Hello, everyone! So I have revised this chapter to give it some more explanation and depth. I decided to write about my two favorite Marvel characters and put them in a romantic situation. Cause why not? I wanted to give Amora a deeper explanation of why she became the villain we all know her as (that is later in the story)! Please, favorite, follow, and review! I love to hear your thoughts and ideas. :) Enjoy!
Amora stormed down the palace corridors, fighting herself not to unleash her powers. She was to be handed off to a giant as a debt from Odin for helping to repair a palace wall. The giant made a bet with Odin saying that if he could finish it in a certain amount of time that he would want to be rewarded with the beautiful goddess that everyone desired. Odin agreed, believing that the giant would fail, but he didn't. Amora grew angry, knowing that this hidden from her up until now. She believed she was called into the throne room for a meeting with the other gods, but when she found out the truth, she felt herself snap.
"Amora, you cannot do this!" Loki called from behind her, "You understand the consequences that would happen if he does not get his payment." Loki grabbed her arm and pushed her into one of the tall columns, "We did not think the giant would complete his task in such little time."
"You are a liar, Loki!" Amora yanked her arm away and adjusted her gold wristlet, "You are all idiots! Handing off a goddess like nothing! Why? Because you all don't know how to bid with giants!" She rolled her green eyes and walked away from Loki, "I am done here. Find someone else to bid off of."
Feeling more enraged and betrayed, Amora left the palace and went straight to the rainbow bridge. Amora tried to clear her mind as the cool air hit her fair face, but all she could think about is why she felt so betrayed by those she trusted. Odin usually made rational decisions, but this one went too far, even for Odin. Amora's heels clicked across the bifrost bridge as she made her way to the observatory where Heimdall stood and guarded.
"Taking an evening walk, my lady Amora?" Heimdall kept his face looking straight out into the dark, starry, sky, "It is quite late for a lady like yourself to be wandering around the bifrost."
"I need your help, Heimdall." Amora approached him, slightly out of breath from all the fast pace walking she had done to get here from the palace. "Transport me to Midgard, please."
Amora adjusted her dark grey cloak that draped over her long, green, dress. Green has always been her favorite color for as long as she could remember. She would always accessorize her dressed with gold jewelry or even gold armor at times. Yes, she was perhaps one of the most beautiful in all of Asgard, and the most desired of them all. Men would try to win Amora's heart by showering her with gifts and would try to woo her by making flirty remarks to her. Some even went as far as smacking her ass or whistle as she would walk by. Amora couldn't lie to herself, sometimes she enjoyed the attention when she was feeling down, but she didn't desire any of the men who were giving it to her. She was a stubborn goddess, who never let anyone cross her. Though, at times she could feel the kindness in her heart peek through.
"Midgard?" Heimdall turned to look at her with his golden eyes, "You are trying to get out of this situation Odin has put you in. You know I cannot disobey my king, my lady."
"Then tell him I went there because I was summoned or something," Amora gave him a pleading look, "Please, Heimdall. For me?" Amora placed her hand upon his armored shoulder, "Please."
Heimdall hesitated for a moment, but even he was secretly in love with Amora for her beauty, "Alright, but do not stay too long for they may come looking for you." Heimdall placed his long sword into its holder and opened the portal for Amora. She nodded to him in thanks and walked her way towards the portal, taking a deep breath in.
"Heimdall, whatever happens down there...keep it between you and me. No matter what." Amora stepped foot into the portal as she felt energy and light surround her. She felt her stomach drop a little by the fast pace she was traveling. Soon, she felt her feet hit solid ground and she knew she had arrived to her destination.
Amora looked around the wooded area she had landed in to try to see if she noticed any familiar sights. It has been many, many, years since she last travelled to Midgard, so she knew that all the sights she would encounter would be completely different. Amora lifted up her hood on her cloak to cover up her golden blond hair and made her way through the forest where she soon smelled smoke and ash. She knew she shouldn't head towards the smell, but she didn't know if someone was in danger or if it was perhaps trees burning. As she got closer to the smell she could start to hear voices in the distance. Amora stood behind a tree, her dark cloak helping her blend in. She heard the voices and footsteps get closer.
"Are you sure this is where the light shot down at?" A man's deep voice asked.
"Hell yeah! I'm sur-woah! Check out those markings on the ground! What do you think it is?" Another man stated.
Amora kept still as the men were just a few feet away. She didn't walk far from where she had landed, but she knew she couldn't take a risk of getting caught. Amora slowly peeked her head around the large tree trunk to try to get a look at these men. They were definitely dressed differently from when she last came down to Midgard. The first thing she noticed was the huge rifles they were holding. Amora examined the rifles, trying to understand what they were used for. She then examined the kind of uniforms and helmets they were wearing. Amora heard another voice come from the other direction, quickly turning her head back behind the tree trunk. She heard the two men whisper something and then heard their feet scatter. As the other voice got closer, Amora heard gun fire come behind her. She immediately fell to the ground and covered her head with her bare arms, not knowing what exactly was going on. She quickly thought how she would be able to use her powers in this type of situation, but she felt panic run through, distracting her from thought.
She heard the two men who were shooting behind her laugh and cheer as the voice in the distance was no more. "Fucking spy!" One man reloaded his weapon and cleared his throat, "Hold on." The man's voice grew low and suddenly it was quiet.
"Come on, man, we already killed the son of a bitch!" the deep voice stated, annoyed, "I'm gonna head to base and tell the General what we found before another spy comes along."
Amora heard some footsteps walk away and felt somewhat relieved that they had gone away. She was about to summon for Heimdall when she felt a hand grab her shoulder and yank her up.
"Holy shit!" the man immediately dropped his hand off her shoulder and raised his rifle, "Another spy?"
Amora shook her head and examined the man's weapon that pointed to her head, "Please, this was a mistake, I do not know where I am!" She thought about using her powers in self defense, but she knew that she wasn't allowed to strike down a mortal without them harming her.
"Sure you don't, doll." The man smirked and slightly lowered his weapon, "By the looks of it, you are definitely not from around here...or are an American. So do want to tell me who you are working for?"
Amora looked at him confused and noticed her cloak was laying on the ground next to her. She took a step back, trying to figure out what should be her next move, "I don't work for anyone!" Her accent wasn't too strong, but it was noticeable. "Please, just let me go and we can forget all about this."
"You are the one that created that beam of light, huh?" The soldier rubbed his strong jawline and lowered his rifle to the ground, "Well I'll be damned. This day just can't get more interesting. Do you have a name, gorgeous?"
Amora raised her perfectly arched brow, a little taken back by his flirting. "Amora...now if you will excuse me-"
"Oh no can do! I am afraid I have orders to follow. If you do want to leave then I suggest you come with me so we can get you situation with the General."
"And if I don't?" Amora took another step back, trying to think of a quick escape route to take. She thought about it for a second before realizing that she, as a goddess, should not back down or run away.
"Then you are screwed." The soldier wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, removing some ash off face, "By the way, your name is gorgeous just like you. You can just call me James if you'd like."
Amora rolled her eyes, not in the mood for flirting. She cautiously picked up her cloak and placed it gently around her shoulders, "Fine, I will go with you, but first you must tell me where in the Hel I am and what's going on."
"America! Technically Nevada." James looked at her with a surprised expression, "Yeah, you are clearly not from around here. And I will save all the good stuff for when we get to base." James motioned her over to him, in which Amora hesitantly took one step closer to him.
"I'm not the one you should be scared of, doll. There are worse people out there." James held out his hand towards her, "You can trust me."
Amora didn't know why she did it, but she instinctively placed her delicate hand in his. He didn't grip her too hard or too soft. Amora felt a little confused as to why she slightly enjoyed his touch. Yes, he was kind, but she only knew this man for about 15 minutes. He lead her down the steep forest, her feet struggling to stay balanced on the uneven ground beneath her heels. It was pitch black out and all she could rely on was his hand guiding her through the darkness as all she could hear was sounds of wildlife surround her. She didn't know why she gave in to this. Amora could of easily disappeared and none of this would of happened. The only thing that actually stopped her from leaving was that gut feeling she got telling her not to go.