A dark cloud drifted overhead across the black night. The rage of Asgard's moon and surrounding planets faded as a darkened shield hid them away. A spine-tingling breeze drifted from the skies, echoing through the trees, their autumn leaves spiralling down from their branches and gracefully lying across the forest floor.

As pale as death, as cold as stone, as fragile as diamond, Jane's bare foot cautiously stepped out, scratching against the leaves. Pointed edges sank into her pale, cold, delicate feet. Her eyes lowered in confusion. She brushed her hands down her side, feeling her silken nightie brush against her skin.

She felt her eyes close and exhaled a shaken breath. To her surprise, she felt a sharp finger pierce into her back. She instantly turned round, frantically breathing only to reveal a low branch bobbing in the wind.

Jane's eyes followed along the branch to discover a broken tree. Its tall darkened trunk was torn in half and slanted. She fell to her knees when noticing a bench beneath it, tattered and dirty.

What happened? She looked up at the tree in confusion and despair. What is this? Jane shuddered. She didn't understand how she got here, or what was happening.

Her fingers rustled beneath the leaves. Feeling her surroundings, she stood up. Her tender feet walked underneath the tree as her eyes followed up the trunk. She briefly reached out and touched the bark, her head tilting to the left. Her fingers brushed along the trunk, prickling her fingertips on the rough and tattered wood. She quickly pulled her hand back, putting her throbbing finger in her mouth.

A chill shivered down her spine as she hugged her body. Bumps began to form along her bare arms. She curled in her toes, but her legs then began to chatter from the deadly breeze.

Jane turned around, glancing up at the sky. Nothing. No stars, moon, planets or clouds in sight. Just black, silent, lifeless darkness.

Her body turned back to face the tree. Her other hand gently placed itself onto the damp wood. It's strong, tall body loomed over her. This tree was Jane's only reminder of home.

"Something's wrong..." Her hand led its way around the tree, her intense gaze trying to piece things together.

She suddenly came across a thin, claw-like shape. It grabbed her face, making her jump abruptly and trip backwards on the roots of the tree. She slammed down on the floor and hit her head on the hard ground. Her eyes closed tightly and her hand reached over towards the back of her head. She let out a tiresome sigh and sat upright.

Her head looked up. Her eyebrows lifted and her eyes rolled as she realised that it was just an ordinary branch swaying back and forth.

"Way to scare yourself, Jane," she muttered to herself. She forced herself up and patted herself down. Her pure white, silken nightie was now covered in grit. "Great! Now look what you've done." Her face turned into a frown, fed up with how clumsy she was being.

"What is happening here?" she shouted. Frustrated and annoyed, Jane continued her circuit around the tree, her damp nightie clinging against her cold skin. More and more goosebumps started to form on her body. She crossed her arms, clutching her sides and headed back away from the tree.

"Jane?" A distant voice echoed ahead.

A tall, slim figure emerged from the shadows and approached her.

"Thor?" She gave a sigh of relief and started walking towards him. "How did you know I was here?" No reply came. The figure was getting bigger and its pace was starting to quicken as it was drawing closer and closer to Jane. She cautiously stopped walking.

The figure's shape became taller and thinner. Her breathing thickened as relief turned to terror. As the darkened figure drew closer, Jane realised that the figure wasn't Thor, but someone else — someone familiar.

A faint glow started to emerge from above — a sign of the morning sky bursting through the darkness, spotlighting the figure ahead of her. She gasped and started walking backwards, trying to keep her balance.

A tall, slim man with dark hair slicked back like a snake was walking toward her, his angered green eyes piercing through her skin.

Jane couldn't retreat any further. Her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground. She couldn't move. As the figure came closer, Jane could recognise his dark green cape draping along his back. Green and gold highlights printed on his fitted black outfit shimmered from the emerging sunlight.

Jane couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mind began to panic. "What are you doing here?" She managed to break free and continue to walk backwards, not noticing that there was a sudden end.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." His figure started to loom over her. A huge smile materialised across his face. "It has been a long time, Jane. I heard you're getting married. Shame." His head looked up and down at Jane, who was fixed to the spot, holding her breath and forcing her eyes shut. "Becoming Queen...now that would be something, but it is such a disappointment that you are unable to see it happen!" He ferociously lifted her chin up, Jane's eyes opened in confusion.

"Have I not made myself clear? Let me show you what I mean!"

Without warning, Loki grabbed her throat and burst forward until Jane's back was pinned against the tree. His grasp tightened, the intense grip pressing on her windpipe. She tried to gasp for air, but could only inhale the metallic taste of death and despair.

Her eyesight started to vanish and blur. She could hardly see the horrid look upon his face as he continued tightening his grip around her throat. Jane felt her existence slowly fade away. She tried to hook onto Loki's hand to loosen his grasp, but her strength failed her. She no longer had any fight in her as she could no longer take a breath to do so.

Her once defiant arms suddenly turned to leaves and dropped to her side. There was no way she could escape from him.

Loki's face tensed, eager for blood. His second hand joined in, pushing harder at her throat. Jane reached out her hand and pushed Loki's face, trying to break his focus, but his teeth pierced through her fingers. She retorted back. Her legs weaker, her arms drooping, her head falling and her eyes closing. A few moments past and no breath was left in her lungs. She froze, opened her eyes and glared at her enemy, then loosened her body and fell.

In front of him, no life, soul or sound emerged from her frail body. He felt satisfied, and couldn't help feeling a smile creep across his face. His hands disconnected from her neck. Her body, as limp as a deboned fish, flopped to the ground. He looked down at her, his eyes settling on her vacant expression. She looked peaceful.

He crouched down and brushed through her hair with his fingertips, then swept one side behind her ear. His fingers followed down the jawline of her face and gently touched her lips with his thumb. Intensely, he looked at her, waiting. Annoyance swept across his face as he felt warmth on his thumb. He rolled his eyes and moved in closer, staring intensely. His thumb started to sweat as more warm air hit it. He knew it wasn't enough to end her. It never was. He felt his thumb being pushed back by her lips, and her eyes started to open.

Jane felt a surge of energy flow through her. Her cold heart began to beat regularly as her eyes provided light. Only a breath length away, kneeling straight ahead of her was Loki, his eyes fixed on hers. She felt something unfamiliar and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock and discomfort and she flinched and pushed his hand away from her lips. She folded in her legs and oriented herself. Once she remembered what was happening before she lost consciousness, she pushed him back in fear.

He lost his balance and thudded to the ground.

She saw her chance and leapt up to run. Her heart pounding inside her chest and her breathing erratic, she took the first step to freedom but felt herself sink.

Everything started to slow down — her heartbeat, breathing, thoughts and sight. She fell, weightless, down the edge of the cliff. She didn't expect the descent to feel so slow. Her head hit the ground first.

Something gripped onto her ankles, making her bury her nails into the soil as she felt her body being dragged backward. Something grabbed hold of her, a cold sensation crawling up her leg and forcing her to turn around on her back.

Holding her wrists and pinning her to the ground, Loki knelt on top of her and looked her up and down. He curled her hair and pulled it to the front, his hands and eyes lowering to a more fragile area.

She followed his gaze and realised what was happening. Quickly she raised her knee up to his groin. He dramatically clutched his crotch and fell to the side whining and groaning. Jane crawled to the tree and pulled herself up.

Panting and out of breath, she turned back to limp her way home, but Loki jumped in her way. His eyes widened as his force became stronger, smacking her head back against the tree.

She screamed in pain and started to feel his lips uncomfortably settling along her neck. She tried to push forward, but got knocked back, her body stuck against the tree.

He lifted her arms up and kissed every last piece of innocence inside her.

She attempted the same trick with her knee, but he instantly grabbed her legs and pulled one up to his side, causing her silken dress to lift further up.

His hand that was holding her leg started smoothing up her side and slowly move up while the other hand was holding her back.

Jane tried to move away from his grip, but he fixed her in place. He pushed her head back, aggressively kissed her lips, then started getting lower.

She struggled and shifted but it wasn't enough to distract him. His hand reached her shoulder and gently pushed her sleeve down and pressed his cold lips against her skin. Her eyes tightened shut and her mouth clenched, trying not to scream.

She let out a slight whimper hoping that there would be an end. Her nightie started to fall off her shoulders. His lips moved lower and her whimpering turned into small tears forming in her eyes. She finally plucked up the courage and clenched her fist to jab her knuckles in his ribs. A sudden gasp fell on her ears as she pushed him away.

She attempted to run, but ended up falling to the floor feeling a sudden pain. While on all fours, she pressed her hand on her stomach to reveal it drenched in blood. A hole had been torn through her flesh, draining every ounce of purity. She faintly looked over to Loki who was starting to crawl over to her, dragging himself along while whining in pain. Jane started to edge backwards, but lost her strength. Her head dropped to the floor, her whole body now covered in blood and a trail of red below her.

She rolled onto her back and relaxed her body. Her head was lifted up by gentle arms. Jane's eyes vaguely picked out blonde greased hair, a friendly smile, loving eyes and strong warm arms to rest on.

He held her close to his chest and cradled her in his arms. She gazed up at him and reached out to touch his face. Her body was so limp that life was starting to drain from her. Thor held her hand before it fell and held it up against his face.

She could feel love and compassion surging through her until she lurched forward and screamed in pain. Her hand fell leaving a stain on his face. Jane felt Thor bring her close for a kiss before her muscles relaxed.

An outburst of panic and shock coursed through Jane as she lurched forward. She wiped the sweat from her brow and sat up, panting. She felt warmth coming from the soft duvet wrapped around her. She looked at her surroundings; everything was engulfed by darkness until she found Thor resting next to her, his head against the floor peacefully breathing in and out.

She put her hands down onto the cold floor and pulled herself up. She swayed and lost her footing. Jane put her arms out behind her and sat on the empty bed, her head spinning and out of focus.

After a few minutes of composing herself, she slowly stood up and walked towards the door, picking up her matching dressing gown and draping it around herself. She turned round and sympathetically looked down at her fiancé.

Quickly she walked over to him, put her hand on the side of his face and kissed him on the cheek. He groaned and turned over. She walked back towards the door, silently opened it and crept outside.

The cold breeze swept through her hair, a tingling feeling crawling up her body. She stood outside the entrance of the palace, wrapping herself warm. Her bare feet were numb from the cold floor. She stepped down and started heading outside the village. Her body led her along thick blades of grass.

Her stomach felt heavy as she leaned on the entrance to the flowered tunnel. She gripped onto the curved branches to hold herself up, shivering. Resting her back against the tunnel, Jane breathed heavily. Her eyes wandered. In the dark nothing seemed to be alive.

Everything was cold and lifeless. The flowers around her were looking down in shame, and the leaves along the branches swayed in silence. Only the muttering of the wind stirred Jane as she ferociously looked around in fear. Her head abruptly looked from side to side, listening out for a sign of danger.

Like a cat, she steadily padded through the dead tunnel, ears pricked and eyes sharp, her posture alert, prepared to protect herself.

Once through the dense tunnel, Jane led herself towards her tree. Longingly she looked up at it.

"It's just a dream, nothing more." Jane put her hand to her forehead and cooled herself down. Slowly she lowered herself to the floor and sat down on the autumn leaves. Steadily breathing, she fell back onto the floor. Stars, moons and galaxies glowed in the dull night. Jane felt at peace. She gazed up at the sky and knew that she preferred life in Asgard. She was where she belonged.