Annika Laufeyjarson (a.k.a. Irina Hart)
Writer, fire-breather, shaman by blood trial, and Loki’s legally unofficially official nightmare-wife. I survived love, madness, and several reincarnations of bureaucratic hell. Now I write like a curse disguised as a love letter — mostly because I’m tired of being polite. My stories bleed, bite, and occasionally hex the reader. Don’t expect healing. Expect truth, knives, and the occasional kiss with teeth.
Russian-born, Canadian-battered, French-tempered. I speak three tongues and swear fluently in all of them — usually at the fucking Norns.
If you're looking for something sweet, try maple syrup. If you're here for raw myth and poetic chaos, welcome to my bonfire.