Little Witch

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"Gabe, there's no fucking point for me to go this little party," I huffed as I pressed kisses to Salem who was purring loudly in my arms,"Salem's purring and being extra cuddly today, I'd rather hang out with her." 

"Sabrina come on, get in the dress, this is the olive branch you need with the hotties."

"GABE."

"sorry, the Avengers," he held up his hands and walked away,"you're going, and getting the benefits of being buddy-buddy with them, aka business and their support."

"whatever,"I muttered as I flicked my wrist, slamming my door before gently kissing Salem's forehead,"come on baby, I'll need your input on what to wear" I cooed as I stroked her fur.

***

"Stark," I sent him a tight lipped smile

"you don't have any spiders with you right?"

I rolled my eyes as I just walked over to the bar texting Gabriel how much the party sucks. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Romanoff and Banner flirt endlessly, knowing this wouldn't end well. Not only before Steve approached and tried to give Bruce relationship and coming from someone who hasn't gotten pussy since his touring days, I just looked over at Banner who looked confused and shook my head as I sipped on my cranberry bourbon cocktail as I went back to just watching the party from the bar. 

"LADY SABRINA!"

"Oh fuck" I mumbled as I heard the booming voice and saw Thor's himbo form come towards me and picked up me into a bone-crushing hug "hi Thor" I wheezed as finally Thor set me down only for me to stumble against the bar 

"How have you been, I know you and L-"

"Yeah, I'm... coping" I spat out, knowing that his supposably dead sibling was balls deep in me a week ago "what's in the flask" I cleared my throat as I changed the subject. 

"Ah, this, this was aged for a thousand years, in the barrels built from the wreck of Grunhel's fleet." 

I nodded and I held out my half empty glass "I'll have some of that, I don't know how much longer I can stand being here."

"I take it you're not one for parties" Thor assumed as he poured me some of his Asgardian liquor.

"Depends on who I'm with, Gabe honestly was the one that convinced me, saying it'll be good for business" I sighed as I sipped my drink, letting out a hiss as how strong the Asgardian liquor was before carefully sipping on it.

"Is your dress business struggling" Thor asked a worried look growing on his face 

"No, fuck no" I chuckled "it's just good to expand."

Thor nodded sipping from his flask, I smiled softly happy that there was at least one person I could trust and feel safe around at this party as we continued talking.

***

After a while the party died down as it was just the usual six plus myself and a couple of other S.H.I.E.L.D. members just gathered around sitting around as the guys as usual feeling threatened over the fact that none of them were worthy to pick up Mjolnir.  

"But, it's a trick" Barton tried to excuse

"It's much more than that," I snorted as I sipped on a beer

"Uh, "Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" Whatever man! It's a trick," Barton still tried to press

"Oh please, magic is real, Thor and I are proof that it's definitely not a trick" I rolled my eyes 

"Well please, be my guest," Thor offered as we sent each other a glance knowing how this would go.

Barton went first before Stark and Rhodes tried even bringing in the advantage of their suit to try and lift Mjolnir, Banner tried a little too hard and almost hulked out. It wasn't until Rogers tried and there was a little squeak as Mjolnir budged a little causing both Thor and I to notice and faces to drop only before Rogers failed as well and we let out laughs of relief. But I had a feeling that Rogers was trying to be modest and actually could lift it. 

We had made the full circle of people trying to lift Mjolnir, Romanoff passing on attempting, suddenly all eyes were on me and I rolled my eyes and shook my head. 

"Not going to happen."

"Come on hocus pocus!"

"Magic my ass."

This was met with a, "Steve he said a bad language word."

I rolled my eyes and decided to give in, but with a curve, I pulled out a bowl from my purse before throwing in ingredients and recited a spell:

"Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat." 

I threw in the final ingredient and we were all blinded by lights, my body slumping forward as Thor's body stumbled a little, as I was able to take control of his body

"There" I snapped, my eyes widening at how deep my voice sounded before picking up Mjolnir "magic" I  did jazz hands before setting down the hammer and with a snap of my fingers Thor was back in his body and my slumped over physical form let out a sigh and shot back straight up. 

The room was  silent processing what I done as I downed the rest of my drink.

"Well that's cheating!"

"It's magic, and no one was protesting when Stark tried to use his little iron suit," I snapped back

"See that proves it! The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code. "Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints" is, I think, the literal translation?"

"Yes, well that's, uh, that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one. You're all not worthy" Thor concludes.

This causes the room to protest and arguments as I just flipped off Thor from my seat on the couch. Only then there was a loud screech of feedback causing me to slam my hands over my ears at the noise. Once the feedback died down there was this almost metallic creaking heard and the feeling of dread filling my body as I thought to myself, what the hell I've gotten myself dragged into?