Italics are for dialogue in video feed.
Amora the Enchantress was a tricky woman. She held this devilish poise about her that was only matched by Loki. Although in all respects the two would seem like they would get along swimmingly. Magical, insane and with a pension for green. Yet these two remained rivals. Often at each others throats. Loki not enjoying Amora stepping in his territory and Amora wanting to assert her dominance. It was a relief to the Avengers that they never had to worry about these two rivals teaming up to destroy New York.
So imagine their surprise when on a Thursday evening, as they all settled in for more spy time on Loki that something none of them had ever expected occurred.
The screen changed to show Loki in the kitchen sitting cross legged on the counter top and reading while something boiled on the stove. His hair was swept into a messy bun and he was dressed in clothing that would better fit Thor than himself. He glanced at the stove, watching the pot and stirred it once before glancing back at his book. It was a typical Loki pathetically existing sort of moment that was broken by a sharp knock on his door. Loki glanced up, obviously unamused and sighed. Before he could move the door burst open and in strolled Amora in all her megalomaniac glory. Loki primly set down his book and arched a brow at the woman.
"Finally...something good." Clint muttered, speaking the thoughts of everyone watching.
"Amora," Loki greeted genially, his voice sounding almost amused. "To what do I owe this...pleasure?"
Amora shot Loki a scathing look. She slammed the door behind her and stalked to the other God. The Avengers tensed, watching with baited breath as they waited for the battle to unfold. The Goddess reached Loki and instead of attacking him, she took the bar stool and sat down in it.
"I have been waiting all week to get my nails done at the vile ass salon and they call me this morning to cancel." Amora stated, eyes narrowed. The team stared. Loki hummed glancing at the pot again.
"Why not reschedule?" The God asked, not looking up from the pot as he stirred. Amora let out a sharp laugh.
"As if I would ever deign them with my presence now. No, I will simply go to someone else."
"Whatever suits you darling." He stated airily. Amora rolled her eyes.
"What are you making?" She asked, standing and peering into the pot.
"Soup." Loki responded, allowing her to take the spoon. She grasped the spoon and took a light sip before frowning and handing the spoon back.
"Peasant work Loki. You could just magic up some food." She stated sourly.
"Well if you do not want any soup I can certa-"
"No! I want some. I have things to complain to you about."
"What a surprise." Loki hummed. Tony sniggered from where he sat. Loki placed down the spoon and glanced at Amora. "Well my dear, this will probably take all night. Go on."
"Don't be a brat." Amora stated saucily. Yet she flicked her hair from her face and began speaking, the screen hovering over her lovely face.
"I was battling the Avengers two days ago and that tiny archer..."
"Fucking bitch." Clint muttered glaring at the screen while Natasha's lips quirked.
...me, so of course I went after her and that over sized piece of mucus..."
"I think she's talking about you, Brucie." Tony whispered loudly while Bruce shot him an annoyed glare.
"Thanks for the clarification."
"...so after those two were out of my way I ended up running into him."
"Him?" Loki hummed, as he took some bowls from the cupboard.
"The Captain, Loki focus!"
"Ah yes, the Midgardian Thor." Loki stated waving his hand.
"I'm not-"
"He's not-"
"SHHHH!"
"He has these muscles you know? And that pure personality that you just want to defile."
Clint and Tony began to laugh while Steve stared in shock. Fury rolled his eyes while beside him Hill sniggered glancing at the captain.
"What about him Amora?" Loki asked wearily. He set a bowl in front of the Goddess who dove right in.
"I was merely pointing out his fine features my love. That angelic face..."
"Awww." Clint cooed reaching to pinch the captain's cheek only for the solider to bat it away.
"That amazing chest..."
"Seems like you have a fan." Tony stated with mirth while Steve groaned. Thor and Bruce smiled at the antics. Amora's face had taken on a far away dream look to it that was lovely.
"As sweet as that is I don't think-"
"...ride his star spangled dick!" Tony and Clint keeled over, laughing while Thor and Steve stared at the screen open mouthed. Natasha and Maria shared raised brows their lips twitching while Fury stared at the screen. Bruce shot Steve a nervous laugh.
"I don't think I've heard the phrase before." He murmured while Steve buried his face in his hands, feeling mortified. Tony managed to stop laughing, wiping at his tears while Clint had yet to regain control. "I'm so using that." The inventor declared. On screen Loki had barely reacted to Amora's choice of words.
"Lovely choice of words Amora. What are you? Midgardian?" Loki deadpanned, staring at the woman who shrugged.
"I find it appropriate." Amora hummed taking a sip of her soup. Loki sighed.
"I thought you had a preference for women." He walked around the counter, putting a wine glass in front of his frenemy. Clint and Tony began striking each others arms grinning at Loki's words. Amora smiled holding out her glass as Loki filled in generously.
"I am more picky with my women." She admitted. Clint and Tony continued to hit each other.
"Oh I know." Loki replied raising both brows as he poured his own glass. The camera zoomed in on Amora's quirked lips. Loki took a sip from his glass before glancing at the clock.
"You might as well stay the evening."
"I was planning to." Amora continued with her drink while Loki took a seat beside her. They drank in mostly silence, speaking every so often. Finally Bruce soot saying he was tired and headed for the door. Steve soon followed with Clint at his heels all grins. Tony left when he realized nothing more would happen while Fury headed for the door. Soon it was just Thor and Natasha left watching. When Natasha stood to leave, she looked back and offered Thor a small smile but did not bother drawing him away from the screen. From his brother.
