He had been in a world between worlds for years. He didn't know wether he had slept or had been awake, also he didn't know how long he'd been there. It was like a bodiless state he had been kept in, and he hadn't been aware of it until now. Nor had he been aware of the pain that this state had caused him. He only realised that something was wrong when he was brought back. It was like a loud snap and for the first time in an indefinite time he felt a sound ringing through his ears and his head. Around his mere mindly state a body seemed to form, first only felt as a prickling, like blood rushing back into the numb limbs, then he could feel his fingers and toes, could move them. He could feel his lips and his tongue, he could hear his breath and feel his thoughts flying in his mind. Pictures appeared in front of his inner eye, and even though they weren't pleasant ones, he welcomed them gratefully. But even though he had reappeared something still wasn't right. Then he realised what it was. He was falling. Falling through a hole between the worlds. Silently he cursed the one who was doing this to him.
And then, after an assumed eternity, he hit the ground. He could feel the cold and smooth stone under his hands. He swallowed, incredibly grateful he was able to, then he carefully opened his eyes, but not before pulling his lips into a mischievous smile.

With a grin Loki looked up at Doctor Strange.
"Did you miss me?"