Misty morning of the Moors, a young man was walking through the forest, with no real motive on where to go. His hair, black as a raven, his skin slightly pale. Robes of back, and some green to complement. Black pants and black boots, the young man's green eyes were slightly fogged with his thoughts on his lover, Eric, former King of Asgard where he learned news of the man's death. The rule of the Dark elves now all over Asgard and no one able to help the citizens of Asgard. This hurt Loki, wishing he could have done more, though wondered why Eric didn't ask for help. Why he let the Kingdom try to fight on their own. He didnt understand. 

Walking aimlessy and obviously bored due to nothing to do at all, however ended up at a lake and a waterfall. Loki looked at it before he stripped out of his clothes to only his pants, setting them on a tree till he got back. Setting his shoes next to the tree as well, Loki got into the lake, not affected by the cold it gave to his skin as he got in. Holding his breath, Loki dived in the rest of the way, swimming beneath the water's surface. Mainly to clear his head. It always worked too.