1095/The Prince and the Witch

The Prince and the Witch
Date of Scene:	10 April 2020
Location:	Union Square Park
Synopsis:	Thor asks Amora to help him deal with magical happenstances.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Amora

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Thor has posed:
    The cellular phone device never seemed to fit comfortably in his hand. It always felt horribly fragile, risky, like holding a small bit of tissue paper and trying to ready shaky handwriting on it. And when you try to look closer it ends up tearing from the subtle pressure. But with practice comes acclimation and for now Thor ponders the device, reading the top line of the address there. Then tilts his head to peer around at his surroundings.
    This couldn't be the place.
    Today, the Asgardian had decided to consider the possible locations for an embassy. Best not to do so easily in the public gaze so he had taken the effort to don a disguise, though it wasn't too great of one considering it was just the hood of his sweat shirt drawn up over his head, his hair tied back into a pony tail and hidden.
    But it was still Thor. And some people were already taking small snaps of him, capturing the image, tossing the photos onto social media with question marks and exclamation marks galore.
    Yet the Thunderer did not notice. He simply stood there in the park, looking one way, then the other, pondering where he must have taken the wrong turn.

Amora has posed:
Amora hadn't been on Midgard in sometime, though she popped in now and then to cause trouble, to poke about.. when she was bored. And she hadn't truly caused trouble for a while either. She had been... quiet. In an unusual way, which typically meant that she was involved in something untoward.

Which is exactly how she appears.

Between one moment and the next, she was simply //there//. A curvy blonde, wearing a low cut green, tight fitting shirt, golden bracelets and jewelry, and a pair of black leggings. She leaned back against the wall of the nearest building to Thor, arms crossed under her chest as she pouted. He wasn't paying attention!

To her or anyone else, it seemed.

So within another blink, she was there, throwing her frame forward, and making to try to wrap her arms around Thor's frame. "Daaarling, Thunderer. What hast captured thy attention so? Don't tell me it is the book of faces the mortals speak of."

Thor has posed:
    She could see it, the distant look, the distraction. Even as he pocketed that cellphone device. He had seemed about ready to depart when abruptly there was that subtle rush of displaced air and all of a sudden there was the Asgardian beauty throwing herself into his arms.
    Instinct kicks in and he catches her, arresting that fall and turning her to the side, almost like a dip at the end of a dance only in the moment when she's held there his smile shifts to a wry thing, albeit a warm one as he murmurs, "Amora!"
    She is brought back to her feet as he holds her out hands upon her shoulders, then drawing her into an embrace. A fair greeting, friendly, and in truth they had parted ways not entirely horribly. They have had their differences but those differences had often been resolved. Usually with a punishment from Odin or some admonishment given.
    Yet no reason to not be friends.
    "Tis good to see you, such time has passed."

Amora has posed:
Amora exhaled a breath in exhilaration, smiling widely as Thor caught her figure and set her upright again. And then embraced her. She returned the affection, perhaps too willingly, but could one truly fault the blonde for taking advantage of the situation offered to her? She settled back on a pair of heels, making her already impressively tall figure all the more so.

"Much time has passed! I have seen Sif about, and she told me of Loki's behavior." She pouted slightly.

"I've come to offer you my aid Thunderer, for you know I have oft been remiss in my behavior... and I would rather be at your side to aid you than in Asgard." Alone. Bored. Alone. Loki and Thor were //both// on Midgard, and now Sif. Quickly, Midgard was turning into a who's-who of royals and their entourage.

Thor has posed:
    "You would be most welcome, Amora." He holds up a hand, "If you can behave yourself." He starts to walk forward and then nods to her, "Come with me if you wish, I must see to a task and the streets of this city confound me at every turn."
    That said he slips his umbrella under his shoulder and starts walking around, seeming to blend in with the mortals rather well. Except that his gait, his manner, and that casual aplomb of his is distinctly very Thor and some of the mortals have keyed on it. So naturally Amora is having her picture taken as well.
    "So you are aware Loki has been banished here, that is not something that will end well." He lifts a hand to the back of his neck as he stops under a street sign at the edge of the park, peering up at it and then comparing it to the small display on his cellphone, seeking the correlation. "I am looking for a possible location for the embassy. And then afterwards I am to attend some sort of charity event."R    His lip twists as he stops to peer back at the beautiful blond and tell sher, "There, you are now caught up."

Amora has posed:
Amora trailed alongside Thor, flashing smiles and tossing her hair as the mortals about snapped pictures. After all, she had been to Midgard recently enough to be aware of //pictures//... And she adored the very concept of more pictures of //her//. She was particularly enamored of gaining attention, no matter what realm it was.

She blinked, and pouted at Thor again. "Have I not been suitably behaved in the recent past, Thor? I have not been untoward." Recently. In the past few months. A rarity for their kind, so long lived, to be so mercurial in her moods and behavior that a few months, or a year was recent.

"An embassy? Here on Midgard? Whatever for?" She asked, tilting her head and reaching up to curl her fingers through her golden locks as she walked.

Thor has posed:
    "Not terribly so, no." The tall man turns and looks back at her as he returns the cellphone to his pocket and then takes hold of his umbrella again, the object making a subtle /whum/ of sound as he shifts his grip upon it. "But if I did not treat you with some measure of wariness for your talents, good Amora, you would perhaps take it as a lack of respect for your abilities, and I would not have that." That said he ponders a particular building across the street and gestures with a nod.
    "What make you of yonder brownstone? It seems to stand out amongst the other buildings on this street, it has a certain presence to it. What passes for old world architecture for Midgard."
    The Thunderer turns to peer at her, eyebrow cocked curiously. "It could serve, don't you imagine?" But then he finally answers her question, "The All-Father thinks it is time for Midgard to have a place in Asgard's court, honored allies perchance."

Amora has posed:
Amora seemed entirely mollified by Thor's answer, and a wicked grin pulled at the corners of her lips. She fluttered her eyelashes, and smiled with her chin tilted inward, and a hand pressing against her chin. "You are truly gifted with your words, my Prince." She murmured, her voice soft and filled with all manner of things unsaid.

Still Thor was on a mission, and she cast her green eyed gaze to consider the building on front of them. She huffed a breath, "The stone is untrue. The buildings described as 'brown of stone' are in fact made of mortal bricks. From clay. I asked once." She added, rattling off the knowledge. "You should hire a mortal to inspect such things. I would prefer true stone though." She frowned, and glanced back at him, her eyebrows shooting upward.

"What?! Mortals?! In the court? Truly? Oh. Spirits."

Thor has posed:
    And as ever, Thor's thoughts are warmly fond of the mortals as he turns to her and declares calmly, "It may well be time, Lady Amora. They have grown as a people, they have fought by our side nobly. They have advanced by leaps and bounds and are close to setting foot upon the galactic scene. I would have them be our friends rather than view us as something other."
    That said he withdraws that cellular device and swipes it to life with the brush of a thumb. And then very gingerly, he lightly touches the screen to mark this one area completed before he turns back to her, "An embassy will go a long ways to reaching that goal I would think. Or at the least enable us to advance matters."
    That said he changes the focus of the conversation and returns it back to her, where she likely would most like it kept. "What brings you here, Amora? Have you been set a task?"

Amora has posed:
Amora huffed a breath, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she toe the sidewalk they stood on as she eyed the building with an intent look that spoke of wanting very much to curse it or getting someone to destroy it. Clearly, she was not amused with the concept of ... mortals ... being involved anywhere near the court.

"They're so... so simple.." She muttered, and flapped a hand about them. "Most of them hath neither the ability nor the concept of understanding basic spellcraft, nor any other manner of practical works. They'll demand we give them all they lack, mark my words, Thunderer." She tsk'ed and huffed a breath as she caught her image in the reflection of a nearby car. She shifted her stance with a roll of her hip, and glanced back to Thor.

His question earned a downturn of her painted lips, and she looked away. "Am I not allowed to come visit you, my Prince? Or should I waste away in Asgard whilst Loki, Sif, and who know else of the court comes to Midgard?" To put it bluntly.. she was ... bored. And a bored Amora caused trouble.

Thor has posed:
    "You do both them and yourself ill to minimize them in such a way, Amora." Thor says in that oh so understanding yet admonishing tone she has likely heard many... many many times before. "I think you misjudge them and I think it is more in our favor to maintain contact with them, lest they rush off into the cosmos without us there. But what is more... they might even do well without us."
    With a smile he starts to walk down the sidewalk, hands returning to his pockets. And when she asks her question of him he answers, "Aye you are welcome, and in truth it is fortunate timing for there are tasks I would set before you if you find it amenable." His pace falters as he turns to quirk an eyebrow at her, as if seeing if she might be inclined to indulge in such.

Amora has posed:
Amora rolled her eyes upwards, as if unable or unwilling to even entertain the thought that the mortals had //anything// positive to contribute to the wider world, or rather worlds, beyond their own. She arched a brow, tilting her to the side as she looked Thor up and down. "Then tell me Thunderer, have they halted killing each other? Have they united under one banner? Have they solved their sicknesses and improved the lives of all their number?" She swept a hand about them.

"We have all of these, our healers cured ills, we no longer fight ourselves and have long been united under one banner for all of Asgard. Yet look at this mortals. They kill themselves, they fight over simple things, and they care not for their weakest." She folded her arms again.

"They are not yet ready to engage with the other realms on anything." She tsk'ed and huffed a breath. Though as Thor spoke of needing her for something or another, she pursed her lips... Making a show of trying to deny him anything. Even a simple task.

It didn't last long, and she broke with a sidelong glance at him. "Very well, what would you desire, my Prince."

Thor has posed:
    As she railed against the frailties of mortals and their stop/start advancement, Thor just lets her have her head of steam and to blow it off as she likes. No interruptions, just the tall Asgardian walking alongside one of the few women who are just as tall as him. Then a sidelong glance is given as he nods in answer.
    "With Loki's exile here and father's focus spread, I find myself often without information that would serve good warning when matters might take a turn for the worse. Primarily from the magic that the mortals have been making use of these last hundred years. It is your area of expertise, I could use you focusing upon this, and seeing what you can find out. Much has passed, and I often feel I am the last to know."
    He then stops and turns to face her, smiling a little. "Aid me in this and all is forgiven. Be my partner and together we can likely make matters better for Asgard, and safer."

Amora has posed:
Amora was one to do as she pleased, whatever the whim was at any given moment. But ... she also rarely, if ever could say no to Thor when he asked something of her. Oh sure, she might rail, and scheme and cause chaos alongside Loki and try anything and everything to gain Thor's attention... But when she had it? Oh..

The blonde, froze briefly mid-rant about the horrible parts of mortals and their lives.. she had spent more time in Midgard over the past century than most Asgardians.. And had some choice details. But as Thor asked her to help him, with magical knowledge and happenstances among the very mortals she was railing against, her shoulders slumped and she exhaled a breath.

She shifted her weight upon her toes, her heels rocking back slightly as she eyed a mortal that crossed their path and kept walking. She squinted, as if trying to consider Thor's words briefly. Finally, the Witch of Asgard, turned those spell-binding eyes on the Prince once more. "You want me to be your partner in this? Truly?" She ventured, her voice low and soft.

Thor has posed:
    "Of course!" Thor says with that warm bombastic tone of his, "Working together we can make a difference. It'll be as it were when we were young, yes?"
    And as he says that he smiles easily enough, then gestures with a nod. "Come, let us break bread together, and share a few drinks. Perhaps we can find Lady Sif and you can catch us both up on what has passed on Asgard in our absence."
    And with that he'll start walking again, smiling sidelong before setting a steady pace.