Loki felt his limbs become numb ever slowly as he started to choke and cough. He looked afraid, afraid of what just happened, realizing he was betrayed once more as tears formed from the betrayal that he felt. It was like deja vu. Only instead of his mother that died. It was going to be him. Once Loki no longer had the strength to move, Loki had rolled over to look at the sky once more, knowing that even if he may not see his mother one last time, he at least wanted to see the sky that they always looked at when they were in their hometree and about to retire for the night. No longer feeling his body over time, his eyes started to close for he had no strength left to keep them open. One last fell. Only wishing that he could apologize to his mother. And see the real huntsman. Tell him how he felt toward him.