"She put up such a fight Jane. You should have seen it. They had a hard time keeping her still. She just kept kicking and punching. It was adorable." Loki said, trying to lift Janes spirit up a little. Jane just gave a weak, half hearted smile and looked to the floor.

"Can you describe them to me Loki? As best as you can." asked Heimdell. Loki, Thor, Jane, and Heimdell all stood in Odins Throne room. Loki had discribed what had happened as clearly as he could. Once the aliens had gained up on Loki, he was only able to take a few more down before they had grabbed Darcy and shoved him in the closet, telling him what they wanted before he would get her back.

They were very tall. Maybe seven feet. Gold skin, and a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. They were very boney as well. Like they hadn't eaten in several weeks. I could see every outline of their bones."

"Anything else? How did they speak?" asked Heimdell.

Loki thought for a second, trying to figure it out. "Only one spoke, but it's voice was slithery and light. But the scream was the worse of it. I never heard anything so heart wrenching. So terrifying."

There was a short silents before Heimdell spoke again. "What language did they use?"

"English."

"Strange. I may know what we are dealing with, and why they want what we have. Let's just pray that I am wrong."

"What then?" asked Thor.

"Yeah. Who are they, and how are we getting Darcy back?" asked Jane.

"Fallow me." Heimdell comanded, and he walked out of the Throne room and into the hallway. He led them to the castles library and they fallowed him to the very back of the room. Heimdell picked out a book and flipped through the pages, finding a picture.

"Is this what you saw?" he asked Loki.

Loki examined it, and knew at once. "Yes."

"I was afraid of that."

"Who are they?" asked Loki and Jane at once.

"Quod Tenuis Auros."

"The what?" asked Jane.

"Quod Tenuis Auros. Means The Thin Gold." repeated Heimdell. "Sounds funny when you say it in english I know. They never gave a name for themselves so Odin gave them one. They are a very terrifying race. Even for me."

"Why?" asked Loki with chuckle.

Heimdell let out a long breath from his nose and thought about how to justify the Quod Tenuis Auros. His eyes became unfocused as he stared off.

"Imagen them coming

all in a row.

Slithering fast.

You have no where to go.

They come with out fear

they come without reason.

They just burn us alight

through out every season.

They have no goals, no mercy, no plot.

All they wish is to see it all rot.

The shrieks and the cries,

It brings them no pleasure.

Still they go on,

Massacring a great measure.

No matter where you hide

you will be found.

No one will survive

when the Quod Tenuis Auros are around.

"Are they really that bad?" asked Jane.

"Worse."

"I must get her back." stated Loki. "I can't let anything happen to her."

"Loki. Is this love I see?" asked Heimdell.

"Yes." stated Loki, lifting his chin up.

"I'm glad."

"Oh, don't worry. I still like a good trick or two." Loki said with a smirk.

"I am sure you do. For now however, let's focus on getting Darcy back."

"They said they wanted Odins staff. Do you know why?" asked Loki.

"I do not. For centuries these beings have not had reason behind anything. I would not know why they would start now."

"It must be something awful." stated Thor.

Loki rolled his eyes. "No shit. I must have Odins staff Heimdell. I swear I will give it back."

"If they get a hold of-"

"I know. Like I said, I will get it back." said Loki, cutting Heimdell off.

"I can not risk the nine realms for one human. Find another way."

"You coward." Loki hissed.

"What other way could there be?" asked Jane.

"My way." stated Loki. "I didn't want to admit it because it would be way more pleasing to see your faces on the battle field when I pull out the secret weapon, but it looks like I have no choice in the matter. Here's my plan."

Darcy felt cold. Her whole body was covered in goosbumps. She woke sitting in a dark cell, her arms bound and chained to the wall above her head. Her feet were bound as well. Darcy had no idea where she was, and this frightened her considerably. There was a ruffling out side of the cell door, but she could not see anything.

"Hey! Get me out of here! Just wait till Loki comes! He'll bring Thor with him too, and they'll kick your sorry asses, from here to china town!" The rustling stopped and there was silents again for a long while.

Darcy examined her suroundings, however, no light was seeping through so it was rather hard to make anything out. She closed her eyes and focused on her other sences. It was cold. It smelt like mildew. The cement floor rubbed ruff into her skin like sand paper whenever she wiggled. The texture of the wall behind her felt soft, like a regular wall. She had no clue where to start.

Then the door of the cell creaked open and something slithered inside. Darcy cringed and opened her eyes as wide as she could, trying to make out what was hiding in the darkness. She could hear it coming closer.

"Who's there?" She was terribly frightened. No one answered, but the slithering kept comming closer. Darcy kicked her legs out, where she though it was, but did not feel an impact on her. She missed. Then it's boney clamy fingers wrapped around her ankles. Darcy screamed and thrashed in his grip trying to get away, but it held her tightly. The thing stood and dragged her along the floor, scratching up her back from the cement floor. She was glad she was able to get pants and a bra on at least before they stole her.

The door to the cell opened and she was dragged out into the hallway. It was brightly lit, and Darcy couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to see anything. She did notice however, that the flooring became smooth, which felt much better beneath her.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked in a panic. The thing would not answer. "Who are you, and tell me what you want with me?!" she demanded.

They came into a room, where she was lifted onto an aporating table. The next thing Darcy knew, the creature, had a needle in one hand and thread in the other. He began placing the thread in the needle.

"Ok! I'll be quiet. I promise! Please don't!" she pleaded. The creature got done tieing the needle and thread and looked down at her. He brought the needle down, lightly caressing her lips with it. Darcy kept her mouth shut, not daring to say anything. This creature was so terrifying. The slime on his golden skin shimmered agaisn't the light. His dark pupils were tiny as pebble giving him a crazed look in his eyes. His bones stuck from every which way. Where once his nose lay, now only stood a whole and a horrid scar running from his right eye, down to his chin.

"What are you going to do?" she asks once more.

"I'm going to test the will of a human being. Or perhaps just see what your insides look like."