I looked around the entire room, hearing footsteps that echoes throughout the entire section of this hell hole. Or as Loki calls it, Asgard's rehabilitation center for mere villainy. That delusional coward, in every single way that I can think about killing him ever so quickly. And leave him to die at pin against the wall of some place in the heart of Midgard, either that or turn him into a child. I sighed, as I stared at my hands. "Came to see how mad…I've become, my dear?" I proclaimed.

"No, I've been looking for you. Ever since-"

"LIAR!"

"Let me finish!"

I looked up and saw Loki standing behind the glass.

"Are you going to let me finish, Amora?" he asked.

I closed my eyes for a split second. "What have they done to you? You're never this polite, Loki. Never."

"I'm the king of Asgard, now."

"Since when?!"

"Do I have to answer you? When you're speaking to the king with that tone, you mewling quim."

"I'm sorry… Your highness," I mocked. "It's not like I've been locked in this chamber for quite sometime. And I… I blame you!"

"How can I be blamed for your crimes?"

I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh my, you always have the same damned reason, Amora," he said. "Over and over again. I hear you say those three words to me. H-h-how can you blame me? Tell me, Amora. How?"

I looked towards my left, unable to answer his question.

"TELL ME!"

"You can't talk to a woman that way, Loki," a voice that sounded like Thor said.

Loki turned his head. "Can you deal with this woman? I can't stand her," he said, pointing his finger at me.

"So you can't stand the woman that you once loved, brother," the voice said, as I heard its footsteps coming towards Loki. "I thought that you died my brother."

"Well, I though you knew about my ability to duplicate and manipulate myself…" Loki smiled.

Thor sighed and placed his hand on Loki's shoulder. "I'll deal with Amora," Thor said. "You have a visitor, brother."

"Do I, brother? Who is it?"

"She said that her name was America, brother."

"America?" he asked. "Well, I'll might as well see…" Loki walked away then turned right around, as I stood up and walked towards Thor. "Go see who this America is."

"He ran for that America. Didn't he?"

"Why would I tell you that?" he smiled.

"Because I can tell, Thor," I said, folding my arms, as I start to walked around. "I can tell."


I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. He had on a black leathery cloak, and gold horns on his head.

"America! Came to say that you were wrong for turning me down? Or see the man that I've become."

"You still destroyed New York, chico," I snapped. "Which left me and the team had to clean up after."

"I see... Your doing the dirty work for those mortals. How...impressive?"

"No. No, no, no, chico. We get the work that they don't want."

He paced himself, as I muttered in Spanish.

"So, you didn't come here to talk about the possiblities?"

"Sí, chico." I popped my hood up, then folded my arms.

"Then why are you here?" he asked, walking down the steps.

"Porque nosotros vamos ir al misiones, chico."

"¿Y tu es confianza a mí? Para terminar la confianza. Your loca, America."

"Si no estuviera para mí, le habrían matado ahora."

"Are you sure about that, America?"

"¿Cuál es él que yo nunca están seguro alrededor, Loki?"

"Well," he said, walking towards one of his guards. "Get me my staff."

"No es una misión de la matanza, Loki. Es el que tengo que decirle en privado."

He turned around. "I must have forgotten that this chica can throw a punch."

They laughed.

"¿Puede usted sin embargo tomar una broma? ¿O usted no me conoce que bien?"

"Loki. I prefer to punch you, than swallow all of your mischief in one go."

"I thought you understood me, America," he said, still laughing over his own joke.

"Entendía, chico. Pero usted no hace."

"Sometimes, I just don't understand…WHAT THE HELL! That you are saying, America," he said. "You know that I require a little translation."

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't translate myself, Loki."

"Well…I guess, I need to get back in your so-called confianza, before you can translate yourself."

"Get your weapons, Loki. Then vamos," I said, heading towards the door.

"Hmm… She's feisty."

"¡Vamos!"


I sat down on the steps, waiting for Loki to finish packing. I looked at the gate keeper, as he paced around doing his job to keep intruders out of Asgard, as well as unexpected visitors. "Why didn't you fight me, chico?" I asked him.

"Because the Prince of Asgard recognizes you from Midgard, Lady America."

"Ay, chico. It's Miss America!" I quickly stood up and stared at the doorway. Hurry up, Loki.