Sigyn’s Day 14

Herself has asked for me to write more on the little short story that I wrote for her. She wants a novel. I am like ok. So for the cast.

CAST

Red haired daughter child of Thor/Morrigan

Sigyn

Loki

Narvi

Vali

Fenris

Jormungand

Hella

Thor

Odin (and his ravens and wolves)

Brigid

Morrigan

Sif

Fraya

 

And that is all for now. I get the feeling I get to personify Them within the con finds of the story. So that is for her she wishes to have it written.

 

Story thought: Thor brings his daughter by the Morrigan to his brother to raise. Sif will not allow the child in the house she does not care that it was by contract between he two families before she was ever in the picture. She does not want to raise anyone else’s children. So the daughter comes to Loki and Sigyn to be raised with their boys. This is a coming of age story filled with everyday magic.

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Sigyn’s day 5 (I’ve got to get better about remember to post…)

I want to talk about one of Sigyn‘s greatest lessons: Loyalty. Here is a good spot to see how it is defined: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/loyalty

She is a loyal one. Truly loyal. She does not sway from her promises even when others wish her too. She stays. She remains. She endures. She watches. She cares. She loves. These are her words to me or at least the way I understood them.

I Am

I am what I am.

I am loyal.

I gave my word.

Why do you think I would break it.

Why do you think I’d dishonor myself, my husband, our families?

Just because you think my life would be easier!

No it would not.

Who would trust me than.

Oathbreaker I would be.

No I will stay.

I will give him what I can.

I will bear my wooden bowl and catch the poison.

A poison that should not be there at all.

You punished him enough.

You destroyed his children- all of them.

You destroyed my sons!

I am supposed to leave him for the ones who murdered my boys!

Never!

I will stay.

I will stay until the snake dies.

I will stay and give him what he needs.

I will watch my husband fall over the abyss.

I will watch him become what you feared.

He will become what you created.

So will his children.

You created this.

Enjoy what you have sown.

Leave me to my work.

My duty.

My beloved husband.

Leave.

Loki day 9

I sit here and I think about Loki. He is misunderstood as a god. I sit here and think why I do not make excuses for his behavior in the lore. I do not white-wash it. I know he has done good and bad things. I accept that. He is a god of CHANGE.
Change is never easy nor is it ever welcome. People do not like change. I take that back they do not like change that supposedly ruins them. They like change when it gives them a boost up in the world. Not when it tears their world apart.
Who am I to judge him though? So I do not. He is what he is.
If you don’t want to work with Loki. Don’t. There is nothing that says you have to work with him. Just do not tell me that I cannot work with him. For I will flip you the bird from this side of my screen where you cannot see me doing so.
There is something that says when you hail Odin you hail Loki or Odin will not accept your hail. Funny how that works. Odin gets hailed a lot and Loki gets forgotten so Odin cannot accept that hail. Funny thought huh?
Heathens tend to white-wash the other gods. A lot of heathens tend to over look the blood-lines of their gods. A lot their gods have blood from the third tribe the etins. This is over looked. This is down played. Because they are the gods of good.
Who’s good? Ask yourself that. Who’s good?
Think about that. Give it a good long think.
This next poem is for the family, yes I consider them family. They call me their child. They claimed me as their own. I will not nay say Their choice. This one is for all of them.
Lost Within
Lost within myself I twist I turn.
I cannot find my way.
I stumble and fall to my knees.
Pushing myself back up I keep moving.
Blindly I move forward.
Blinking coming out of the tangled darkness.
I see dancing flames.
I stumble toward it.
The darkness that surrounds me tries to swallow the light I see.
I keep moving, that beacon of light beckons ahead of me.
Hope flares anew in my chest.
I move forward to finally reach the fires.
Warmth fills me.
I feel a hand on my shoulder.
A dark young man stand there with me.
I look over near him a few others stand with him.
They smile and wink at me.
“Welcome back cousin.”
The dark haired young man smiles.
We are always within you.
Remember that, when you start to feel lost.

Loki day 7

Words

What words to use to describe you?
Are there really any left?
Staring at the blank page.
It seems to mock my inability to form thoughts.
Mock my inability to string together my thoughts.
Like a lighting strike the words come.
Flowing with ease.
Coming together to form ideas.
Coming together to form pictures.
I am painting in words.
Creating wordscapes.

I know that you are one of the muses.
I know that you are holding the cup.
Word smith Loki.
Creative whirlwind Odin.
Spark of Inspiration Thor.
I thank you all for the help.
For this gift.
Words.
Creativity.
Inspiration.

Odin

Traveler

One eyed wanderer shaking the world.
Taking what is his.
Not gentle in his ways.
Speaker of false words.
Speaker if the hard truths.
Silver-tongue’s brother by oaths and blood.
Maker of contracts.
Breaker of contracts.
Weaver of fate.
Honorable and dishonorable all in the same breath.
Lover and beloved of many.
Father figure and teacher to some.
Family to others.
One eyed staring into the abyss.
Looking ahead.
Seeing the unseen.
Knowing the unknown.
Creator of his own fate.

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For Grandfather, he wanted this. Now I need to send it off.