I use my hands to push myself into a sitting position and feel a harsh ground beneath me that almost slices my hands open; it's slate gray in colour and is riddled with splinters and cracks along it, as if the stone can't hold itself together. As I sit up I see the landscape; I'm sitting on a small jut of land that balances precariously in space, floating in a black expanse that seems to go on forever. There are no stars, no horizon line – just emptiness... I start to panic, feeling more alone than I've ever felt in my life; what is this place!? I quickly stand up and turn around to be greeted by an entirely different view. There in front of me is a bridge about a mile wide and a few miles in length; made entirely out of bones. A shiver runs up my spine as I can even discern the different bones used to make it; all of the posts lining the bridge are topped with a skull, the railings are spines connected all along it over intermittent femurs, and the bridge's base is a jumbled pile of everything else from the skeletons... I frown in disdain at the thing and start to walk towards the bridge. I notice that beneath it is the chasm of nothingness, and the land connected on the other side of the bridge is vast; there are rivers cascading off the edges at different intervals, all drifting away into the abyss below. I can't make out the landmass itself; it's obscured completely in mist, like a floating cloud. I can make out some exceptionally tall mountains around the borders however, and a small amount of land is visible right where the bridge would end. But how had I gotten here? The last thing I remember was... dying.

A rush of emotion floods me and I collapse onto my hands and knees again, hyperventilating as my tears stain the ground beneath me... Am I really dead? I remember; Thor was there to watch me, the only person to care and it had to be my sorry excuse for a brother... I shake my head, trying to deny my fate and wringing tears from my face but I only cry harder as the reality sets in... I must be in Niflheim then, the precursor to the realm of the dead... But I was killed in battle, not by sickness or aging, so why wasn't I carried to Odin or Freyja by one of the Valkyrie...? How perplexing; perhaps I'm not worthy of such a fate... I don't even know what to do now that I'm here or whether there is a point to anything anymore...

A low rumbling sound draws my attention and my head snaps up to view the bridge. I can't see through my blurred vision properly, but I can make out a large, white object moving towards me so I hop up onto my feet again in one swift motion and make for a dagger inside my jacket... And that's when I notice something peculiar there; it's soft and warm, humming against my skin... But I have no time to investigate; I quickly pull out a dagger with my right hand while roughly swiping away my tears with my left arm. The sight before me is more than intimidating as I feel myself shaking in fear; it's a great, white warhorse with a giantess atop, though of which origin I don't know. She's fair in skin; possibly a Vanir? I'm not too sure... But she's perfectly monstrous in size! I shuffle backwards as far as I dare on such a scant precipice as she thunders to the end of the bridge. She leaps off the horse in one bound and her landing staggers me, almost costing me my footing. She has to be at least 8 or 9 feet tall, wearing a full set of steel armaments with vibrant red hair braided to her waist. She stomps towards me and raises her broadsword to point right at my face;

"Who are you and what business have you in Niflheim!?" She roars at me, almost sending me over the edge with her furore. Quickly I gather my wits about me as I gauge her temperament and intentions; who could she be? I should have cast an illusion, but I couldn't think and it's too late now... I slowly raise my hands up in front of me in surrender, dagger palmed downwards which I then drop in front of me and it clatters on the ground. I put on my usual grin of superiority in the hopes that she may recognise me and possibly cower before me, though the chances of that happening were looking slim...

"I am Loki of Asgard, adoptive son of Odin and rightful heir of Jotunheim; and who might you be?" I try to be as imposing with my words as I can, annunciating every syllable, returning her gaze as steadily as possible whilst shaking uncontrollably.

"That is of no import Loki of Asgard; now who has brought you to this realm!" She bellows, thrusting the broadsword to sit under my chin. I tilt my head up a little to try and move it away from my vulnerable Adam's apple, but she pushes it forward another few centimetres and growls as I do so; she means business.

"Unfortunately for both of us, I don't know who has brought me to this place – if it weren't for my memory of dying I wouldn't even know where we are right now. Why is it so important for you to know who brought me here? Did I not come here like all the others who I'm sure come?" I'm eyeing the blade warily as I quickly tell her what I know, or what I don't to be more accurate.

The giantess lowers her sword slowly while eyeing me suspiciously, and then sheathes it within its scabbard on her belt.

"Come then, Loki of Asgard; your journey to Helheim begins." She turns away from me and mounts her elephant sized horse, then offers her hand down to me.

I pick up my dagger from the ground and place it carefully back inside my pocket, careful not to damage whatever the trinket inside is, and walked towards the horse. It was a massive beast with a coat as white as the driven snow. As I reached the horse I realised that I'd have to balance on my toes to reach up; I feel so helpless now, like a simpering child. I sigh in exasperation before reaching up to the hulking woman, and she flings me atop the horse with a small flick of her wrist. It's very disconcerting to sit in front of this woman; with the size difference I even look like a child in her company. I take the pommel of the saddle in my hands to steady myself before we leave to go... Well, wherever this woman is taking me. Normally I'd be more careful with strangers like this, but I have no idea where I'm going or what I should be doing – I'm just glad I'm not alone in this place...

"My name is Mordgud, Loki of Asgard. Hold on tight; Grani is powerful and swift, and you seem frail." The giantess huffs over my head as she grabs the reins and readies the horse.

Great; even she thinks me helpless... This can't get much worse; can it...?