[Loki doesn't have a chance to say anything else just yet as the man--the merman carries him to the shore. It isn't until he's on the sand and can actually see the other in his entirety that it really sinks in and his breath hitches, eyes wide again in wonder. Perhaps even a little bit of fear; fear of the unknown.]

I..I hit my head, didn't I? This has to be a dream. [He murmured, shaking his head as he shifted his gaze from Thor's tail to focus on the man himself completely forgetting about his bleeding hand and twisted ankle.

At least for the moment.]

Thor? [How ironic.] I'm Loki.. [He can't help but laugh weakly.] You're a figment of my imagination, aren't you? I really did a number on myself this time..