Loki felt himself drift into sleep for the second time in Chaos. The realm still felt strange and had not become home. Things lurked in the shadows that haunted his sleep, and made him dread the time his body laid among the feathers, yet each night he was forced into his nightmares by his bodies weariness. Loki took a deep breath, closing his eyes as sleep greeting him.
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How much time had passed? The prince didn't know. He felt weightless. Loki looked down at his hands. His irises grew bigger. His entire being was white! His skin, his clothes, even his nails had become a ghostly shade of white. Had he died? Was this Valhalla? Loki swallowed, and looked around. Her could hear the cries of a girl, yet he hesitated to move toward it. Reluctantly, Loki moved towards the noise. "Hello?" He whispered almost afraid to be heard.