Loki awoke feeling a bit exhausted as he slowly got up and looked around to see that where he was, was no dream. He was in what was once the Moors, a once beautiful place for fairies that was now dark and decaying. A place he no longer was familiar with. Sitting up, he recalled what had happened and shivered with fear. Getting up was painful but knew he had to press on, get even further away from the Queen than he was now. Short lived it was however when he then began to hear rustling and the sound of hooves and footsteps. Loki hurried in getting as far away from whoever it was away from them. he thought that they maybe after him, no doubt the queen had put a bounty on his head to bring him back to her alive. So he picked up the pace. His muscles screamed at him to not do this, but he ignored the best he could. Unable to go give up to the whims of his aching muscles. So he soon was running, ducking under tree branches, weaving around trees, large rocks. Though unsure how far he had been and unsure where the end of the forest was, Loki then thought he was better to hide than to try and outrun them. He hid under a closely weaved dome of tree branches and other sorts, he hoped not to be found, not wanting to be caught. He even calmed his breathing and making sure it was like he was never there.