This isn't how it should be (Sample post!)

[pintsizedbruiser]

Audhild knew something was wrong when she heard the sounds of loud fighting. She heard her mother raising her voice more and more to someone else. So the young girl came running to see what had happened.

That was what she remembered anyways. That and how heated the fight had gotten until Loki saw her. Then acted so pleased and had called her to him. Oh why had she gone to him? She should have run like mother said to!

Now she was in another place. The park was big and there was plenty of snow. It did not bother her due to her Asgardian constitution but still she shivered for other reasons. The magic was still thick in the air and she was distressed at being cast away from her mother.

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[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

For Vincent, a tornado might as well have just touched down. His head snapped in the direction of Central Park, standing up so suddenly that his chair fell over.

Throwing a veil over himself, he teleported to near the presence, moving in cautiously. By all appearances, it was.. a little girl.

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

She almost sniffs. The cold feeling in her gut grew. Mother should have been here very quickly. Where was she?

Had that really been Loki? Had he done something to Mother?

"Mother? Art thou there?" She thought it might be best to call out. To ask.

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent observed carefully, furrowing his brow as the girl called out. It was... odd. She seemed so sincere. Asgardians do not simply get lost though.

And yet... was she really an Asgardian?

He moved into the open with caution, shifting his clothes to something less threatening to her. "Young lady... art thou in need of aid?"

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

Not easily at any rate. Yet here she was. In Central Park in the middle of the day looking very puzzled.

She jumped just a little. Then spun and peered at him with slightly wide eyes.

She took in his appearance and nodded. "Aye! I art lost. I doth not know where mine Mother ist sir. I doth not know why she ist not here for me. Something is... wrong."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

"You do seem a bit out of place, if I may say so." He approaches and bows lightly, crossing an arm over his chest. "My name is Vincent." He extends his hand to her.

"You are from Asgard, yes?"

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

"Thou just did." What? She should point things out. It's helping which Mother said it was okay to do. So long as it wasn't to her.

She clasps his hand. "I Art Audhild. And aye, I am."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

"Well, Lady Audhild, it would be my honor to help you. You are in the city of New York, on Earth, or Midgard as you would know it. This is where the Avengers and the Fantastic Four dwell."

He tilts his head. "Who is your mother? Perhaps we might contact her for you."

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

"Midgar?" Her eyes go really wide. Then she starts looking around sharply. "Didst I get here by magics then? Mother wast... arguing. With someone."

She wasn't ready to say Mother had been fighting Loki. But she gives Vincent a nervous look and takes a step back.

"You wilt not help me once you have mine Mother's name. She ist not well loved by the Avengers."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

The hair on Vincent's neck rises. He's getting an uneasy feeling.

"You don't need to be afraid to tell me. My background is... complicated."

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

She picks at her shirt and glances down. She isn't quite used to feeling so-- so awkward about this. But she is used to being looked at with some degree of suspicion despite being a child. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree they say.

"Mother ist Amora the Enchantress."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent's left eye twitches.

"Oh... well..." He fumbles for words. "This is unexpected.

No wonder I sensed you so strongly.." He says out loud without thinking.

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

That's more like what she is expecting. But now he's acting kind of weird, even for an adult.

"Why? Doth thou know Mother? She hast not mentioned thee. Unless you art one of the ones she hast gone to see alone."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent pales. "No. Ewww. No. Absolutely not. Also, no."

He clears his throat. "Lady Audhilde, are you familiar with the notion of parallel universes?"

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

He doesn't like Mother? But Mother said everyone liked her! Except for Thor but Mother was working on that.

"No? I art not."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent nods. "There are many other Midgards, and other Asgards as well. Some of them are very different, some only a little. I come from one of those other Midgards." Technically another Battleworld, but no sense complicating things further.

"On my world.. my father is Victor von Doom, and my mother is Amora the Enchantress."

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

She listens intently. At least he talks to her like a proper adult rather than usng baby talk.

A surprised look appears on her face. "Then thou art my brother. By both our parents. Mother tells me mine Farther art Vincent von Doom. I hath ne'er met him before."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent wouldn't know how to talk to a child with baby talk. Not even when he was one.

His expression turns serious. He reaches out and puts a hand on each of her shoulders. "Listen to me very closely. Whatever happens, do not go to Latveria. It's his kingdom, and you do NOT want to be in his care."

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

"I doth not understand. Do parents not love thine children?" She gave Vincent a puzzled look. She obviously had never met her father. Doom was not an easy man at the best of times.

She did sigh though. "I wouldst not know how to get there even if I desired it. Mother doth not wish for me to meet him yet. I wilst not go against her---" She halts then blinks not knowing Vincent's name. "Amorason."

That works for now.

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

He nods. "It is complicated. He might not be one hundred percent evil for evil's sake, but I wouldn't trust him with a child. Certainly not with you." Vincent looks at her, clenching his jaw with uncertainty.

"Audhild, I... I would like to take you home with me, until we can figure out what's going on. Would that be alright?"

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

She watches him like a hawk. Children often do that and she is no exception.

"That doth sound fair. But first where ist thine home? Is it far?" She does feel a little tired.

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

He smiles. "Not very, and definitely not far the way I travel."

[pintsizebruiser.livejournal.com]

She brightens a great deal. "Thou art a mage then? Didst our Mother teach thee?"

Because they have the best Mommy ever. Audhild has a huge blind spot to Amora's flaws.

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

"My mother taught me a great deal." Vincent smiles proudly. "Hold still now." He murmurs a few words, and teleports them to the hallway outside his and Roxanne's apartment.