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The universe was rising. Or rather… Loki was falling.
The stars were everywhere, passing by in a blur, nothing more than streaks of diamond white against the pitch-black nothingness of space. He was vaguely familiar with most of them, recognising enough to name some constellations as they whipped through his view and vanished just as fast.
Absently, the scholar in Loki understood that the act of this fall must mean the presence of mass nearby. He tried to twist his body in the darkness and succeeded only in wringing his neck. It was enough, though – to catch a glimpse of the planet below. Hues of green, and brown, and swirling white on a predominantly waterlogged hunk of rock.
Miðgarðr. Earth.
His body broke through Earth’s thin atmosphere, and suddenly black turned to grey – a blue-grey expanse as far as the eye could see. Water pelted his skin in pinpricks of ice, and Loki was falling through the clouds. His body knew what this meant, ligaments and bones screaming in agony before the ground even met him in person. The anticipation of impact begged him to close his eyes. It was a jarring opposite to what he forced himself to do instead – stare around desperately until he saw a castle of time-worn brown stone, built in architecture he had never seen outside of his books.
He closed his eyes then, glad to at least know where it was that he would inevitably greet death. And everything stopped.