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It had been a simple miscalculation, one that almost anyone could make. For the past few  days, Amora had been island hopping, trying to stay ahead and away from those damn mechanical things. Most of the time she had been able to stay out of their patrols, but at the start? She had been relaxing on one of the smaller islands on the chain when the attacks started. Yes, she realised how funny it was for her, a half Jotun goddess to be relaxing on a tropical island. It became even more hilarious when one of the blasts that the Ultron robots struck her with knocked her out and sent her hurtling into a quickly cooling lava flow.

She had been stuck in that rocky prison for a week, and now her magic was paying for it. Normally, if she felt weak, a quick trip back to Asgard would 'refuel her batteries' as the Midgardians loved to say, but, even a spell such as a simple teleportation charm tended to drain her, allowing only for hopping around like some damn magical frog. Flying had been an option until she was shot out of the sky, injuring herself further and wanting to sink these wretched scraps of land.

So, when Amora's magic decided it had had enough, and slammed her into the woman, it was not entirely her fault, though she was thankful for the cushioned landing. And now she had found someone else to help her. At least, that's what she hoped for. She prayed that she wasn't wrong in that assumption.

Even with the softened landing, Amora's body ached, particularly her hip and thigh. Perhaps something was pulled or perhaps it was just fatigue brought on by her strain and over-use of magic recently. Either way, she groaned as she looked up at the redhead. She was vaguely familiar in the sense that yes, Amora felt that she should have known her, but her name was escaping at the moment. Her garb seemed particularly familiar.

"By the nine worlds, please be a friendly soul. I would hate to have to kill the first living person I've seen in days." Not that she thought she could do such a thing. Weapons training had never interested her, thinking it as being barbaric and unworthy of her. Perhaps the woman would like other things. "Keep me safe and I shall promise you gold and riches beyond belief. I can free you from this hell-hole." At least she thought she could. Maybe, after a few days of rest she could provide some extravagant bit of magic. At least that's what Amora had hoped.

"Oh, I fight. Just not in the conventional sort of way. Unlike you, it seems," she replied, giving the red haired woman a once over. It seemed she was dressed even less appropriately for this environment than Amora, and yet, here she was surviving. That made Amora smile. Perhaps her luck was about to change. "I will endeavor not to give you a reason to change your mind, as I enjoy living." At the woman's orders, Amora stood carefully and gingerly, testing her legs out for any broken bones. Her hips hurt and would likely pain her further as the day went on, but if she didn't move, they would become stiff and unresponsive.

"Where? I would prefer Asgard, but... aside from Helheim and Muspelheim, it seems any world would be ideal compared to this. There is where you would spend your wealth." Now, whether or not Amora would gratefully take her companion as promised, she wasn't sure. She would need as much help as she could get, especially if she wanted to save up enough magic to teleport off this rock. "If I store my magic up enough, we won't need to fly into space. A simple spell would take care of our needs, or I can try to call down the bifrost bridge. But, I am being rude. They call me Amora. What is your name?"

"Yes, with magic." Amora gave the woman a sidelong glance. It wasn't that hard to assume she used magic, mainly due to her clothing choice; no armor at all to speak of. Not that the other woman was dressed in a more protective manner. But the way she was so casual with her answer, Amora seemed to get the understanding that she knew quite a bit about magic. "No, no problems at all. I promise."

But, it seemed promises were meant to be broken, for the next thing she knew, there was an axe blade hurtling towards her head. Barely having time to react, Amora raised her arms in defense, instinctively gesturing towards the weapon. Almost instantly the axe became a bouquet of flowers. The second axe, however, swung soon after its twin, and Amora found her magic briefly, but suddenly, drained. "Shit!" she yelled, ducking the blade and scrambling back from the crazed woman. "I'm not-! I'm only-! Asgard is my home, but-!" Every time she tried to explain, Amora was only met with an axehead as a reply.

She couldn't dodge her forever. At some point, she was sure to trip or fall or the woman would get lucky and cut an artery. She hated what she was about to do, but it was a thing of last resorts, and this engagement was needing just that. It only took a moment, a slight relaxation like a soft exhale and Amora started to change. Her pale skin took on a shade of deeper blue, her green eyes turned red, and her golden hair paled to platinum. She also grew to twice her original size, and thankfully, the remmnants of her clothing followed suit.

Not even thinking, and wanting this fight over sooner rather than later, Amora grabbed at the woman, her fear having given way to anger. "Do I look like an Asgardian?!" she yelled.

Amora snorted a laugh at what the woman had assumed. "Thor did not send me. As if he would even think to do such a thing with me. I was on vacation when Ultron attacked." Oh, she wanted to just grab this woman by the leg and bash her into the ground as if she were a tent peg, but then again Amora's emotions had always seemed to run a bit hotter when she was in this form. Sometimes she hated her heritage.

"It's nine realms, you ignorant cow. Nine, not ten. And watch your tone with me," she growled. "I don't pretend anything, oh she who jumps to conclusions. I am not some damned servant that cowers before some hóra who thinks herself better. If you know, my father is Freyr of Vanaheimr. My mother is Gerðr, a Jotunn." Amore disliked talking about her parents, but if it meant her being able to live just a bit longer, she would speak the truth. Besides, who would this woman tell?

"I'm not a slave on Asgard. My father provided for me so long as I did not speak of my family, him included. I was fostered in Asgard. A mysterious blonde woman who showed up one day, wanting to learn magic. Which I did." While willing to explain herself, Amora was not about to give her life story. "Now, I have answered your questions. It is only right that you return the favor. What is your name? Why do you hate Asgard? Who are your parents? And why do you think either her or Thor would send me after you?"

"No, they don't. We only know of the nine. There is no record of a tenth realm called Heaven. I know of it, of course, but it's a Abrahamic idea when combined with angels." Not even Karnilla had spoken of the fact that these realms used to be linked. Why had Odin done such a thing? Amora didn't even think it was possible for realms to be severed entirely.

"Odin does not know what I am. Outside of my parents, and now you, no one does. Nor did he raise me. I just appeared one day in Asgard, eager to learn magic from Karnilla. A few tried to ask me about my family, but I would avoid giving answers. Eventually it was just accepted that I didn't know and was some bastard or something," she replied, sitting down. "And if the Jotunns allied with the angels, this is the first I've heard of it. Mother was kept under tight restrictions by her father."

Amora huffed at the woman's first answer. "Then what do you want to be called? Tell me or I shall choose something of my own creation, befitting of our experiences together." Though she quickly regretted her words and looked apologetic upon hearing who her parents were. "Freyja? She is my aunt. We are cousins." For some reason, the news that Amora was now closer in blood relations to the throne made her feel rather happy, and her form slowly began to change back to her smaller, and paler, self.

"Interdimensional travel. One can only guess what other rifts Odin opened up when he separated the realms. Would you like to go home? Which ever one you consider it to be?"

"I did not know. But, Odin is vain like that. He does not want others to know his mistakes, his downfalls." Amora felt like she should go on, but really, how does one apologize for someone's death when they are standing right in front of you? It seemed rude.

"If you think that I hold allegiance with Odin, you are mistaken. I may live in his Asgard, but I have not bent a knee in his presence, nor have I ever kissed his ring and sworn loyalty. I would rather work with you. As you said, Jotunns once allied with angels. Would you like a partnership?" Amora asked this in all honesty. Two people working together would make life easier, and it would also allow her magic to return that much more quickly. More magic meant that she could get off this planet and not have to worry about being killed by psychotic robots.

The woman's words had a rather sobering affect on Amora. Though she did not have the exact same experience as her growing up, the sorceress was familiar with what was being described. She had never understood the hate when she was little. Her mother was a wonderful woman, even for a frost giant. Then, when she was older, having embraced her Asgardian illusion, she had to sit, tight-lipped and seething, as she listened to Thor and others as they expounding about their attacks in Jotunheim, beating those 'blue savages senseless until they cried mercy'. "You plan revenge against those people who wronged you. For, if it wasn't for your father doing whatever it was that caused that war, you would have been raised differently. You would not have had such sorrows, miseries, and falsehoods thrust upon you. You seem to have enough anger to topple those gilded towers in Asgard. Why not make sure the All-Father is under them when they fall? You would make a far better ruler than he. You may even restore the tenth realm to its proper place. Then, when you are queen, you can have whatever name you please," she answered and stood, ready to move if need be.