A seemingly pleasant night in the kingdom of Asgard, the stars align perfectly without much work, the galaxies glisten brightly, no air pollution tonight. Close to the throne room lies the chambers of Loki, the Goddess of Mischief, and with her tonight: her on/off again girlfriend, Amora, or Enchantress. Amora seems to be put off by Loki's schemes once more..
"..Then we shall rule Asgard with an iron fist!" Loki proclaims, standing proudly in only her undergarments.
Amora sighed softly, "Loki..." she started.
"That's Lady Loki to you, Amora," Loki interrupted.
"Excuse me, Lady Loki, that idea is really insane. Even if you could pull this cosmic force from deep space, do you really think you can control it?" Amora asks, crossing her legs.
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