for-ephramad.livejournal.com[Almost a week into his darkness-induced coma, the blackheart awakes. His splutter is anything but dignified -- much less the stream of sea water that comes from his lungs onto the floor. He touches a gloved and jewelled hand to his forehead, sits up and then examines it with distant eyes. His body is still tinged with darkness, wisps of it rising and disappearing as he outstretches his fingers.]
...It was not mere nightmare.
[Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he's been resting in (...One could only wonder how many of them it took to take him here, let alone lift him there...) He stays oblivious to any watchers for the moment- collecting his thoughts. Then he stands, shakily - moves to the window, and gazes out of it, Odin's last words to him ringing in his ears.]
Seek thy coffin.
...Yes... My crew...
[Wait.
...Where the living Hell is his hexagun?]