Loki landed hard on the ground, or to be more specific the mud pool. He coughed heavily and spat a decent amount of mud out of his mouth. He had completely forgotten how wet and dreary this place was. He looked around and only saw mud and three roots. Lots of three roots intertwined and on top of each other in a complete labyrinth nonsensical labyrinth of roots.
Loki stood up and brushed himself clean as much as possible. He didn't bother with a spell since magic was amplified tenfold down here and the slightest use of magic could cause Ragnarok. Loki might have been prophesied to be the Bringer, but he refused. He made his own Destiny. And look where it brought me now he thought to a place where nothing is as it seemed. He cautiously looked around, vividly remembering the Bulgesnipe he ran into last time. No need for a repeat performance. Once was enough, thank you.
Loki took a staggering step forward towards a sections of the roots raised above the ground. He made his way over to the root cave and darkness swallowed him. His Adams apple bobbed, but he squared forwards. In no time it was impossible to see in front of him and so he pushed away his dignity and raised his hands in front of him. He knew that dignity and pride must be cast away if he was to survive in this place. Dignity and pride would be his downfall.
With his hand he felt his way forward, until it finally collided with some gnarled roots. He carefully felt around in front of him prodding, searching the roots for the trigger.
"Ah" Loki quietly exclaimed as he encountered a part that was soft and gave after under his finger. He pushed the section down and heard the three groan as the roots slowly moved to create a gap. As the gap emerged light shined in revealing carcasses of all kind in the cave. Many had died in this cave when they weren't quick enough to escape the nightfall.
When the gap had become big enough for Loki to move through, he went in and was immediately surrounded by grassy hills, flowers, moving threes and birds flying over top in the bluest of all skies. Behind him the hole closed behind him. Loki couldn't help but let out a hysterically laughter. After all that had happened these past few days, from the botched up coronation to the Rainbow bridge he had arrived. Arrived at the Heart of Yggdrassil where the weary could rest and the broken healed.
For Loki knew he was broken. Or rather, his so-called family had shattered him with their lies. He wasn't an Odinsson, Hell he wasn't even an Asgardian, no he was something much worse, a Jotunn, a monster.