The dwarves came right behind the Huntsman and fae as they then saw Loki lay lifeless. Hearing the Huntsman's pleas to help Loki, The dwarves lowered their heads as Muir looked shocked. "No. This cannot be." He was saddened of what happened to Loki. Gort looked to Beith. "What will we do Beith?" He asked. Beith stood tall, knowing their promise. "What we promised." And so that was what they did. 

At the Duke's castle, Loki laid in the chapel, laying there peaceful as he lay there looking like he was dressed up, cleaned up. But didn't show signs of breathing or waking up. His hands over his stomach and the sword that was given to him. The seven dwarves were standing at the door to the chapel as they saw Loki lay there and Maleficent confess her apology and love for her son. They then walked away from the chapel as they felt grief while the Duke decided to stay within the walls to help those who needed him. 

Eric heard Maleficent's apology and confession as to what she did and why she did it. Of course he was drinking to take away the pain that he was feeling but wouldn't go away. Eric couldn't remember how much he had and honestly could care less. When Maleficent took her leave from Loki, Eric waited a little before getting up and walking over to the lifeless Loki that he felt so fond toward. "Well, here you are, all dressed up like you're about to wake up and give me more grief. Am I right?" A saddened smiled formed on his face as he wanted to laugh but couldn't muster it. But then it vanished just as quickly as it came. "You deserved better. I once had a wife, Loki. Sara was her name. When I came back from the war I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost." The huntsman then came to the bed of where he laid and rested his arms on it, his hands holding the waterskin he had in hand. "I wasn't worth saving, that's for sure, but she did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone and anything, and then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again, a self I never cared for." Eric felt tears for the first time in a long time for the grief that he had been keeping deep down inside. Tears rolled down his face as he looked at lifeless body that was Loki. Setting aside the waterskin, Eric rested a hand on Loki's head. "Until you, cause you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now, you too have gone. You both deserved better and I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm so sorry. But you be a King in heaven now and sit among the angels and the creatures you protected during your lifetime." With his hand moving to Loki's soft cheek, Eric leaned in more, placing a light, tenderly kiss, just to show how much he loved Loki. How he would never see him again. Pulling away, Eric left the chapel, waterskin in hand as he wiped away his tears. 

So little did the two notice that Loki began to breath again and life return to his pale skin. A tear rolling down his face. Later that night, Loki had noticed where he was but sought out the man that he had come to love, and grew so fond of. After finding out where he had been staying for the night, Loki went to find him and had successfully done so. Seeing the man sleep, Loki watched for his cracked up door that wasnt shut all the way, smiling softly as he saw the Huntsman sleeping. He looked to be in pain. His smile disappeared, wishing he could do something to help ease his pain. Walking into his room, Loki sat by the man's bed, combing his fingers into Eric's hair, something Maleficent use to do for him when he had bad dreams.