Phantom Hollow It's not so bad to be mad.

Loki traipsed throught the Hollows, his gait limping though he was feeling just as peachy as all get out. He coughed, striking blood droplets across the span of wood and grasses as he made his way though the forest of illusion and strange happenings. Echoes rang through them, but they didn't deter him. He kept going, though blood loss made his view a little blurred. He was also woozy, sore, and all kinds of starving.

Stumbling to the nearest bramble, Loki slumped forward, body succumbing to exhaustion while his mind was alight with a firework of songs.
Grin stiched painfully on his lips, he outright howled with the melody only a composer could love.

"Got a secret, can ya keep it, swear this one you'll save,
Better lock it in ya pocket, takin' this one to the grave."

A cough wracked his body, a damaged throat proving him more worse for wear than anything else. But that damned smile kept on.

"If I show you, I better know you won't tell what I said,
'Cause two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead."

Verde eyes looked to a sound heard that was more 'not-so-scary' then most.
What was that thing?