@loki_laufeyson: "Your previous position, Loki," Amora's alluring voice came from nowhere, as she did herself in a swirl of pink mystic smoke. Her statuesque and unequaled physique had been clad in her traditional green garments, and her locks of golden-blonde hair fell in glamorous waves past her shoulders. "And, really, there's no need for the mind games," she said with a gentle smirk that did not invite pleasantry.
Amora had spent much of her childhood growing up alongside Loki, as well as his adopted brother Thor. Her failure to capture Thor's affections and Loki's jealously toward his step-brother had made them companions in numerous plots to cause trouble for not only Thor, but whatever victim pleased them. Their shared affinity for magic and mischievous had made them partners in crime, but their individual selfishness and ego had caused too many quarrels between them to allow friendship.
Dismissing the guards with a wave of her hand, Enchantress allowed the two wicked gods to speak in private.
"What have you come for, Loki? You've remained absent in the face of your father's death, so I can only presume your return is motivated by ulterior purposes?" she asked with her innate charm, knowing that whatever the God of Mischief responded with would be a carefully constructed web of lies.