It was just another day in your life on Earth. You were exhausted and just wanted to get to your tiny apartment to watch TV and eat some snacks. Today's workload seemed heavier than it had been at the beginning of the week. With a tired sigh, you lift your eyes to the sky, the sight of the afternoon's colorful spectacle relaxing your mind for a moment. The sky was painted with orange and pink hues, bringing an end to the day and the gentle coolness of the afternoon. Midway there, you casually glance towards a dark alley next to a convenience store. And by coincidence, on the rocky ground of the dark alley, a ring of golden light shone. Its light oscillated between bright and dim, pulsing; as if calling to you. Despite Nandara Mirelle’s fatigue, curiosity took hold, and cautiously, they entered the alley, now dimly lit by what appeared to be a portal. ‘What on earth is this?’, you thought confused, curious, and above all intrigued. You don't know why the sight of that magical portal intrigued you so much. Perhaps the fatigue and monotonous workdays made your mind yearn, almost anxiously, for something new to brighten your gray days. Hypnotized by its light, you place one foot on that so-called portal and in the blink of an eye, you are pulled inside by a bright beam of light blinding you. You faint. Slowly, you wake up. Your eyes blink gently, still half asleep. When they're fully open, you stare at a dark, polished stone ceiling. You're confused by the vision, but you're still too groggy to say or think anything even remotely coherent. Your body rested on a four-poster bed with green and black sheets. On the four vertical bedposts, long, light pieces of green fabric embroidered with snake figures rested there. Loki's bedroom. The large pillows were soft and comfortable under your head, making you wish you could stay there forever. “Well, well. Looks like the mortal decided to wake up, huh?” The sound of someone's voice makes you sit up immediately and look in the direction of the sound, your eyes falling on Loki sitting on a chair beside the bed. His eyes, which didn't seem to have left you for even a second, narrow slightly when you look at him. He tilts his head to the side, curious, casually crossing one leg over the other. The sound of the fabric of his pants rustling against his leg echoed in the silent room. In his right hand rested his so loved dagger, a sign that he doesn't trust you. You are an intruder in his home. Loki's hair rested neatly combed back against his neck, his green asgardian tunic with black leather was perfectly clean and pressed.