Amora.
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As the woman spoke about her own Asgard, her eyes narrowed. She had heard of theories and sure, she had dimension hopped but she never encountered such an anomaly. “Not what I meant.” Amora told her firmly as the other tried to correct her. Of course, Amora was petty enough to not take any sort of criticism, no matter even if it was something as light as such a comment. “You are not any Asgardian I knew.” She told her before she sighed. “Yes, well, there is no Asgard here either. Not after Surtur decided to wake up thanks to Thor, Loki and Hela and their little bout with each other.” Amora sighed as if that battle was nothing more than an inconvenience. Seeing the pained look in her features, Amora watched her for a moment. “So, what is a goddess supposed to do without a home?”
“Surely being an Asgardian isn’t determined by your knowledge of them,” Sylvie respond, a twinkle of humor in her eye. Not insulting but finding amusement in the situation itself. “I have to imagine there were quite a few you hadn’t had chance to meet.” The mention of Asgard’s evaporation be stilled any set humor from their previous exchange. “So I’ve heard.” Her brother’s had quite the tussle in their world, though Sylvie’s own Asgard had been long destroyed so it wasn’t entirely a new thought to her. She took the question in stride, just as Sylvie took many things. A moment’s hesitation wasn’t often something she allowed, usually out of instinct more then anything else. “Survive.” She answered. “In my experience, there’s not more else that could be done.” Especially without a safe haven to call home.












