A.N: I AM SO SO SO SORRY. I just got back and school kinda held me down. I was supposed to update my fanfic like a week ago but the document disappeared and I have to remake it again but I have writer's block. Like Magic! (LOKI!) Anyways, the plane ride to Jakarta was fun. We went through this rainbow (My cousin and I were shouting 'BIFROST!' like crazy, lucky we're on first class). And high school just fucked up my life. Too much work, too high standards. So I made this promise with my mum and dad so that they would let me use the internet and not go to any extra classes if my scores are above 90, which practically means an 'A'. So I have to study a lot. No more updates that are as fast as I used to be. I'm really sorry for that, now onto the fanfic.

ZodiacDragon97: Thank you. Yes, he is growing up. So is our Bruce. He's finally opening up to his sexual desires. Lol.

Jack2724: *screaming for updates* when? WHEN?!

See the end of the story for more Author's Notes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers. Are you happy?!

The place was dark, surrounded and hidden with magic. Far from civilization, far from any human. Hidden within layers of dark forests, haunted abandoned villages and spooky cemetery, there laid a small palace. Moss and bats surrounded the palace, making it like their own cave. The grass was high and veins of wild plants covered most parts of the palace's wall.

Amora was sitting on her throne, playing with her magic, seeing the green orb of light jumping from her left hand to her right hand when all of a sudden someone barged into her door. She smirked when she saw who came.

"Ah, such an honor to see the king of Nottingham lowered himself just to seek my help," the said man frowned at her comment which only made Amora's smirk widened. She walked down from her throne, her long blonde hair danced along her green skirt, swaying left and right along with her body movements. The said man was cautious of Amora's presence and stood tall, his chin up, his chest boomed in a prideful and defensive manner.

Amora started walking around the man, eying every single detail, every single movement that the man gave. She started running her hands against the man's silver shining armor, trailing the beautiful lines and design, taking its beauty in before she wrapped her hands around the man's shoulders, pulling him into some kind of a hug before she whispered into his ears, "What is it that you want Obadiah Stane?"

"Anthony Stark is alive and I want him dead," he answered. Amora let go of the man before she started laughing like a maniac. Loud and clear. "You're seeking for someone's death? And furthermore, he's the future king of Nottingham my dear," she tilted his head with her finger, "How am I going to kill him?" A grim smirk appeared on her face.

"Stop playing Amora, because I know very well that you're more than capable of doing this task," the man bit back to her. She smiled, "But it will come with a high price,"

"Name it," he ordered. Amora gave a smirk before she turned around, leaving the man staring wide at her back. "Half of your land,"

"What?"

Amora chuckled before she turned around, facing the man eye to eye now, "I told you, I wanted half of your land,"

"You're out of your mind?" Amora hissed at the comment, "Then find other people who would be more willing to kill that stupid spoiled prince," she replied. The man glared her before he swallowed his saliva, "Very well then, I shall give you half of my land when you succeed this task," Amora smirked.

She turned around and went towards her throne, sitting on it before she waved her hand at the man. "I accept this task then," she simply said before the man left with a wide smirk on his face.

Amora chanted her spells as she held and stared deeply into her magic glass ball. The said glass ball was held neatly within Amora's slim fingers. Dark green mists started surrounding her. The air was dark, heavy and humid. And Amora gave a small smirk when she saw her magic started working. Pictures started flashing in her little magic glass ball. Showing a picture of a young, petite, blond man walking towards no where, kicking a small pebble while muttering something in a rather fast speed (Not that it was important anyways).

"Found you~" she said in a voice like singing before she cast a spell onto herself and disappeared into dusts.

Amora opened her eyes; green emerald irises scanned her surrounding. She smirked, it was a perfect place. She tilted her head upwards when she heard footsteps stopped in front of the forest that she was in. She moved her hands; using her magic to sense who was coming. She smirked; her prey—Anthony Stark.

She started casting spells, moving her slim fingers, using her magic to lure the said man in. And she succeeded in doing the said task. The young man started walking in deeper. Step by step he entered the forest, enchanted by Amora's magic.

When he arrived at the meadow where Amora was in, he muttered a small "shoot", questions about how he ended up there started popping in his mind. The dead prince started walking towards the lake in the meadow; he knelled down, took some of the water with both of his hands before drinking it. Small droplets of water traveling down his chin to his neck and oh how much Amora wanted to see the said water becomes blood.

She watched her target with predator eyes as he stood up and tried to look for his way back. Amora only smirked before she spoke up, breaking the silence. "There is no way back," she said and she saw her target turned around, facing her with horror and surprise on his face.

"Uh, hello," he replied. Amora put on her façade, smiling like an innocent woman she used to be. "Lost young man?" she asked, not once her smile flatters. The young man swallowed his saliva thickly, "I'm afraid yes, can you tell me how to get back?" he asked and Amora laughed at his innocence.

"There's no way back," she replied, an innocent smile replaced with a grim one. Finally, she's going to get what she wants once she killed this forsaken good for nothing dead prince.

The said man started walking backwards before he turned around and started running away. Amora only gave a small chuckle before she used her magic to teleport herself in front of the running man.

He collided with Amora and ended up on his bottom. Face looking at Amora with pure horror. She moved her fingers and green mist started wrapping themselves around the young man's neck and lifted him from the ground. The pressure exerted from the mists was real and Amora could feel the agony cursing through her prey's body as she used her magic to tighten the grip on his neck.

"S—ah-s-stop! P—please!" The young man begged but Amora ignored him. The magical grips on Tony's neck started to tighten along with Amora's fingers' movements. Slowly, Amora could feel his conciousness fading away. She smirked; victory is surely in her hands.

That was when she was wrong for the first time.

Blue rays started to came from the young man's hands. Amora winced as one of the rays scratched her arms and soon her magic started to disappear and her grips on the young man started to vanish.

Tony landed on his bottom as he stared his hands with pure shock. "D-Did rays just come out from my hand?" he asked to himself. Amora gritted her teeth when she felt the intense amount of pain started to course through her body and she knew that it was magic—pure strong magic and she knew from whom it came from. Jörð.

Wrath started to cloud her mind. Inhuman voices sounded like a growl started to come out from her mouth before she shouted her promise. "You will pay!". Her hands moved by themselves as she started chanting her spells. A smirk appeared on her face when the trees started moving, wrapping their roots and branches around Anthony's arms and legs. "No!" the young man shouted and the blue rays started appearing again, aimed at the roots and branches of the enchanted trees.

"Edward!" Amora's eyes widened at the voice. Could it be-? "Robert, get away!" her prey started shouting. Oh, it is. Her ideal pet monster, Robert Banner. She smirked when she felt a familiar presence appeared behind her, "Long time no see Robert," she greeted him. She could feel the death glare aimed at her when she said that. The look on Anthony's face was pure horror and rage, something that she was used to.

"You're the one who cursed him!" he shouted, Amora laughed, "I am," she replied darkly. Because no one can have a good life if she couldn't have one, especially Robert.

All of a sudden, Anthony's hands started to glow light blue. Before she could finish her blocking spell, she was hit with Anthony's beams, making her part vulnerable. "Because of you Robert can't meet his family!" Anthony shouted at her before she shot her again, she barely dodged it.

"But why can't I meet my family? What did they do wrong? Is it me? Don't take him, take me instead!"

"Because of you Robert can't get mad!" another shot, a barely dodged hit.

"There's no use in getting mad my dear," a familiar calloused hand started caressing her left cheek, wiping her tears. "I'm sorry that I couldn't fulfill my promise," he said before his body started to disperse, turning into ashes and Amora cried.

She felt herself caught between the shots and a tree. "Because of you-!" "Silence!" she shouted. Her voice echoes. She started to chant her spells and Anthony flew back a few feet. She panted. If she's not happy then Robert should never be happy. He's the main reason why he is gone. Robert should pay for his sins.

Amora saw everything. The panic on Robert's face as he ran towards Anthony's side, trying to make sure if the younger man was okay or not. She smirked; finally she will have her revenge and finish her job all at once. "I have to admit the boy was a challenge, but he was no more than a boy. Now time to kill you and him," she said as she missed the green color that started to creep on Robert's tan skin.

"Hulk smash!" the monster said before it started attacking Amora. Amora winced; she knew she couldn't keep on blocking the monster's attacks for too long. She started chanting some more spells before some sort of energy wave started to flow from her, dazing the monster.

She panted as she pointed a finger at the monster, "You are a monster that came from my creation! You are supposed to listen to my comm—"before Amora could even finish her sentence, Hulk dragged her by her feet and threw her, banging her against the ground repeatedly, back and forth. Lucky she already had her spells on before she was roughly banged.

Though well protected, she couldn't help the darkness and exhaustion that came to her. She closed her eyes as she succumbed to the darkness.

Amora wasn't always the bad guy. She used to be a normal witch, helping each other and stuffs like that. That's how she met Robert Banner, a mage that she was rather fond of. That's how she met the love of her life, Richard Nightwalker.

Richard was also a mage, a dear friend of Robert Banner. They created potions and elixirs together, learning about their world, Midgard together. And Amora fell in love with him at first sight. They were the same, they complete each other. Like two peas in a pod. They're different yet same. They have the same thirst for knowledge, they want to travel all across the globe, and they wanted to learn about immortality.

They started dating and Robert fully approve of their relationship. Everything was going well, that was until Richard found the secret. The secret to immortality.

"Amora! Amora!" Amora was reading under a tree before she looked up at the person calling her name. She smiled at the man running towards her. He panted before he sat next to her, a book in his hands. "What is wrong, Richard?" she asked. He gave a really big, genuine smile before he answered, "I found it, the key to immortality," and Amora suppressed her gasp.

"Where did you find it?" she asked, fear on her face. "I did a contract with Vár," he answered. She hit him on the head for that, tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "Why did you do that?" she asked before she broke down into tears. Richard only looked at her before he pulled her into a warm embrace and answered her question, "Because I love you," he muttered.

And so they did. They tried to do all the things that Vár told them to do to reach the immortality that they wanted; to reach their goal. But it all stopped when Jörð came to their humble cottage, disguised as a woman. Amora was shocked to have a God in her cottage but said nothing. Only offering her a place to sit and a cup of tea, just like what she would do to normal humans. Jörð only smiled, her soft brown curly hair fell from her green hooded cloak as she tried to hide her face. But Amora could see her clearly.

Fair skin, dark blue eyes, thick eyelashes, curly brown hair and soft pink lips. No wonder she's a Goddess. Jörð's smile disappeared as she said, "Stop pursuing in immortality," Amora winced at the warning. She stared at the Goddess before she replied her, "Why?"

"There are reasons why humans were not fed with Iðunn's apples. There are reasons why we did call you humans "mortals". Everything happens for a reason Amora, so please, stop pursuing immortality," Amora knew she was right but she didn't listen. All for the sake of their love.

Jörð came to her about 3 times before the accident happened. Before Forseti came to her and Richard announcing Richard's death, that he will die within 3 days. That it was the price that they had to pay for searching immortality.

Amora panicked and cried and she didn't know what to do. She saw the pity that Jörð gave to her as Forseti announced Richard's death. To say, Amora was angry that Jörð didn't do anything about it. She wanted to kill her but what could a mere human do? She was dreaming.

And so Amora, Richard and Robert worked day and night to fully find the formula to immortality. Only to find nothing. Everything was a fraud, the things that Vár told them couldn't be found on earth and Amora was hopeless.

She cried as Richard's body started to turn to ashes at midnight on the third day. The small amount of warmth that he could gave as he caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead before his body started to disperse. Swallowed by the wind. Amora was mad at everything. At Robert who didn't try enough, at Forseti who killed Richard, at Jörð who didn't do a thing about it.

Her madness was what drove her. Her madness and anger was the real reason why she cursed Robert, her madness and anger was the real reason why she hunted Jörð down. Because no one can be happy if she's not happy.

Amora walked towards her castle, walking towards her chambers before she opened it and locked the door. She started writing patterns on the floor before she cut her finger, letting her blood dripped on the pattern. And all of a sudden, a green light started fill the room, causing Amora to close her eyes and shield it with her hands.

A dark chuckle was heard and she opened her eyes. Hair slicked back, pale skin, black and green clothing and gold armor were on his body and Amora was astonished at the sight in front of her. "Loki, God of mischief and lies at your service," he said, not bothering on giving any chit-chats, he asked her, "What is it that you want dear Amora?"

Amora only gulped before she stared at Loki, her lips moving, "I want to get my revenge," Loki smirked.

So this is one of those chapters when some readers started to question me, "Why the hell would Amora do that?!" and this is what I came up with. I'm sorry, I'm a bad writer. Ha ha.

To say with my tight schedules and stuff and I have been having a really bad day, let me tell you that. It kinda makes me down that the amount of reviews that I got isn't as much as I expected it to be. Seriously. So can I get 40 reviews for this chapter? Please? It'll make me happier. Go say whatever you want. Flames are welcome. Though I don't really pay attention to flames, sorry flame-ers. But yeah. That's it then. No more bullshit coming from this author. At least for now.

Jörð: Goddess of the earth.

Forseti: God of justice, peace and truth.

Vár: Goddess of contract.

P.S: FAIRY TAIL!