Dreams in the realms of stories and magic are never just dreams. But dreams are never really dreams, either. Curious, that—prophecies written by the will of sleep. [ there's a pause. ] ... Or the will of another.

[ he seems faintly amused by the prospect. this isn't the first vision he's received, and with each comes a nagging voice that radiates in the coils of his brain: who put it there? what put it there?

Loki wasn't one to succumb to the will the universe, far from it.

there's a mutter of something beneath his breath, and the next step they take is up the stone stairs of Diasabile's spire. ]

So, please, tell me about it.