Why did Ororo have such a big mouth when it came to the male gender?
Sure the arrogant prince deserved every word she spat at him, but that didn't excuse the fact that he descended from royalty, and she did not. She would get in some serious mishap if the thunder god breathed a word of their confrontation to the great Odin.
Ororo had great respect for Odin and never wanted to displease him. His son however was a different story.
She groans loudly and plops herself at the edge of her bed. All she wanted now was to rest.
The young female sitting next to her places her finger on the page of her grimoire to glance up.
"Guessing it went none too well," she says in a smooth voice.
She rolls her azure eyes and ignores Agatha. Now wasn't the time for sarcasm.
"Thor is such a fool. What have I ever done to make him behave so rudely to me?"
Agatha raises one fine auburn eyebrow in disinterest before returning her grey eyes to her grimoire.
"Perhaps your beauty angers him. No one on Asgard is a graceful as you."
Ororo scoffs. She certainly doesn't see herself as unattractive, but never would she have thought Thor to find her…pretty.
"Or perhaps he has no respect for women," she suggests half heartedly. Agatha shrugs and returns to her spell book.
Whatever the reason was, she knew she had to apologize to Thor if she wished no harm against her family.
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THE NEXT DAY…
"I…apologize. My words to you were rude and unneeded. As you are my prince and future king, I must treat you with…respect."
She sighs, knowing she sounds completely insincere. What could she possibly say to make him believe her?
She eyes her reflection in the mirror. Her hair is wavy and shiny today, with slim braids on either side of her head. Her cobalt orbs are large with thick lashes that she had carefully lined with shimmery black dust and lips covered in peach gloss.
Ororo thinks she looks innocent enough that the prince will buy her act. She eyes her cleavage through the silky royal blue dress she wears and realizes she might have to show a little more to truly get his attention. After all he was a pig…
She reluctantly pulls the dress down so her breasts are in full view.
By the gods this is stupid.
"Storm what's taking so long?" Agatha calls impatiently.
"Just a second," she says back. She straightens her sash and exists the washroom.
Agatha gives her a look of approval.
"I'd say you're trying to mate with him rather than apologize," she smirks earning herself a glare.
"Men like Thor will only listen if you have something to offer- physically or visually. He'll see my attire and have no choice but to pay attention." Ororo is saying this more to convince herself that the Thunder god will listen to her fake apology.
"Whatever you say…good luck. Try not to cause a storm." Agatha gives her a wink before once again returning to her grimoire. Agatha too was a witch like Ororo, but she could only control the four basic elements; water, earth, fire and air. She was so much fascinated by spells whereas Ororo commanded her weather elements through thought or physical motion.
Hopefully the elements would obey her and not show up this time.
"I'll try…"
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