Loki heard his mother sing for Gus that night, he watched the fires that night till morning when they needed to continue their journey to Vanahiem and the Duke's castle. Loki kept up the pace, though his heart hurt, he knew he had to press on. The Dwarves followed behind the three, of course for their height, they would be a bit slower. Entering Vanahiem and setting up camp for the night, Loki sat by the fire as he held the sword in is lap. The seven dwarves were sitting near or around the fire. He seemed to be thinking about many things before he looked to where ever he mother was. "Mother? I have something to ask you." He was unsure if he really wanted to ask. He was afraid of the answer.