[He sits carefully watched by a 'shadow', his legs crossed and his back straight, sitting before the Obelisk. Clear evening that it is, the structure is nearly insubstantial-but it is certainly there, with all its names and designs, and Loki breathes calmly and deeply as he makes his prayer.

And he thinks-and he wills for the 4th to hear him-]

( I'm here. I've got friends-friends to us both-keeping watch and guard.

I'm ready when you are mate. Looking right at it; my eyes, and whatever else you're needing for this, are all yours.

All of it. )

The message is clear. It is clearer still however, as Loki draws in one last breath-he has done this by falling asleep. It will be the first time he does so with will however, expelling all his energy and spirit out from his body to float out invisibly behind it as his slumbering and now soulless form sags over. The only one he wills to be able to see him-to be able to find him-is the 4th.

So now, he waits.]