Okay, I know I haven't updated for a long, long time... and that my last update was a freak'n joke, but I have been occupied with my life, and I believe I am entitled to it. So, rather than beating this dead horse further with my idiotic excuses, here is chapter... four? five? Whatever, next chapter. And by the way, this is when it gets REALLY messed up, and I don't know how many of you are doing to stick with me from this point on.

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Dystopia: By ThePenofMischief
Chapter Five: What Becomes a Nightmare?

For hours, Jane had sat rigid on 'her' bed, having not moved a muscle since she had woken up. This was surreal, just so surreal. She didn't know what to make of it. She honestly thought this situation couldn't have been more unbelievable. Besides the fact that Thor's sociopathic brother had taken her, or the fact that she was somewhere she had no clue to begin even came to existing… but the most troubling part of all…

Jane'd squinted at the appearance of light, someone having opened some sort of door. She had been laying comfortably for a time, barely regaining her sorts but choosing not to make anything of it for the present time. Granted, she was in a far less distorted state then she had been before, but it was more of the desire to refuse to put the pieces together. Because as she slowly started to function again had put her back in her sorts, she had the feeling that continuous sleep would have been in her set interests.

And how right she was…

"So... Thor's little woman awakes at last."

Jane jumped. First, from realizing that she was no longer alone, and second, the mere recognition that came with that horrible voice, and the knowledge of knowing damn well who it belonged to. As she struggled to confirm this, by snapping her head around, she was instantly met with the physical strain that came with it. Her head spun, and her vision blurred in and out of focus, and although she knew exactly who it was in her presence, she was unable to physically recognize him.

"Easy now... don't want to fall back asleep so soon after waking up now, hmmm?"

Even in her state of panic, Jane listened to him knowing he was right. Fighting the urge to spill the contents of her guts and pass out, she didn't even feel the bed shift as the horrible man (who smirked at her, with that insidious twinkle in his minty-eyes) sat right down next to her. "There, there…" he cooed as he leaned towards her. She was so preoccupied by her own state of being, that she didn't even notice him reach for her shoulders, even as he held her steady, and almost soothingly as she fought to breathe and to regain her grip on her reality. He just simply rocked her back and forth, as a parent would to a child, running his hand through her hair…

It didn't take too long for her sorts to return however, and she stiffened,feeling that unwanted present so, so close to her. Realizing what he was doing, and how the proximity between the two if them was so close (in more ways then one) She snarled, she grabbed him by the wrists and trying to pry him off "Don't you dare touch-"

But somehow, in a split second, the tide changed, and it was his hands gripping hers and he forced her against the headboard, his nails digging into her skin to the point where they split it open, beads of blood issuing forth.

He leaned towards her, their noses touching, and he regarded her a moment (taking in a stifled breath) before hissing, "You should be grateful wench… You have no idea what you have been spared from but my decision to take you away from that oaf of my brother."

His fingers clenched tightly on her wrists, cutting off all circulation, the cuts left before bleeding quicker. Jane whimpered, as Loki leaned towards her ear and hissed, "Do you not know the impact of an Aesir's proposal? What it means to be accepted by them!" Jane's eyes widened at hearing those words. Proposal…? she thought.

"Oh no… Miss Foster. You couldn't even begin to comprehend. To be accepted into their lives… leaves you without a shred of humility. No glory, no light… nothing but an empty void! And for outsiders, the road is only more perilous… more tedious. You would have no been prepared…!" His cruel words caused spittle to fly against her cheek, as his teeth clenched, Jane tightening her lids in bot fear and confusion. Eventually, he calmed some, and slowly his lips slowly moved from a snarl, to a sneer, and abruptly transformed into the smirk that caused many to shiver and quake from fear upon the sight of it. "Furthermore," he continued, "you should be honored, by my decision to bring you here… such a marvelous opportunity awaits by choosing to accept these words of mine. After all," he began, leaning towards the nape of her neck, "it isn't every day I turn to a woman, let alone a mortal woman to help."

Jane whipped her head towards him, intercepting the contact and hissed, "Accept? If what you are telling me is true, you think I would accept anything from you? You! After all of what you have done!"

Loki stiffened, knowing where this was going, "Choose your words carefully, mortal. They may…"

"No!" Jane cut him off. "Know this, whatever reason you have for bringing me here, is wasted! You think all it takes is a daunting demeanor and a ruthless background to make me quiver and kneel? Listen now, Loki! I will never conform to whatever it is you think you need from me! And no one, I repeat no one, in whatever god for sake dimension we are in, will make me following your demands!"

Loki released her suddenly, and Jane wasted not a second. She ran for the doors of the bedroom, fighting with every part of her mind not to pass out again, and pushed her way through the boards, not even glancing back.

Loki just watched, amused with Jane's little outburst. He then chucked, eyes glinting like a predator about to strike. "No one, sweet Jane?"

Jane tore through the halls, completely terrified of Loki and his strange behavior. She had to run as fast as she could! He could catch up at any minute! She had to find a way out of whatever realm he had transported them too and fast! She only hoped that Thor's all, Heimdall was it? Would be sympathetic to her plight and transport her the second she got out into the open. He would have to, right?

But as she listened for the pitter-patter of footsteps that might come towards her any minute, she felt and heard none. That was daunting. Why bring her here and not pursue her? This was not nor—

But then she bumped into someone. Someone she did not expect.

No, she thought. No… there is no WAY he could catch up that fast!

Even so, Loki looked at her with an amused manner, almost as if he were… not expecting this. But how could that be? Wasn't he just pursing her? His companion seemed to have the same look about him, judging from his body language. Jane looked to the side, taking the time to look upon his associate…

and nearly screamed.

There were two of them! Two Loki's right in front of her, regarding her with some form of amusement. Was this one of his illusions? One of his tricks? She heard from Thor he could make doppelgängers as part of his illusionary spells, but this wasn't right! For one thing, they moved separate from one another, and there were other subtile differences. One of the duplicate's hair was shorter than the other, more messily kept while the other had a visible scar on his cheek that the other lacked. The one with the short hair, smiled and nudged his companion, "It's her… the mortal… he spoke of!"

"I can see that, you imbecile."

Jane backed away, unable to form any coherent words. But then bumped into someone else. It wasn't exactly someone else though, it was a regiment of four other duplicates. They looked as though he were on patrol, but had stopped in her interference. They regarded her with the same form of interest, digression and some form of emotion that Jane couldn't piece together from her panic.

She took off in a bolt, staring at one clone from the next, each one looking at her as if they didn't know her. She then saw the light at the end of the corridor, and made a break for it. She was almost free! Almost there! Almost—

She then paused in her tracks, eyes bulging at the crowds of endless duplicates of the same man, all of them looking at her with confusion which quickly formed into interest. No… this can't be! Her head shot out in all directs, her eyes darting out from one Loki to the next, as they crowded around her and stared at her, all with identical gleaming green eyes! They were everywhere! Each one slightly different, and reacting to her in different ways. This is not possible! her once coherent mind argued, How could there be so many!?

A familiar chuckle from her side emerged, and instantly, the crowding Loki's dispersed and bowed their heads as what she guessed was the real one stepped into view. His helmet formed from nothing pun his skull, and a staff, newly crafted and befitting the needs of both a kind and sorcerer extended from his hand and glowed an eerie purple. Immediately all the duplicates kneeled before him, showing him their respect.

"I believe I should have mentioned this when I first entered your quarters." he drawled, appreciating the panic and terror upon her face. "Here is a realm where no one can see you, no one can help you, and where Thor can never ever hope to reclaim you. Here, everyone, in this whole world is compliant with my wishes, and my wishes alone, because each and everyone of me owes me for his existence and life! And where are we, you might ask, my sweet?" The end of his staff clattered to the ground, and all green eyes looked upon the two of them as he spoke his greeting.

"Welcome to Lokigard… Jane Foster."

To be continued…

I know. It's really messed up. (Hey I warned you guys! Several times!) But look on the bright side you tenacious fangirls! Aside from my crappy update, I gave you guys another fantasy to drool over: Loki's for everyone! Yay!