I bowed. "Lords Forseti, Vidar. Ladies Gullveig, Saga, and Eir. Thank you for letting your presence known."

I felt the others behind me gapping in awe. I forced down a smirk.

"Loki, We were not expecting you to visit in such a short time," Lady Eir stated. "Were my ingredients not enough, or do you need more?"

The entire Chairmen laughed, and I grimaced. "I come to seek your assistance with-"

"We know why you are here," Lady Gullveig said.

"Yes," said Lord Forseti, the head of the Chairmen. "But let him speak."

"Chairmen, I have asked an audience with you because the one to whom I have casted the attachment spell on is now contained within my thoughts. I ask humbly to you if you would set her free."

Gullveig laughed. "Loki? Ask for something humbly? HAH!"

Vidar gave a sideways glance, and she became silent.

"Why do you want this to happen?" Vidar asked.

"Because she was not meant to be there. I keep hearing her, and she is not content."

"Oh? And how do you know that she is not happy? Has she said this?"

"I…cannot explain. "

"Then let us ask her ourselves. What is her name?"

"Amara."

The Chairmen murmured.

"Ah, yes. Amara. Step out, and let us speak with you," Eir commanded.

A sudden flash went before my eyes, then I felt a slight weight being lifted off my head. I looked in front of me, and a silhouette of Amara stood before me. I heard a gasp as Steve set his gaze upon her. She bowed.

"Ah, yes. Amara, is it?"

Amara nodded, not speaking a word.

"Are you sure your name is Amara?"

Amara looked up. "Why, yes."

Gullveig sniffed. "You are lying, child."

"Well…the others call me Child, but-"

"No, you are lying. You are not Amara. You are not Child. You are not who you say you are."

Eir sniffed and looked at the monster. "Oh, you poor thing. Please, speak with us for a moment."

"You want to speak with a sorcery error?" I asked.

Eir smiled. "No, I want to speak to the Child, the Amara. Please, speak with us."

Nothing happened. Then, an arm, a ghostly arm, rose from the monster's body. The arm turned into a shoulder, then a head, then a full body.

"…Amara?"

Another Amara stepped forward and slightly bowed. She seemed hesitant, more nervous, than the first Amara. Or was this Amara at all.

"I do not understand. Why are there two? There should only be one."

"It seems you have not been using your head, Loki. Look again."

I looked from one Amara to the other. They were both standing tall, but one was taller than the other. And only one of them had my eye…

I stepped away from the first one. "Who are you?"

The first one smiled. "Whatever do you mean? I am Amara."

"Not even Amara calls herself that name. Now I will ask again, who are you?"

The Amara smiled wider, then began to laugh. A terrible laugh. A cackle laugh. A witches laugh.

I squinted my eyes. Of course. Who else could it have been?

"Amora."

*Ghost*

Amora laughed. "Oh, Loki, I thought you would have figured me out before this. But I guess me in your thoughts was just too much for you to handle, wasn't it?"

"Wait a minute," Steve said. I turned around. "If Amora has been in your thoughts this whole time, that means Child-"

"Was in Laurence's thoughts."

"Yes, thanks to 'the monster' that you keep saying is useless," Amora added.

"Amora, the Enchantress of Asgard, leave at once," said Forseti. His face looked furious, and his eyes matched his expression.

"I am leaving. Come, 'monster,' and I shall give you a new name." She winked at Thor, and then vanished, taking the monster with her.

"She was using you, Loki," Amara, the real Amara, said. "I tried to warn you, but I could only get a few words out at a time."

"And why were you trying to warn him?" Asked Lady Saga. She had not spoken until now.

Amara looked toward her. "I just thought he should know."

"But why was she inside his mind in the first place?"

"She was using Loki to try to uncover some weaknesses about everyone working in the heli-carrier, and how to destroy it from the inside out. As Loki slept, and while he thought he was speaking to me, she was trying to spot weaknesses in the team, and also, Thor, if you didn't know, she was messing with you as well, a lot more than the others." Amara looked uncomfortable.

"I know this, child." Thor nodded.

Saga nodded. "She was using your memories to trick Loki into thinking it was you."

"Yes, and she made me listen in on their conversations and whenever they were talking."

"And you were not allowed to speak or warn him."

"I tried, but I couldn't grasp Loki's mind. She has a shield over it of a sort."

"And while you were in the monster's mind, what happened?"

Amara grew quiet.

Saga nodded. "I see..."

"Will she be able to get her own body back?" I asked.

The Chairmen muttered.

"Please, give us time to think. Stay here, it will not take long." And they turned around.

I looked at Amara, and she looked as if she was thinking about something else.

She then looked up and smiled, and I felt a warm feeling in my chest, warmer than when Amora was speaking to me those few days ago. We fell silent for a moment.

"Did you really hear everything…everything that I said to her?" I asked.

Amara mocked me. "Maybe. Why, say some things that you regret?"

"No, I only regret not saying them to you."

Amara made a face, and I swiftly regretted what I had just spoken.

Don't get embarrassed, although reminder that I'm still supposed to be mad at you. Don't forget that.

I held back a smile and a grimace. I shall not forget it.

You really hugged my knees when you 'saw' me?

A moments weakness.

Be careful, admitting your weakness is dangerous. How do you know that I am not Amora right now? She wriggled her fingers.

Because Amora would not do such things as what you are portraying.

She dropped her hands. Good point. A moment went by, then she was lost in thought.

Amara. She looked up. What did happen within the monster's thoughts?

She froze. Think about everything you did, then think of it twisted and gnarled into something so disgusting that if it had a visual representation it would burn your eyes from here all the way to Asgard.

You are overstating this a bit.

Doesn't feel like it.

I looked at her hopelessly. Her life was going to be nothing but dread for the rest of her life. And if this is how she fairs every time, I fear she may have not much longer. I did not want this to happen.

She rubbed her arm, and I noticed it was where the circular brand was that I had seen.

Do you know what this is? I asked. Then lifted up the sleeve.

Amara stared at it. No. I've had it ever since I arrived on the heli-carrier the first time. I never hurts, just sometimes itches.

It looks familiar…

The Chairmen turned around, and the cavern quieted. Forseti stood.

"Loki, you have spoken before that you wished for Amara to possess her own body because of her dissatisfaction. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Chairmen."

Forseti nodded.

"As a whole the Chairmen of Ages has unanimously agreed upon a decision. Amara, Child, we have decided to give your body back."

Amara smiled, then it quickly faded. "But what about Loki?"

The Chairmen raised their eyebrows. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does."

I was slightly taken aback by her answer. I gave her a questionable glance, and she ignored it.

Eir stood. "I have decided to make Loki his own body, or vessel, until a better body can be made. Is this pleasing?"

I nodded, and so did Amara. We heard a clearing throat and turned around.

"Well, since this is done, we will leave these two here," Fury said. "Right now, we're needed elsewhere."

"Why?"

Fury scowled. "Because the heli-carrier is being attacked."