lokanemysecretpleasure: "How do you stop loving someone when they've stopped loving you?"
I really think that AH/AU!Amora and Loki would get into some full-on soap opera shit together. For MCU-only sorts, take a quick Wiki tour of The Enchantress, and know that if she's not eventually played by either Natalie Dormer or Rosario Dawson I will cry all the tears.
Wherein Loki burns his bridges. (Angst. PG-13.)
"Go away," Loki tells her before she even has time to settle properly onto the stool. "I've no interest in your friendly words of comfort right now."
"I'm not the comforting type." Amora smiles at the bartender — one of her smiles — and she'll be drinking free for the entire night. "And we're temporary allies, not friends. You don't have any friends."
A truth that has never stung before now.
He takes another deep swallow of Aquavit. Amora glances at the empty glasses on the bar. "Went that well, huh."
"I'm sure you're delighted."
"I have as much an investment in this as you do. If Thor were free—"
"—then he'd be married to Sif before the year was out. You've no chance, Amora. You never did." He allows a small twinge of schadenfreudic pleasure at the hatred on her stunning face. At least someone else is suffering as he is.
Jane Foster will be his brother's wife before the end of the week.
He gestures for another drink.
If he'd kept his mouth shut he could have at least had her sisterly affection. She found him exasperating, and frequently worthy of a (beautiful) lost temper, and she'd threatened to slap him more that once (tonight she finally did), but she'd still shared secret smiles with him at particularly ridiculous functions, or joined in his rage when family dinners turned antagonistic (the common outcome). She did love him, in her own way. He could have tried to settle for that. He could have tried to be satisfied.
But satisfaction has never been in Loki's nature. He will take what he wants, or he will burn every bridge until there is nothing at all.
He had Jane Foster's affection, but not the affection he desired, and now there is only flame and ash.
"How," he asks Amora (too much Aquavit has loosened his tongue, silver that turned to lead three hours past), "do you stop loving somebody when they've stopped loving you?"
She stares at him for a long moment, every inch polished regality — which is likely why he and Thor are the only men in the world who have never desired her — before she says: "Oh, God, I thought this was just about fucking over your brother again. You idiot."
The look of near-pity in her expression is more than Loki can tolerate. "Have a lovely night," he says as he throws down a handful of cash down without bothering to count. "I sincerely hope the fool you choose tonight gives you gonorrhea."
Amora just snorts. "You're pathetic. No wonder she doesn't love you."
"Yes," says Loki. "No wonder."