Latila's dreams had always been strange, retellings of her parents death told in twisted and dark ways, her greatest fears spinning in her mind like a carousel, murder, pain and no power were three common themes, but this was different, it was real. She was sat in a small lagoon, naked, torches of fire surrounded the water and sat across from her was Loki Laufeyson.
"Hello Latila," he said, taking a sip from a tall glass of champagne, "Good to know you're not dead"
"Sorry that I was being held captive by a secret organisation, and seen as you're the god of mischief, I'm assuming I still am."
"Yes, this is all just a fragment of my imagination, I have complete control"
"Why am I naked?"
"Stupid magic you can't trust it Latty,"
She rolled her eyes, staring at the snakeskin pants that climbed all the way up his waist. Its not like she was uncomfortable being naked (they were often forced to have nude assessments at the Jina) but she couldn't let this long haired frost giant win. She waded forwards, taking the champagne glass from his hand and downing the sweet bubbles in one gulp, "So mr Laufeyson, what brings you here?"