I feel anger.

Anger at SpikyKnight for taking down my perfect thread house and kicking me out like some kind of rag doll outside on the ground. It feels more humiliating than Bruce smashing me into the ground multiple times. I have no idea how Bruce managed to get into the tower without the entire tower shattering into pieces because of how destructive he can be.

"What are we doing now, King Loki?" Lokisgal asks as I pace back and forth thinking.

"He's thinking," DiscReason280 said. "That's what,and he's coming up with a genius plan."

I stop glaring over to the small group of bickering fangirls.

"Right," I said. "Do you happen to know better ideas to help me hit fame?"

The girls all share glances and then get into a pack sharing low soft whispers. I didn't hear most of it as they were in a group. They turn back towards me grining from ear to ear. I knew this look like the back of hand. Thor usually had the most, lets say, 'poorly' thought of ideas during our childhood. Thor always had that look when a idea came into his cobweb-ed filled brain.

"We'll collab for two books and we'll get out friends to get more friends who'll go all over the list of clubs and advertise YOUR story!" IlikeLoki said. "And you can be in the Action State or Improve Your Writing State while we do it!"'

I stare at the group thinking about the idea.

Then again I'll have to give them the mangifying glass to take them into MY create.

"I will take a visit to the Action state," I said. "And you, my army, plan this advertising in waves much better this time." I point my index finger down towards the ground. "I want the Ambassadors to be exhausted at all the closing they have to do."

"More?" DiscReason280 asks.

"Of?..." Lokisgal continues, tapping on her chest.

"Us?" IlikeLoki finishes.

"Yes," I said. "And I expect you out of here by the time darkness is coming. And if you're not then someone is going to be having a head ache for a long time." I take out my magnifying glass. "One of you will give this back, no cracks, no missing pieces, or anything for that matter!"

They nod.

"It is my trophy for being the millionth 'user'." I said. "And I cannot replace it." I hand it to DiscReason280. "I trust the guide will bring you to where I am at when you're done."

DiscReason280 nods quickly.

"To create!" DiscReason280 said.

My army disappears in a puff of curly dark smoke. I turn away then make my way through the realm of Wattpadheim discovering the signs pointing different ways to various States. Eventually all the walking came to a paid off time coming into the Action State. Not a thing moved. A rolling ball of twigs rolled on through the deserted State. I stare at the ghost town in horror seeing not a life stirred here and there in the abandoned thread houses.

My boots crunch in the worn out dirt being feeble and not capable of staying together.

"Not a mouse is scurrying around," I said. "It is as though everyone got up and left."

I take another step forward seeing the sign to the advertising thread house somewhat hanging on and dangling off the middle of the house. The windy gust blew past making the wooden plank clank against the dark brown western-era building. Dust had been unstirred getting in my way mostly because of the wind.

There has to be life in here!

The Fan Fiction state had been so lively.

Why not the Action State be the same?

I take another step forwards landing my boots into much dark brown loose dirt. A loud cracking sound came from below my boots, the ground breaks apart meticulously falling into square uneven sized pieces, and more dust is unsettled flying into the air. Now for being raised as an Asgardian—who should expect the unexpected—I did not expect this to happen.

I fell into a hole.

I landed on my back on the ground.

"Ow," I said, seeing the other pieces of rock headed my way.

I turn over missing a good chunk of rock.

Well not just one.

But many of them.

I get to the side seeing a lazy shade of gold in the air displayed by the sunlight. I cough into my elbow seeing what also remained of a underground city below the ghost town. I lower my arm then walk over the broken pieces of rock towards this city. The sound of shoes crunching in the dirt alerted me that I am not alone in this area. I scan around searching for forms of life. I make a flash light appear in my right hand then flip it and turn the bumpy sliding edge on.

I walk into the darkness towards the city with lights beaming out of the small holes.

Life!

I take a step forward. My boots barely touched the ground when some form of hard slippery metal sprang up all around me holding me in a tight speeding grasp. I feel around for what is holding me to discover it is a net. My backside feels a hard pointy and rugged surface pressing right against me in a uncomfortable way. The flashlight slips through the holes of the net right on to the ground leaving in the pitch darkness.

"Who goes there!" Came a woman's voice.

"I do!" I call back. "Loki of Asgard!"

A woman with black skin, short dark hair, a bright pink short sleeved shirt, and a unique pair of glasses came out of the darkness. A bright blue name appears appear above her head where the shape of a bow and arrow becomes clear to my eyes. The name of which read Abby22.

"Oh," Abby22 said coming forth. "You new to this section?" She tilts her head. "Ooooh, you're I_Am_Loki!" She then shoots arrows at all four corners of the net. I fell landing on my chest. "You've got quite the reputation bringing an army of users to make 10 pages worth of advertising threads."

I get up coughing with some laughs.

"10 pages?" I said, inbetween coughs. "That's less then how I am doing it next time."

Abby held up a arrow at my face.

I stop coughing.

"Go against the guidelines and your thread house is going to be closed," Abby22 said. "But you're not getting a strike in the same 24 hours you got one." I gulp at how Abby22 phrases the second part. "We have rules, too,for ourselves."

I lower her arrow.

"I didn't say 'today'," I said. "Mortal."

Abby22 puts the arrows back into the sheath.

"Have you read the State Guidelines?" Abby22 asks.

"No," I said.

Abby22 takes me by the hand and drags me to the lively underground city. Hours went by in that city. I never had more fun participating in discussions relating to Action that I have been part in before but the feeling SpikyKnight left behind for me had returned. I read up on the guidelines and thought they were nothing compared to be followed by.

The guidelines were rubbish.

To get my story out and known I had to talk about it.

I came out of the city feeling tired and exhausted.

"King Loki!" DiscReason280 said.

I had gotten out of the Action State and into The Cafe State when I saw DiscReason280 running through the crowd of people waving my magnifying glass. I felt so languid that I didn't feel the need to punish what remains of my army on the spot.

"We're done," DiscReason280 said, handing me the magnifying glass.

"Watch where you're waving my glass," I muttered, tiredly.

"May I touch your hand?" DiscReason280 asks.

"Yes," I said.

I was not thinking then.

DiscReason280 held my hand and feels along the top of my hand. It turned blue when she touched it. She looks up towards me fascinated by the rather sudden change. Never before had I seen a Mortal be fascinated by very looks rather than my powers. She lets go of my hand with a calm collected and happy attitude.

"You are dead on handsome," DiscReason280 said. "Sigyn would be a lucky woman to have you as king."

"Thank you," I said.

DiscReason280 sizzles from my view.

________ ________________

....24 hours later...

...Fan Fiction State...

Fifteen people voted on my Royal story which equals 630 votes and 600 reads. Being well rested can do wonders for the human body. I made a couple new thread houses over the hours as do my fellow army but not just in the Fan Fiction State.

Then a small grayish blue cat came around with a blue bag imprinted by a bright white 'A'.

"Hello, your thread has been closed as it goes against the guidelines." Nicky1k97 said. She left the usual information but condensed into less words. I waited for the last part of their response. "Strike 2." She held her paw up letting two claws come out. "Cheers!" She waves her paw back and forth. "Wattpad Ambassador."

I landed back outside a barren land and a lively atmosphere.

I have to rethink my entire plan.

Just how am I going to get my way?

Getting tossed out of my own thread house is proving to be annoying.

"I have to rethink my plan," I said. "I have to make it...Ambassador proof!"