Now: I'm a nightmare dressed as a daydream

Thor and Toni were not actually used to work as a team, mostly because she sucked at sticking to Captain America's orders to stay with the team and rather flew ahead and started clearing the path for them.

On the other hand, you didn't really have to work as a team if all you wanted to do was smash some stupid minions into the floor while trying to hurt as few of the other guests as possible.

Somehow, it was hilarious. At every event on Earth where some terrorists were taking over the room, there would have been panic, people tripping over each other to get out of the way of the people fighting.

Thanks to Amora's spell, Asgard's mightiest warriors were just sitting there and wondering why their mugs were being smashed and how their mead was landing in their faces. None of them rose to fight the source of this chaos.

Well, and Amora was actually hesitant to attack Thor, after all she'd come here to win him over. Toni was resistant to her magic and too fast for the minions, so things were actually looking quite good.

Or, to be more precise, they were looking quite good until Amora figured out that instead of blocking all the warriors in the room out, she might rather use them, turning them against Toni and Thor, who suddenly were not only fighting the bad guys, but also old friends of the family going rampageous on the rest of the party.

Loki appeared back just in time to save his mother from being hit by an axe swung by Volstagg, the warrior looking horrified by what he was just doing, obviously he was aware of his deeds, yet, he could not do anything against being used like a marionette.

The stupid thing was that Thor had had the same intention at the other end of the room, throwing his hammer. Toni's heart skipped a beat or two as she saw her soon-to-be husband collapse after being hit by Mjolnir. The blood in her veins froze when she saw who was appearing next to Loki, a mean grin on her face.

"Oh, dear second prince, getting acquainted with Thor's mighty hammer does wear you out, doesn't it?" Amora singsonged, her hand reaching out for the young god.

Normally, either Loki or Toni would have questioned her or Thor how exactly she was acquainted with Thor's mighty hammer and would have laughed about embarrassed faces – at least Toni was sure that by now at least Thor would get the joke.

That bitch laying hands on her demigod, though, made Toni fire up her boosters, having traversed half of the hall already when Amora let her fingers ghost along Loki's neck, throwing the woman in the suit of armor a fiery glance.

"If I were you, Man of Iron, I would stop right where you are." The blonde's attention had shifted entirely towards the unconscious prince in her hands, the warriors around her waking from their stupor.

"How fragile he does look, a simple blade could end his life now." Her forefinger was touching Loki's skin now, trailing his jugular vein, her eyes turning to Toni again.

"Tiny mortal, step out of your armor. You are not in any position to threaten me." Out of nothing, her finger was replaced by a blade, making Toni hold out her hands and gliding down to the floor, landing with a clonk.

Her helmet unfolded and disappeared as she watched Amora.

"Do you really think you'll get out of here if you lay your hands on the second prince of Asgard, Barbie doll?" Toni didn't really feel like threatening the other woman, but rather like torching her for Loki's life, still, appealing to her common sense appeared more logical than the other options she was thinking about. It was definitely frightening less people.

"Oh… what a wonderful spell, the Allfather must have cast it himself. I do not think Asgard will care for one Jotun less."

The dagger had disappeared again and Amora's fingers were against his neck again, caressing it, a small strip of skin turning blue as she trailed along, turning back to its normal alabaster white immediately. The people close enough to see what the sorceress was doing, gasped in shock, though.

"Step out of your armor, mortal!"

Loki gasped as her fingers found one of the lines, the skin there so much more sensitive, his eyes fluttering open just in time to see the armor unfold, and Toni stepping out of it.

He would have a serious talk with his brother about throwing around his hammer in closed rooms… when his head stopped pounding and his eyes stopped hurting from the bright pink of his fiancée's underwear.

"Really, Stark, did it have to be Hello Kitty panties?" he croaked, struggling against Amora's fingers as she tried out caressing along the elevated lines on his skin once more.

"Pfft, last time you were not complaining when I was wearing them. You kay?" Toni shrugged, watching both of them closely.

"I might need some help here, Love…" he whispered, his eyes never leaving his spouse.

Amora's grip around his neck turned harder, also focusing on Tony.

"I might need some help, Love", the sorceress spat, her grip making Loki cough as the glamour broke. "You mortal can't help you now, Jotun. You will be my ticket out of here. She can mourn the loss of one helpless, useless Frost Giant for the pathetically short rest of her life."

While before only the closest bystanders had seen what happened to the second prince of Asgard, now the entire room went silent.

"You will let go off my son immediately", a deep, authoritarian voice boomed through the hall, making Thor and Toni look Odin as Amora's head snapped around.

The dagger appeared back in her hand as she found the ring of warriors closing around her and her minions and she tried shifting out of the realm, she tried teleporting, but somehow it did not work.

"I've always been better than you in these kinds of things, 'mora", Loki whispered, feeling his mother moving closer.

"Amora, Dear, please, don't make it worse than it already is. Let him go." Frigga was obviously trying very hard to stay calm, her hands were holding her gown in such an iron grip that her knuckles turned white.

"Why should I? This is a favor to Asgard! One Jotun less! Thor! I am a heroine, I am worthy of you!" the sorceress shrieked, turning around to her minions.

The Thundergod watched her with cold eyes, smart enough to not confront her. Whatever he could say now would set her off even more.

"Get me the mortal. He shall see her perish before I rid our realm of him and make it a better place!"

"How dare you!" Frigga started as the crowd started to part for Odin.

"Get me the mortal!" she exclaimed again, and one of her minions was finally shaken out of his stupor from how things had gone from working well to fucked up in under a second, marching up to Toni.

"Stay away from me or your precious Jotun bastard will reveal the color of his blood!" The dagger was scratching over Loki's skin, making Frigga and Odin stop, while Amora was laughing hysterically.

"Oh, tiny mortal…"

Her minion was about to touch Toni when she revealed her newest party trick. Orange was welling up in her eyes, throwing a fiery glance in the truest sense of the word at the man. He was still brave or stupid enough to reach out for her, screaming in pain as also her skin flared with flames, torching his hands.

Amora briefly thought that this was the moment to stab Loki, get rid of the block on her spell and vanish from the halls of Asgard to lick her wounds. Yet, she could not move, her eyes would not turn away from the woman enclosed in fire who was making her way through her wall of minions, torching each of them while never taking her glowing eyes of the sorceress.

With a scream of pain she let go off Loki, who had suddenly turned so cold in her hands that her fingers turned black, the dagger she had summoned vanishing into thin air again.

She was scrambling back, away from Loki as Frigga and Volstagg dragged him out of her reach. Away from the mortal who almost unbearably heated up everything around her.

"Tiny goddess…", Toni snarled, feeling theatric in her rage, bathing in the fear she could see in the other woman's eyes.

"You do not know what you unleashed!"