Falling, that was all he felt. Nothing but air to grasp at. He was falling into a pit so deep and so dark that he had no idea how close or how far to the bottom he was. All around him colors and shapes appeared of things that he longed to forget, longed to push from his mind and never remember again.
"Help Me!" He cried out, but it was gone from the air before he could even hear it.
He was trying his best not to panic but he could sense himself getting closer to wherever it was he might land. He held his breath waiting for the inevitable impact but just as he was about to hit the ground his arm was caught from somewhere above him. He cried out in pain as his arm was almost ripped from the socket. For a moment he was simply hanging there suspended over who knows what, but slowly but surely he was pulled up onto a ledge that he had no idea was there. Once on the ledge he found himself taking sharp intakes of breath, as though he no longer had lungs. Once he composed himself, he looked up to find himself staring at a cloaked figure. For a moment he simply stared at the shadow of a person speechless, but he soon found his tongue.
"Thank You. You saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful. " The figure simply stood there motionless.
" You could at least tell me your name." He said slightly agitated, "So that I might reward you for your act of heroism."
Slowly the cloaked stranger lifted their gloved hand and took off their hood, revealing a beautiful woman with emerald eyes and chocolate brown hair that cascaded down onto her shoulders. A soon as he saw her he was entranced, for this was surely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
"I am Loki of Jotunheim." He reached out his hand expecting the woman to grasp it, but she simply pulled her cloak back on and uttered one single word.
"Safe." Then she vanished.
Loki woke in a cold sweat, the hard floor beneath him indicating he had fallen off his bed onto the cell floor.
"A dream." He muttered, "It was all a dream. And yet it felt so real."
Loki stayed awake for the rest of the night, for he couldn't sleep not when her face plagued his mind. Her beautiful hair and those piercing eyes that seemed as if they could make you cry if you stared into them for too long. Loki longed to find this woman whether she was real or not, for he couldn't help but feel as if they we're destined for each other. Loki scoffed. This just proved he had been cooped in his cell for far too long. He was willing to find a literal woman of his dreams, even though he knew that any woman or other creature for that matter could not love him. Especially since he could not even come to love himself.