Hi guys! I am so sorry that this chapter took so long to update. I had exams and this chapter was giving me a lot of trouble since I am so much more used to writing this certain character in a more happy go lucky way (most likely you will know who it is by the chapter title). The OC was not also co - operating as he was also pissed of at this character for . . . obvious reasons in the previous chapter.

I feel like I've left you guys in the dark long enough, so here's what there is of this chapter so far (I am so ashamed of how small it is compared to previous chapters). I will try to continue writing the rest of the chapter but the OC has drained all my energy for tonight.

OC: And I am sorry, but you try dealing with this guy and not tear your hair out!
LiulfrLokison: But he's so . . . him! I'm having even more trouble trying to channel you!
OC: Just, finish this note please. I need a nap.
Liulfr: Fine, fine. (Quick mention, thanks
universalshippingdock for following this story! And to SlytherinORGriffondor for favoriting too!)

OC: LiulfrLokison does not own any character in this story that you recognize. And she does not own me because I am awesome and glorious. She is just my channel to you mortals.

So, here's the chapter so far!

Chapter 8: What Is A King Without Any Subjects? (Part 1)

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The room beyond been entirely pitch black when Thor entered, but the moment the door slammed shut behind him, the sound roaring in his ears like the pounding of a war drum, light flooded the room.

Blinking in the sudden brightness, he found himself staring at a mirror that would not be amiss in the halls of Asgard, almost a complete replica of the golden framed glass that adorned the wall of his chambers. It stood there innocently in the light, almost beckoning him forward like a siren's call to a sailor's ears.

However, there was something odd about the familiar sight, his battle honed instincts tingled in warning in the back of his mind, this was no mere ornamental mirror.

As Thor crossed the room, grasping Mjolnir tightly in his hand, he was sure that he could see shadowy creatures with bright stars for eyes, moving just out of his line of vision. By the time he had reached the mirror, those creatures weren't just merely watching him, he could hear their low whispers, soft laughter and hushed mocking tones.

The voices grew louder and louder, the shadows began to move closer and closer, swallowing in the light as they converged on him.

Taking a step back, Thor was surprised to feel cool glass beneath his hand. It seemed his body had moved back towards the mirror without his knowledge, but the shadowed creatures were almost upon him, groaning and whining, taunting and hissing, shrieking in lament.

As they emerged into the light, Thor almost recoiled in horror at the sight before him, his stomach churning and his heart pounding in absolute terror.

The shadowed creatures were not in fact beasts, but Asgardian's, their golden armour tainted black and black ooze dripping from their pores. Their eyes were sunken hollows, starlight shining with an eerie glow that made his very bones shake.

Dread gripped his body like the icy hands of death, leaving him frozen and unable to utter a sound as the subjects of Asgard limped forward, wide smiles stretching the pale dead skin on their face, exposing their rotting teeth, gnarled hands reaching out and grasping at air.

The moment a hand grabbed a fistful of his royal red cape, Thor found his voice. Bellowing in alarm, he sprung back, only to fall through the mirror and into darkness, his cape ripped from his shoulders and held up triumphantly like a spoil of war. The last time his cape had been taken was when his father banished him, and that was not a memory he was fond of.

Mjolnir was in his hand in an instance, lightning curling around his mighty weapon, fizzling and sparking in response to his rage.

Anger clouded his judgement, stormy blue eyes focused on the red cloth held aloft by grey flesh, fluttering in an invisible breeze.

Raising Mjolnir high above his head, Thor let out a bellow as he struck at the mirror, ears waiting for the sound of smashing glass.

And yet, it never came.

For a hand cold like death grasped at his face, grey flesh covering his eyes and forcing him away from the mirror. He stumbled and fell to the ground, Mjolnir tumbling from his hand, the mighty weapon forged from a dying star wailed in both protest and sorrow at the action.

The lightning that he had summoned crackled and spat, lighting up the darkened room and tearing at the walls. He saw brief flashes of the room, and soon wished he had not looked in the first place.

He saw the golden halls of Asgard, charred corpses littered the ground and everything reeked of burnt flesh. Pillars lay in pieces across the once shining halls. Chunks were carelessly tossed aside like a child's toy, crushing those who had not been roasted alive, blood seeping from under the rubble and creating a river of red.

And yet the grey skinned man made no move, towering over him with a glower on his face, and a snarl on his lips.

"What is this? What manner of sorcery have you cast?" Thor barely heard himself speak, his horror feeding the lightning that struck the ground so forcefully that it blasted a crater into the golden marble.

Instead of answering, the golden eyed man only seemed to grow more agitated, his jagged teeth grinding against each other like nails on a chalkboard, echoing in the vast hall.

"What, have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

The man's voice rose in volume, Thor clapped his hands over his ears but still heard the man's shrieking, he could only compare it to the cries of harpies.

Mjolnir made a pitiful sound before all the lightning died down, once again causing the room to fall into darkness yet again. Except this time Thor now knew what the darkness had to hide.

The only source of light was the man's golden irises, narrowed with rage and glowing like the embers of a great bonfire.

The God of Thunder and Storms knew he had done something wrong.

Very.

Very.

Wrong.

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A/N: Yeah . . . . so this is what I have so far and I will be working on the rest of it, but it looks like it's going to be a long one as I have two assignments I'm working on at the moment. So I hope I haven't strung you guys up too much for the completed chapter, so criticism is gratefully accepted!

LiulfrLokison out! :3