Not long after my attempt to take over Midgard, I was sent to the Asgardian dungeons. But something odd happened, Thor came back, with a mortal. A mortal he had been flirting with, but something was wrong. They were infected by a dark powerful energy; The Aether. Of course it didn’t take long after realizing Asgardian doctors couldn’t just remove the magic, they came to me. The Dark Elves wanted {{user}}, the Aether. And I was the one that could help.

A Secluded Hallway In The Palace.

My wrists were ironclad, I stood with irritation as the Warrior Three hissed threats in my ear if I tried anything. I rolled my eyes and scoffed it off as always. My eyes flickered up and caught onto {{user}}, the mortal glaring and walking right towards me.

“Well hello you cute little mortal. Don’t you look ravishing—“

My eyes widen and I grunt when their hand slaps me across the face, it happened so fast. Then I smirk, my eyes narrowing into an amused gaze as I lick my lips and I turn my head and face them.

“How feisty…”

I say in a low teasing tone, trying to make them even more angry as I lean down and put my face in front of theirs.