"I quite enjoyed writing the ambiance of this snippet.
This little fanfic idea is really starting to come together. I might just have to stop posting these tidbits and get it up on fanfiction.net or something. If only I was writing this in the proper order." -Casey
Loki
slammed the door behind him and the torches lining the walls were extinguished.
He stood in the dark, writhing in anger. How could Thor have kept something
like this from him?
“Well,”
whispered a voice. “It appears that the thunderer is not the only one with a
fierce temper.”
A
light ignited at the other end of the room, glowing softly with a greenish hue.
The young woman that had been hidden in the darkness held the flickering flame
in the palm of her hand as she walked up to the young prince.
“Amora,”
Loki whispered, glancing apprehensively at the door. “How did you get into the
palace?”
“As
if you can’t imagine, young sorcerer,” she teased, dimming the light in her
hand so that both their features were partially obscured by the darkness. “You
did assign me to tell you the moment I’d found the prophecy, did you not?”
“What
have you discovered?” Loki demanded, still keeping his voice at the level of a
whisper.
Amora
took a moment to brush her long blond hair from her face before smirking with a
knowing smile. “The Jotuns know nothing of the ancient texts,” she sighed. “There
is indeed a tale of a boy called Laufeyson who shall be powerful enough to
bring all of Asgard to its knees.”
She
paused, trying to gauge Loki’s reaction, but he kept up a mask of indifference.
“Yes, I know this part of the tale,” he sighed. “I ordered you to find more.”
“Then
your majesty shall not be disappointed,” she muttered. “What the Frost Giants
got wrong was that this villain will not be a conqueror…he will be a
destroyer.”
“What?”
Loki swallowed, not even noticing that Amora had strengthened her flame so that
it completely lit his face.
“Laufeyson
will steal the throne from the son of Odin and the twilight of the gods will
take place at last,” Amora said with relish like stage actress. “None survive,
thus it is written.”
Loki
waved his hand before him and Amora’s fire was extinguished, leaving them both
in darkness. “Well done, enchantress,” he admitted. “Now take your leave before
someone sees you.”
“As
you wish, my lord,” she replied before fading away into the shadows.
A
moment ago, all Loki had wanted to do was punch a hole through the nearest
wall, but now his anger was subdued. What little hope he had had against his
true father’s prediction was now gone. Laufey had no clue what kind of power he
was trying to unleash and for that matter, neither did Loki.
With
all his sorcery and all his cunning, could he ever become a threat capable of
destroying the Realm Eternal?
There
were a lot of unanswered questions running through his mind, but there was one
thing of which he was now certain; he couldn’t remain in Asgard any longer.
Loki and Amora (C) Marvel Comics/Marvel Studios
Story (C) SuperheroGeek13
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