Loki opened his eyes, effectively dispersing the dream of long ago which haunted him even now. Maybe more so now. Centuries had gone by in the mere blink of an eye since that fateful day, his life turning the moment he'd taken Hela's advice to murder that Vanir for his seidr. The darkness had taken hold of his heart that day, but where was it now? Pushing himself upright in the bed took more effort than it ought to and he cringed at the ache in his bones. Wetting his parched lips, Loki was thankful that Hela was suspiciously absent from their bed. He did not need her to see his weakness, especially now.