There were a few routes to get ahold of the throne of Asgard, she herself could think of a few, even when she mostly just tried to seduce its heir – maybe she had been trying to get the wrong brother, if Loki was the one to guarantee himself the throne when his witless brother wanted none of it. Even if the details were vague, perhaps she would have felt if the All Father had perished, magic so intrinsically bonded to Asgard. In silence, he had said. So it wasn’t common knowledge. Mayhap, besides himself, she was the only one to know. Such a pity, there were no chances to boast.
The possibility to get her powers back wasn’t one that could be ignored. So desperate to feel like herself again, the powerful Enchantress, and not some mere low sorceress with limited magic. Now that she knew who held the true power, it would’ve been easier to formulate a plan. But he was not his brother. Amora would not seduce her way to the throne. And the secrecy of his control made things more complicated. But once her powers were back, she could think of a better plan, back in her old home with a glass of mead in her hand and a plate of walnuts.
For fleeting seconds a smirk crossed her lips. The reason they were excellent partners and terrible at the same time was because they were so alike, the same, almost. They could expect the worst of each other and not get disappointed in that. They alwys knew with whom they were dealing with, the risk of betrayal and it was stimulating in some way. It was never tedious. “Of course I can help you. I can do much more than that, my dear…” Raising her own hand, she brushed her fingers against his face. “But you know my ambitions don’t stop at regaining what is rightfully mine.” I want to be Queen. The unsaid words were there. He, more than anyone else, would be conscious of her yearnings.
“How altruistic of you.” It might have been a jest, but she understood. After all, they were all living in the same universe. Even when it didn’t look like the kind of thing they would’ve done, once in a while, it was necessary. “Well, I’m not fond of dying as well.”
Once, he had been naïve to the extent of her desires. Desires that seemed not to have waned in the centuries apart. It was almost funny, how he'd tasted the power she so dreamed of, yet found it lacking. Asgard thought their former monarch simply became softened by the loss of his wife and son, with no idea it was that very “son” overseeing the empire rebuilt.
The power of a throne was lackluster when he knew the breadth of the universe beyond the Nine Realms. Their little corner of the universe had been painfully easy to sort back into peace and abundant trade. The trickster was careful not to let any of his former delusions of grandeur affect the charade until risking Thanos's attention was either unavoidable or necessary. And, in that peace, it was painfully boring. Perhaps, just maybe, that had led him to a seemingly unexpected ally. Where he had lost the desire to rule, finding the work tedious and dull, it still held a glimmer for her.
Once, he had wanted power. Now, he knew that didn't come simply from a throne, a title, or a whim. Now, he knew it wasn’t worth the cost.
"Your ambitions are what brought me to your door.... And, apparently, your aid." A smirk crossing his lips, he took hold of the hand that had brushed his skin, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it. Green eyes alight with a hint of mischief for the first time in far too long, he gave where her wounds had been a quick glance over before deeming the healing satisfactory.
Turning his free hand, the Tesseract appeared in it, and with it he created a portal that would take them to his chambers - securely locked from any trespassers, of course - in Asgard. "After you, my lady," he offered with a mock bow and a curious raise of an eyebrow.
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