PSL with Malekith

Loki stirred, the diffused light of the world's sun through the dust still bright against his eyes as they fluttered open and he squinted against it.

As he regained consciousness, he could feel the rough terrain under his back. Grit against the wound. Stones under his head. He tried to move and pain shot through his body. He put a hand up to shield his eyes and he made an attempt to look around.