She sat clutching that helmet in her hands, the helmet of the man she loved, the man she desired to be with, Loki. Amora she touched the helmet to her head and just started crying. How can one who loved Loki so much be so cold to him; just because he saw through the superstitions of old men was no excuse for this kind of punishment. He saw the bigger picture, one which put the Asgardians at the top of the universe, unable to be challenged. The humans were meant to be ruled and it was Asgards future to rule them.
She put the helm back on the pedestal and returned to the room, the room she had occupied in the past as a student of the sorceress Karnilla. The witch taught the student man y aspects of the dark arts; nature, souls, men, love, anything she desired there was an incantation or a potion for how to get it. She remembered one time as a student asking her mentor, "How do you kill a god?"
The witch smiled and answered, "With another god."