Imagine: Going through the portal with Loki.
Dr. Strange was moving his hands in all different directions and it might sound crazy, but there were yellow circles around his hands. Next thing you know a hole opens up under Loki and I.
Everything is black. I feel something clinging to me, as screams fill the emptiness around me.
"Loki!?" I yell and feel for his hair.
The grip around me gets tighter and I do the same to him. I find his hair and hold his head into my shoulder.
"We're gonna be fine, Loki!" I try to reassure him. I'm not sure if he can even hear me.
"Just hold onto me!" He yells back and I do just that.
I see a yellow circle under us again as we keep falling and finally hit a floor. I land on my back with Loki on top of me.
"I have been falling...for thirty minutes!" He yells at whoever is near and realizes the position we are in.
"Sorry." He quickly gets up and sticks out his hand for me to take.
When I stand up and meet his eyes, they appear different. They're no longer filled with boredom, but something else.