Loki dragged himself into his room and immediately dropped his illusion and sank to the floor breathing hard. His brief but frequent trips to the other realms were not usually this tough or this brutal.

A knock on the door made him first realise that he had left the door open, and then realise that he had dropped his illusion. He gritted his teeth and began to draw energy to hide himself when a voice called out loudly "Oh don't mind me!" and Fey stepped into his room. He paused, mid spell, then let it drop with a sigh.

"It's rude to enter without an invite." He grumbled in annoyance. "How did you know I was back? I literally just got back two minutes ago."

She turned to see him on the floor slouched against the wall, looking much the worse for wear. "Wow. Rough trip huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, just rainbows and unicorns. I really hate those bloody unicorns."

She raised an eyebrow at the bloody smear he was leaving on the wall. "Yeah I can see they don't really like you much either. Let me have a look at that."

He would have protested but he was beyond having the energy to clean himself up today and would probably have slept where he sat otherwise. These new garments were much more comfortable than the armour he had been helped out of also. His eyelids began to droop.

"You never told me how you knew I was back. I trust you haven't been waiting in my garden like a puppy."

She snorted. "Of course not. I felt you arrive back here."

Felt? That's strange. He wasn't aware of anyone who could readily detect his presence. He would have to ask her about that… later. After a quick nap.