The Bad Witch

xXx

She was working in her apartment today. She'd locked herself in, informing the residence of Avengers Tower that whoever disturbed her would get nothing of what she was making. That, of course, won her the privacy she needed to work. She'd even turned Jarvi off, effectively banishing him from her workspace as well.

"You've got them wrapped around your finger, my dear." a deep almost sinister voice sounded to accompany the sounds of her work. Her magic crackled in the air, colliding with the magic of the intruder's aura.

"Did you figure that out on you own?" she replied, muttering under her breath. She dipped a wooden spoon into the saucepan on the back left burner and stirred it counter clockwise twice.

"A bit snappy today. Is the mistress of seduction not finding her task quite so simple?"

"Don't give me any of that silver tongue, Loki. I'm doing you a favor here." she replied.

"Are you not enjoying yourself, Darcy?" she didn't need to look at him to know he was having a laugh at her expense.

"I've been stuck with these...heroes for almost two years now and don't even get me started on that mortal woman." she sneered.

Loki chuckled as she checked the temperature in another pot. "Poor little Darcy."

"Stop calling me that." she snapped, turning for the stove and stalking over to the island bar. His eyes gleamed with mischief. "Mortals are disgusting!" she continued. "At what point did humans decide Darcy was an appropriate name for anyone?"

"My apologies, Amora." He drew her name out, his deep voice rumbling.

"And none of that either." she snapped again, pointing a ladle at him as she yanked it from the drawer. "You'll be lucky if I ever do anything for you again. Years, I've spent with these inferior vermin, listening to their petty squabbles, watching their emotions get the better of them. Comforting them." She blanched.

"Your masquerading as a brood witch my dear, it was inescapable." Loki told her. Amora rolled her eyes.

"And who's fault is that?" she exclaimed turning back to the stove. She removed a few pans from the stove top, letting them rest on the counter before turning back to the island to work at the cutting board. "You just had to chose a brood witch. Couldn't get me a potioneer? I would have even settled for a fortune teller."

"Now, now dear, be grateful. Miss Lewis is literally rotting away in an empty dimension so that you can cause subterfuge on my behalf. She had such a bright future, but she gave it all up just for us." he grinned.

"You're demented." she accused, chopping up ingredients.

Loki chuckled. "You've always known that." he told her. "I've spent years planning my victory over Thor, first with Asgard and now Midgard. Earth's so called, mightiest heroes are not going to get in my way."

"Yes, well, as soon as these baked goods are finished, you'll never have to worry about them again." Amora told him.

"That's what I like to hear."