amora_the_enchantress: (Default)
Amora didn't tend to do follow up visits to her former toys, but this was a special matter. All those years ago she'd left Romanoff expecting her to die yet now, that young girl lived on. All grown up.

After observing her actions for few more days, she now decided to wait in Nats apartment. Two glasses and a bottle of unopened wine upon the table, just sitting gently tapping her fingernails upon the surface. Tick.. Tock. The hours few by in seconds, until she heard the latch click. She waved her hand the lights switching on, and wearing a grin on her face.

"So little girl. I see you did okay for yourself"
odinsonthor: (1. AU Looking Down/Tired)
It had been long since he started his wandering around the lands. After seeing sights he could not remove from his mind. So much blood. So many dead.

Looking to his hands, now he could only see dirt. The stains of red clouded for now. In his mind everyday he replayed events. Could one man.. No. He was no longer a man, really do so much damage in desperation?

“How could he?” he whimpered as tears clouded in his eyes. He knew he was no better. By now it was evident he had become a monster. His skin had grown pale and his eyes darkened. Even Sif, and the friendly faces he once knew couldn’t convince him to stay. For once in his life, he considered himself very much alone. But what of Loki? The man at the centre of that. Horror.

A shiver down his spine as he coughed a little, bringing one hand to his face. It had been long since he drank. Dragging his feet he stumbled falling face first into the dirt. Tears begin to stream down his face as he pushes himself up.

“How could you do it? Why?!” He shouted as he steadied himself onto his knees. Hunching over he let out a cry before beginning to push himself back up. Looking around he found himself back upon the entrance to the place of origin. Although it had been so long he could still smell blood.

Each of his wanderings seemed to lead him here and now. In desperation he seemed to want vengeance. Once he had towered above as a hero and now he stood a pathetic mess. Covered in dirt, his clothes now rags. It was time to confront that which ailed him. If only he knew where to find him.
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