A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

A Flawed Plan and a Weak Army

Several days later...

—-Loki—-

Finally my plan is working, I just wish it hadn't come with the price of selling my soul last night. I had tried everything else I could think of to get Amora to tell me anything but she seemed uninterested in revealing anything to me. I was just as unimportant as a servant boy to her. I had realized that unfortunately the only way to get Amora to give me any information was to bed her.

I took no pleasure in it, hating every second of our intimacy. I have to suppress a gag thinking of it now. I feel immense guilt over this even though Sam gave me permission. 'How will I ever make this up to her?' I listen intently to Amora as she egotistically explains her plans to me as we lay in the bed.

I've used an illusion spell to hide the bruises on my arm along with scars I've accumulated on my back they would raise far too many questions from Amora. She's grabbed my injured arm multiple times and I've nearly cracked but I somehow managed to keep myself from showing my pain.

I can only hope the device hidden in my clothing not six feet away is picking everything she's telling me up. Her army is weaker than they seem they've made themselves look larger than they actually are. Amora's plans are also flawed she hopes to cast a similar enchantment to the one she used on Thor on a world leader and gain access to Midgard's weapons.

Namingly nuclear weapons since her army is lacking. She's naive to think that Midgard would back down to even that. Midgardians have to be the most stubborn species in all the known worlds they won't go down without a fight to the last man. Midgard is quite possibly unconquerable I should know I tried. They would rather die than live in subjugation.

Something I've come to realize from living among them is while to crave subjugation is in their nature to rebel against it is equally in their nature, and for good reason. Every circumstance in their history in which a group has been subjugated by another they've faced mistreatment. This has been made especially apparent to me seeing how broken living in subjugation left Sam.

I witnessed for myself how freedom enhanced her life's joy so I was forced to reevaluate my initial assessment of humanity. It came long overdue as I made that assessment back in 2012 when I had delusions of grandeur as a result of both my own emotions and the Mind Stone's influence on me during that time.

I've reached the conclusion that they can't and shouldn't be subjugated even if they would benefit from it they'd also suffer from it. Yes Amora's plans are quite flawed but if not for the Avengers she would have had no problem getting control over Midgard's arsenal.

I was also correct in my deductions that we couldn't just take her by force she has lethal contingency plans in the event of her capture or death. She's placed hexes on herself that would have spelled disaster if we had taken her on with shear force. Now I can work on weakening and removing these hexes right underneath her nose.

When the time is right she will be left defenseless and I will have my revenge. I let a smirk cross my face as she goes on about her plans for Midgard. She takes this as a sign of my approval and kisses me. I'm hit by another wave of nausea as I pretend to enjoy it. As she goes on her lips traveling down my body with kisses.

I can't stop thinking of Sam. I haven't heard or seen anything of her or any of my teammates since I got here days ago. I'm extremely worried. 'Had she given the order to kill them without my knowledge?' 'Had she subjected them to torture?' 'What was going to become of them?'

Thankfully before Amora goes too far down, though her lips being anywhere near me is in fact too close to being with, we're interrupted by a knock on the door. Amora looks furious and I try to mimic her expression, hiding my relief.

"WHO DARES TO DISTURB US!"

A man timidly answers.

"My queen it's been over three days and the prisoners haven't eaten anything we were awaiting your word for what to do with them."

"I have no concern over them."

"Then may I humbly ask that our men might have the two women?"

Amora seems to actually consider it for a moment I hide my anger. 'That quim will be the first to die when the time comes for suggesting such a thing!' 'There's no way in Hel that is happening!'

"Amora darling, he's far too bold these are valuable prisoners and you must use them to your advantage."

Amora nods playing right into my hand. Though I can see gears turning and know she's thinking of how she can use them for her plans. I have no doubt she's going to do something cruel.

"No feed them and take care of their needs I have plans for them and I need them healthy."

I cringe thinking of whatever her plans may be from my experience with people as despicable as she, I've gathered that the desire for healthy prisoners often means torture is involved.

"Yes my queen."

The man seems to rush away and Amora's attention is again fully on me the way she looks at me with hunger and lust is repulsive. I need to get rid of her hexes as fast as possible without her noticing. So I can 'get the fuck out of dodge'.