So I've decided that I'm going to try to finish this story as soon as possible, and then move onto writing Runaway afterwards. It's too hard for me to try and write two stories at the same time. This story is past halfway through. So, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I only own my OC

"What do you want?" He said, standing up warily. His eyes betrayed anger and confusion. Well, here goes nothing.

"I need your help."

There was a silence for a few seconds, and then he burst out into a loud fit of laughter. The laugh was cruel and harsh, not at all the joyful laugh he used to have.

"It's about Loki."

That shut him up. He glared at me with all he had, and I heard thunder rumbling in the distance. "You do not get to talk to me about my brother." He spat.

"He's not your brother." I couldn't help but mutter. Rage sparked in his eyes and he clenched his hands into fists. Easy there. Try not to piss him off.

"What makes you think I would help you with anything, Nyx? After all that you have done? I would kill you myself before I aided you in anything." Lightning sparked overhead.

I sighed, forcing myself to stay calm. "If it wasn't important, do you really think I would be here? You know that I hate you more than anything in this universe, and I know that you return it. Thor, if you don't help me, Loki will die."

"Why should I believe that." He looked unconvinced, and even more angry.

"Would I lie about something like this? You know how much I care about him." I took a step further into the room, my hands up to show I meant no harm. Sometimes you have to treat Thor like a wild dog. Don't make any sudden movements. "Just hear me out."

He nodded reluctantly and stepped backwards, sitting down on the bed. I noticed that Mjolnir was only a few feet away from him. His eyes showed that he did not trust me, but he would listen. I sighed and started my story, from the beginning, standing in the middle of my enemy's room and avoiding eye contact.

When I was finally done updating Thor on everything from meeting Hela to what she told me a week ago, I coughed and massaged my throat. I could really go for a glass of water right now. While I was talking Thor remained mostly expressionless, but reached reflexively for Mjolnir when I mentioned Thanos. Now he just stared at me, his face carefully blank.

He must have learned that from Loki. The Thor I knew always wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Finally, he spoke. "So Hela is trying to kill Thanos, and wants to use Loki as some sort of bait?"

I nodded. "Thanos will torture or kill Loki before Hela gets the chance to kill him. She wants to sacrifice him to accomplish her own goals."

He was only half listening to me, pacing around the room like a really big and blonde lion. "And she wants you to call her and her armies into this world so that she can rule it."

I nodded. "She'll kill me if I don't help her. That was the deal."

"I don't care about you, I care about Loki." He stopped in front of me, face as dark as the thundering skies. New York was having an impromptu storm tonight.

"So do I. If I don't help Hela, she will kill me and then hunt down Loki herself, and then give him to Thanos anyway. She only wants me because I have the power to help her conquer Midgard, and I am close to Loki so I can get him to help her without much trouble. She expects me to betray him."

"Why don't you?"

"Because he is the only friend I have ever had, and oaths bind us. I would let Hela kill me if I thought that she would not find Loki anyway."

He studied my face for a long time, and I stared back. Finally, he groaned. "I believe you. Against my better judgement, I believe that what you say is true. You care about my brother as much as I do, and I will put aside our differences to save him. What I do not understand is what you want me to do."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Well done, Nyx. "I need you to tell the Avengers what I told you. Convince them to help us. Also, do not breathe a word of this to Loki. We both know that he would go to Hela himself and let her hand him over, as much as you hate to admit it." He hesitated, then nodded. "Once they all understand, I will tell all of you what we need to do. None of us can tell Loki. He's not dumb, he'll know something is going on. Especially if he sees me with you and the Avengers. He knows I hate all of you."

Thor nodded and moved to leave the room. "I will do my best to convince my friends of what you have told me. I will not breathe a word to Loki, and I will make sure none do." He turned as he reached the doorway and looked back at me. "If I found out you have lied to me about any of this, I will kill you. Hela will be the last of your worries."

I nod and watch him leave the room to find the Avengers. I stand there in his room for a while, paralysed, before I teleport back to my room and collapse on the bed. Thor will help me. We can save Loki. This will work.

I fall into a fitful sleep full of nightmares. Faces flash before my eyes. Hela, laughing. Thanos, with his armies of Chitauri. Loki, broken and beaten. Thor, screaming. I see blood and darkness and chaos and death, not caused by me but by something much worse. I see suffering. I see the Void, and Helheim and Asgard. I see the Armies of the Dead. Lastly, I see Tyr. His last words to me "You are still my daughter, no matter your heritage." As if from a distance, I see myself fight him until he is bloody and broken. I see my true form. The Demon. I watch, unable to cry out or stop myself, as I kill Tyr with my mind alone and leave Asgard for good. I really am a monster.

I wake up in the dark, my fist in my mouth to smother my scream, and tears falling freely from my eyes.

So this is kind of the start of the main part of the story. I know this story is quite long already, and it took a while to get to the good part, but whatever. Updates should be pretty frequent from now on as I want this story finished.

Please review, let me know what you think.