Loki had been unable to sleep . The same dream again. Something of an explosion , a cold desolate space … an abyss to swallow him , a whipping wind … and a great green tree of magic … with whispers in its leaves ….. troubled , he rises and goes to the Asgardian library. whether he’s searching for answers or distractions he can’t decide . Hums: Ask veit ek standa, heitir Yggdrasill, hár baðmr, ausinn hvíta auri; þaðan koma döggvar þærs í dala falla; stendr æ yfir grœnn Urðar brunni.