Loki was on the roof, sitting down with one leg angled down with the roof and the other bent so his chin rest on his knees, hands locked around his shin. He was watching the clouds roll by across a crescent of moon when Damian approached from behind. At first he didn't seem to notice, Damian until he got closer.
"Well, I was able to hide up here for a while. That means I got quite a bit of sleep." He sighed, leaning back to rest his hands on the roof's apex on either side, head tilting back. "That's the advantage with these kinds of dreams. As long as I can keep ahead of whatever nameless fear I'm trying to escape, the more rest I can get. That's all, though."
He turned his head to look at Damian now. "So. You and Ikol. Ikol I can understand. He has motives, dreaming or not. You. I don't like that you're here like this, though. It's bothering me, and I can't figure out why. Like you're out of place. Not the environment, mind you. This stage is of course your setting. It's that... every person and place in a dream represents something about the dreamer, subconscious data manifesting, sometimes premonitions, inescapable stories... I can't place you right now. So where does that leave us?"