Shivering as a light breeze started up, Loki gripped the rail and thought back to his dream again. Nightmare, perhaps, was a more fitting description for the past he kept dreaming of each and every time he closed his weary eyes. Hela haunted his days and his nights. She was his past and his future. Her presence sucked the life from his body and made it impossible to feel things that he should. Sighing heavily, Loki knew he could not relent in his plans not just for his own well-being, but for that of the entire universe. Hela was ravenous to rule the nine realms, so much so that she barely slept.