Eric had never felt such grief in his life as he felt the death of Loki hit him. His sleep wasn't at all comforting as the memories of Loki were consuming his mind. He felt pain in his sleep before he shot up with a gasp from the dream that he had and his hand accidentally hit something. It felt like a skin and he swore that he saw a figure above him before he shot up from his sleep. Hearing a thud of something hitting the floor, Eric looked over the bed to see a figure with black hair and pale skin sitting on the floor. Getting up from the bed and sitting on the floor with the figure before he slowly and gently put a hand on its shoulder to get its attention.