"Where is she!?" a fist kissed the column closest to it furiously as echoes imitated the god of mischief's rage. "I've sent all einherjar's to search the kingdom, even I myself have gone out in pursuit! It's one damn Aflheimian how hard can it be!?" A flick of the wrist sent a bust of Odin flying off of a table, landing in crumbled pieces. Loki paced back and forth in the king's bedroom in fury, searching his mind for scrambled explanations, "it's just magic, I can see magic, but I can't see her magic. Why..? She's just a filthy elf! Why can't I see her magic!?" As his head spun his mind wandered into thoughts of simplicity and ease then shot back into reality.

"It's just one stupid elf, when I'm done with her I'll be done with it all and return to my glorious reign. What could it do anyways? One puny elf thinking she has control over me. But why can't I see her magic! When she changed figures I couldn't see beneath the surface! When she escaped there was no trace of a disappearance spell nor a trace of a trail!" His voice boomed in the chamber and his stomping feet attended the vocals in a chant of fury.

The god staggered over to his balcony to observe the world below. Normal. All normal. No one questioned the king's identity and none appeared suspicious of rumors going about. There was no reason for the god to fear this light elf. Nor was there a reason to be concerned of being exposed. So what if she told the Asgardians? Were they really to believe the word of an outsider of another realm as apposed to the word of their beloved king? Of course not.

Loki's muddled mind soon found relief however from his discomfort and anguish.

"My king," purred a voice from outside Loki's massive doors. The voice resonated off walls and columns, rested upon the fabric of the gorgeous sofas and curtains, and taunted at the ears of the fragile Loki.

"Amora…," sighed Loki with his eyes now shut in enchantment. "Come in," his neck gave into his emotions and swayed his head back and forth until he finally heard the door crack and slam shut, causing him to stiffen himself again and turned to face his company.

"Hello Loki," the enchantress walked up slyly in a gorgeous emerald satin dress accompanied by whimsical bits of fabric that rested on her arms. A sash held her waist in and a golden choker necklace kept her chin upright. Down her back lay lovely flowing pale hair decorated with a small tiara across her forehead. She'd known of Loki's scheme long before he'd enacted it and accompanied him through the specifics seeing as she also wielded powers.

She was a goddess and sorceress, had studied under the wing of Karnilla, but was outcast for her maniacal ways. She would set off and lure in men with her beauty and charm, using them as her pawns of play to do whatever bidding she had in store. Having a criminal record under her belt, she was known to be bad news, but once it was pardoned she was all but forgotten. Loki remembered her though; he kept in touch with her throughout his life. She'd helped to train him alongside Frigga, seeing as she was a far more powerful sorceress. For now though, she was his lover. Both were mad with power lust, but tame in the kingdom. They'd plotted to take over the entire nine realms in time, but unknown to Loki, Amora had greater plans in store for herself.

"Hello my cherub," she chimed as she reached for his face, "how's my precious doing?" She reached up to him and landed her soft lips on his cold thin ones. Loki automatically let down his guard and embraced Amora in his frozen arms. Her warm flowing body pressed against his and all troubles were vanquished from his mind as he pressed his lips harder against hers.

Soon after though he pulled away and looked intently with his glassy green eyes into her own. No look of pleasure came over him and upon his rough gaze, Amora swooned, "what is wrong my love?"

Loki backed away from her and resumed his post on the balcony, "a light elf," he replied gruffly.

Knowing the abilities of her lover and the magnitude of those which he wielded, Amora found this all to be quite ridiculous. She snickered lightly and walked over to the tense figure of a man, "what in all of the Nine Realms could a mere peaceful Alfheimian do? You're Loki, the God of Mischief. You've fooled a whole kingdom and nearly conquered a whole world, had it not been for your brother and those 'Avengers' or whatever they are." Loki sneered at the comment and half-hearted words of uplifting. "What could a light elf possibly do?" she finished.

He looked down and kitted his brow with his fingers, "I know, I know. But the thing is, she knows. She knows who I am!"

Amora was incredibly puzzled by all this, the fact of one elf knowing his secret seemed absolutely unimportant to her and she wondered why it was so to Loki. She stared at him with her eyebrows furrowed and asked him why he was so concerned.

"Well, what if she returns to Alfheim and informs their king of this tyranny? They'll surely go to war!"

"Isn't that what we wanted?" puzzled, the enchantress returned to within the chamber walls. "Loki, we want this! We want people to know of our reign! We want war so that we may conquer all of the Nine Realms as we know it to be and shape it into our own!" Amora walked over to the pond surrounded by fashionable seating, but refused to sit down seeing as she was far too preoccupied to be comfortable. "What has gotten into you?" she stared him down from her place and demanded he explain himself.

Loki followed into the room and shut the doors leading to the balcony. He paced around the room keeping his distance from Amora as he did so. "I can't see her magic," he said finally, "I don't know what she's capable of and I'm not entirely sure what she is. It leaves me uneasy."

"Your demeanor at this moment leaves me uneasy," was the reply he got, "most likely it's a simply mutation, nothing more. Either way if she chooses to uphold her threat and inform the King of Alfheim, then so be it. We will wage war and become stronger than ever before once the country of light elves is captured. Why let such a silly thing get to you, your highness?" The goddess stood analyzing her companion. Something was wrong, and something had been wrong since before the light elf had arrived, "what else troubles my king these days?" she inquired.

Loki quit his pacing and turned to face Amora, his eyes solemn with sorrow and a pain he found ridiculous to explain. "I've finally achieved what I've always wanted; I'm King of Asgard. I have total control and endless power and yet still something is absent from me," he turned and whispered under his breath, "I'm so alone."

He turned back to Amora and flashed the falsest smile imaginable in order to dismiss all internal troubles he had, "You're right, I'm acting utterly ridiculous, so sorry love." He flaunted over to the woman and grabbed her sweetly by the waist, "come now, we've dinner to attend to!" With those words, Loki transformed himself back to Odin's form and guided Amora to the door. She was not convinced by his acting, but preferred not to be burdened with the preposterous woes of Loki and followed his lead out the door. She'd have to deal with these problems later.

Tbh kinda a weird chapter, but it'll all make sense later I promise

Sorry it's kind of out of Loki's character, still trying to work out his personality in this, but it's been kinda hard because Amora's right he should have his shit together but he is just a hot mess.

Once more chapters come up though he should loosen up I promise.