Loki wasn't in view when Damian entered the library. But then green eyes opened, and the rest of him followed suit, drawing in a breath like he'd been holding it. "Oh, it's you again. Did it follow you?" He was speaking quietly and seriously. It wasn't his usual mannerism at all.
Nor was his looking off to the side at something else, whispering crossly at, for all Damian could see, the lamp. "Quiet. I know I'm asleep... Waking isn't that easy... It's part of the dream is all, Ikol." Then he looked sharply At Damian. "He's part of it, too. He should be able to see you just fine... Why are you even arguing... Fine, fine... Just. Here." He waved his hand and there was Ikol sitting on the lamp, green and ethereal. The magpie was mid-sentence when he popped into existence for Damian to see.
"-can't hear me because we're not dreaming, just you. Oh!" The bird held his wing out for examination. "If I had known this is all it took I would have created this scenario long ago. Ahem. As I was saying, you're sleepwalking. If you would just focus on waking uh-and you're disappearing again." Because Loki had. A scraping sound in the hall outside and he had stiffened and vanished. Ikol sighed and looked to Damian. "For the record, this is not my fault."