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[lamiaviridis]

After learning of Loki's fall from the Bifrost, most of her free time on Asgard was devoted trying to locate Loki utilizing her telepathy.  She could sense Thano's control over him, his inner turmoil, and furthermore the effects of which the mind stone had on him. She tried to communicate, though she barriers of the infinity stone were far too powerful for her. Having already failed him in that regard, she at least had to see him.  The burden 'pon Loki's shoulders was already far too much, and Amora wanted to alleviate some of that with relaxation and intimacy. Then, his words reached her.

❛ How could you say such a thing ? ! ❜ Crippling woes gutted her fragile heart, piercing ache raw unto each trembling word . A little girl yet again, afraid of losing someone that gave her a sense of self-worth, nevermore does she harbor a shield to protect her and keep her safe, to love her unconditionally. Sinking back into her cage, she did all that she could, but failed to make him stay, thus she was once again a prisoner of her own facade.

With furrowed brows, the Enchantress shook her head, strands of gold flow and sway as she draws ever nearer whilst venom-glossed lips secured into a straight line. Devotion such as this was but as a curse, a festering wound. Love was an ailment, a weakening affliction. Something that could only birth chaos. And, she welcomed it. Because, at least she was loved.

❛  You and I both know I'm not here, Loki.  ❜ She leaned close to his ear, lifting a hand and simulating petting his visage with a single finger. ❛ However, I can be if you so desire it. ❜

@lamiaviridis said : ❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

" well perhaps you would have been better off if you had. perhaps the whole of asgard would be. " the words had come quickly, like they'd been prepared, just waiting on the tip of his tongue to be spoken. after all, what good was he to asgard, to anyone here anyway? in this cell? locked up for his crimes despite the fact that no one seemed to acknowledge that his mind had been pulled apart and messed around... - not that that erased his own responsibility but still... he supposed the cell was a fitting place for something like him, anyway. a monster.

it had all truly been a lie, hadn't it? odin always choosing thor over him, but now he knew why. now he knew why he was always cast in the shadows. because odin couldn't stand the thought of a frost giant one day taking the throne of asgard. because that wasn't his purpose. neither was being odin's son. he was nothing more than a stolen relic. a bargaining chip should the day ever come.

he turned, pacing some. he knew that she wasn't really here, but he was still avoiding looking at her. he didn't know how many people knew - about his truth. but the fact that she had come to see him told him that she didn't know. because surely if she did, she would just consider him a monster too. after all, frost giants are what parents told their kids about, things to be afraid of.

" i suggest you go, amora. being seen with a criminal wouldn't do you any good. "