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"I might have given him amnesia ."
"To the rudest witch in the galaxy..."
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Her elegant crepe covering drifts off shoulders as she walks into the garden.
"Star Prince! Got it."
She hands him a large net.
"Bugs make me gag. Could you?"
She bats thick eyelashes .
A hand rises to bounce some waves.
"You like. L'OrΓ©al ." She smiles.
"No.... I was educated in the ways of Magicks."
About ass dumb as that pompous Asgardian wind bag. How did this man come into all these lands?
Her hair is flowing with the elegant breeze. 100% goddess.
She hears him talking, but his speech is mumbled. Her brain drifts off. Just like Odin.
Pompous arsehole. How is this man popular? -
She is well aware. Kirk has been sharing the scribes exploits.
"Soon! I can turn him into a pesky frog again."
"I'm trying hard to behave." She whispers. "Be a good girl."
Curtsies and hurries off.
"I did not do it, Queen Frigga."
Oh Doomy, you make me laugh so hard.
Leads the way to the palace pool.
"Are you the new pool boy?"
Amora can be rather dumb.
"I can take care of that!"
Waved her hand and used her magic to transform his clothing.
She makes the goddesses drop their robes. Four perfect bikinis.
"Wanna go for a swim?"
"Maybe." Four very slutty goddesses.
Sighs . She misses turning Kirk into a frog.
"Can you like poke him a little!"
She was hopelessly bored in Asgard. Odin in a deep Odinsleep, which she had nothing to do with of course. "I wanted to see New York City." This wasn't New York City?
"Well I have to check my very full calendar. I'm very busy entertaining Ashardian princes."
Chuckles and gives Thor a smile.
"Four blondes." Creates an illusion of four goddesses.
πΈ Ravens in bloom
"What isn't better than two blondes?"
She stares at him hard.
Doom is so crotchedy. Amora wonders why he is this way. A small whip of her wrist and he becomes compliant and orders a servant to bring her wine. She smiles widely.
"Much better."
"Well they already dislike me." Hair flip.
Anything to get off the damn ship.
She half listens.
"You want him to just rule and be lazy?" She repeats the question. It is an odd request.
"I guess I could do that."
Amora thinks for a minute. "You wouldn't mind if I stole his soul or something?"
She going to slap him. Arrogant little turd.
Long legs cross seductively. Like all men, she tuned him out. Very few hold her attention .
"Wine." A snap of the fingers.
A glare at Doom.
Where is her servants. Her hand is empty.
"Is this how you treat guests?"
Annoyed Amora.
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