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"I can explain"
"Well, get on with it" the woman said simply, the younger of the three standing by her side, still not being able to say anything and just staring in disbelief at the woman she thought she knew enough to say she trusted her
"Don't rush me, Natalia" she scoffed, then closed her eyes and shook her head, "sorry, you're allowed to be mad i just-" it had been a long day, not more could be said, "just, sorry" she sighed, rubbing her forehead, to which Natasha only responded with a suspicious stare
"Can we do this somewhere more private?"
Natasha was about to keep demanding, not one to bend to other's desires when interrogating them, it was what she was taught. But Cora's voice. That voice that just always seemed to almost overflow with character and life... more often than not, happy and playful life, but even when angry or sad, it was never monotonous, never dull nor flat. Yet, right now, the woman's voice sounded so non Cora-like, it was impossible for the redhead, as hurt, betrayed and confused as she felt, not to nod and start walking
"Thanks" the queen mouthed, with an almost invisible thankfuls smile
The three of them silently thanked the palace's room's distribution, as in less than five minutes they had managed to find themselves in the still unspeaking girl's chambers
"Now, we're here, so, go on" the shield agent demanded as soon as Cora shut the door hesitantly
"My name is Coralina Francis Freysdottir" she started, sitting at the end of the enormous bed in the middle of the room, her eyes roaming around it, noticing that the sheets drastically stood out from the usual asgardian bedding, that forced a small smile to appear on her lips and her eyes to shamefully fall on the younger girl
"Hope i didn't freak you out too much with the sheets and royal asses comment" she tried tentatively, the witch just looked away
"Wanda, i'm sorry i kept it from you" she insisted, the russian spy crossed her arms, choosing to wait for the right moment to cut in and set them back on track
"Your daughter- sorry Princess Fridda forgot to put up a wall on Peter's mind, just so you know" sighed Wanda, torn between anger and awkwardness and sadness, and just how the hell was she supposed to be feeling? Did she even have a right to feel anything at all? Cora owed her, all of them, nothing, but why can't she just force her brain to stop knotting up her throat each time she looks at the queen, a woman who had taken the role of a mother since she arrived in her life?
At the revelation, colour drained from the grey-eyed woman's face and dread filled her thoughts and she just slouched on the bed, her eyes focusing on nothing as they stared at the gold rug that adorned the floors
Wanda ignored it, Natasha watched her
What was she thinking? Was she about to cry? Wait, was that the beginning of a smile on her face? Natasha frowned almost audibly, she couldn't figure her out, she couldn't read her
A minute went by, Wanda would say it was actually fifty-three seconds, but we'll just round up and say it was a very long and confusing minute
A minute in which Cora gave away nothing, her next move was unpredictable, would she just walk out? Maybe yell at them? Oh, maybe she was going to enchant them... or maybe that's why she was so still, she might have been enchanting them during that whole minute
One, two, three...
Nothing
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MAGIC AND CROWNS ; loki
Fanfiction' ' i love how you hand me your lies in silver platter and golden cutlery ' ' Cora Francis, a woman who has lived through many centuries, a powerful sorceress, a necromancer, and many other titles. After spending a millenia...
