as aware of the others as you are, darling. I have seen them in the mirrors, in the pools, in the weavings of the realms."

*

"You still are not listening to me. No matter what I say…you do not listen. I am not the other, and I never will be. He is dead, and he has taken his memories with him. Others are unlocked, but none so recent as would be useful. You are wrong. Or, if you are right, then…if you sense this magical spell so well, destroy it." Loki challenges with his dark brows lofted, confident.

*

A smirk, and Lorna settled her hands atop of her knees as she folded her legs. "No, I wouldn't dream of doing that, darling. You see the past Loki was my friend. Backstabbing, horrible, and a prince of lies indeed.. But my friend. And I owe him. And since you claim that you are not him? Claim that you desire not your recent memories?" She tilted her head.

"It makes you not my friend. Not the man I owe." She leaned back, eyeing him up and down.

"So I shall be leaving his spell intact. In fact, I shall happily work to see it carried out to fruition."

*

Loki just chuckles and shakes his head faintly. "You will lose. You see…I am me…and I can imagine what I may have been thinking, and if things went so poorly that he killed himself, his provision was not to become the same man, again."

*

A shrug, as she reclined in the chair. "Darling, I shall be utterly honest with you. I am happy, for once in my long life, I am well and truly happy. I did not use magic, nor have I lied to the Thunderer. I protect him, and serve him. Infere with that, and I will work to end what you have here. Be through disrupting your plans to keep your past self away… or to hide from other Asgardian's eyes. Currently, however?" She smiled beautifully.

"I am content to leave you to your ends if you leave me and the Thunderer alone."

*

"Funny that. I am also happy. Destroy what you think would bring my former incarnation back…and I can offer you something in return. A friendship again…with someone who would be the /ally/ of your true love." Loki offers to her with a cock of his head.

*

An arched brow followed, "No. I do not desire friendship. I care not what the Thunderer considers of you or not. We are quite happy as we are now. Whether he ever remembers himself or not matters little to me. I am happy with him. You are happy as you are. A promise of noninterference is all I can or will promise you." She murmured, tilting her head to the side.

"Are you even aware of what spells your former self cast?" She hitched a brow upwards.

*

"A moment ago, you were keen to have the evil one back. Then I suggested you would lose…and now are you /afraid/." Loki turns to the side, and his fingertips touch one of the books he was studying. "Born in a book shop. I have been following the trail. I will get there, whether you help me or not." The green-eyed godling does seem different than their first encounter. He is certainly far more aware of what he is, and has a sly confidence about him.

*

"Your past self desired forgiveness, from all who he'd wronged or knew him. It behooves you to not gain the Thunderer's forgiveness. To not become his ally. For each step closer that you bring yourself to him, you bring yourself ever closer to your destruction and the former's return." She pursed her lips, standing with a languid motion and roll of her hips.

"A man that broke my poor apprentice's heart by leaving her abandoned and alone. The poor mortal. So cruel, to teach her such things and abandon her. A wicked thing. I may play men's hearts but I do not open their eyes to the greater realms before I abandon them." She murmured, dragging a hand through her hair as she sent a narrowed eyed glance toward Loki.

"I am keen to bring him back, for I know he'd remember not to cross me." She hissed, green eyes flickering with power. "We were alike, too untrustworthy by far. It worked out well for both of us to not destroy one another's plans. You however, remember me only as I was. Not as I am."

*

Loki chuckles again. "You just…do not understand. I will never remember her. And if I did, I would only remember why I left her. There is no hope for her affection at all. You fault, again, my previous incarnation. I /will/ gain Thor's trust again, you will see. You will see. There's nothing against you in that, though." Loki makes a casual gesture in the air.

*

A sniff, "Then cement your own destruction," She waved a hand, "I warned you the components of the failsafe your past self created. If you survive through Asgard's eyes and guards that would seek your death, then you will earn your beloved 'forgiveness' and be erased." She waved a hand.

"I care not. Do not get in my way. The Thunderer, as he is or as he may change is my only concern. Cross him, betray him, harm him or the relationship we have started.. and then I shall care."

A glance was offered, a pinch of her brows following as she studied the Trickster. There seemed to be some great sadness there in her gaze, but then it was gone just as it had arrived and she was turning on her heels. "Your past self, your current self, and your future self. They're all you darling. I fault the being a the center of the pallindrome."

And just like that she started to fade into nothing, merely twisting around once more to wink in his direction as she poofed into a cloud of green smoke and light.

*

Loki cannot stop her from leaving, so she is allowed to fade away after her last word.

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