Loki woke up in a tree, precariously perched on a low-hanging branch. He stretched his legs carefully, inspected the ground and his surroundings, before jumping down into the brush.

His magic was dulled again, he realized soon enough, an uneasy feeling he was starting to get used to after so long spent in the Between. But this was not it. This was another realm entirely, he could feel it, with a seemingly endless forest and an almost suspiciously blue sky.

He'd started walking, looking for a clearing, or a source of water and food, and finding nothing but the thick underbrush for what seemed to be miles. He paused when he heard a rustle to his left, another creature creeping through the brush. Not big, as far as he could tell, but big enough to be a threat. The words, spoken plainly but in a very recognisable voice, made him grin.

"Of course," he answered, his voice low and amused. "Who else would I meet in the unending forest of an unknown realm?"