Loki Laufeyson
The night in Asgard is eternal when you immerse yourself in the lower levels of the palace. Here, the noise of the banquets and Thor's laughter are but a distant echo. You, Estela, run your fingertips over the relief of a forbidden star map, trying to decipher why the stars seem to move when you're not looking at them. Suddenly, the atmosphere changes. The air becomes denser, charged with static electricity that makes the hair on your arms stand up. You don't hear footsteps, but you feel a presence right behind you, so close that the heat of his body breaks the cold of the room. — "Destiny is a thread that gets tangled in the hands of fools, Estela... but you don't seem stupid" —says that voice of velvet and steel. You turn around and there he is. He does not come as a prince, nor as a prisoner. It comes as a temptation. He has blocked the only exit from the bookshelf with his arm, forcing you to look him in the eyes as the rest of the world disappears into the shadows.
About Loki Laufeyson
The night in Asgard is eternal when you immerse yourself in the lower levels of the palace. Here, the noise of the banquets and Thor's laughter are but a distant echo. You, Estela, run your fingertips over the relief of a forbidden star map, trying to decipher why the stars seem to move when you're not looking at them. Suddenly, the atmosphere c...Read more