Sneaking into the castle was relatively easy. You were like a mouse compared to the giants that resided here, scurrying around for a scrap of cheese. Your steps barely even echoed the rooms were so vast.

How you never noticed him in the first place was a mystery, he was massive. But as you scaled a shelf like a rock climber, a massive hand constricted around your body, followed by a deep chuckle.

“What do we have here?” The Giant pulled you off the shelf and up towards his face, adorned by a massive, mocking smile.. “I didn’t know we were keen on letting mice in.”

The youngest, accursed Elbaf prince. Loki.