My tribute to FreyaFreya is calling to meMy tribute to Freya by pardos66
for she has chosen to be
my patron goddess.
Everyday and night, I see
her in my night dreams and
daydreams. Sometimes her
goose shows up as a messenger
to tell me that she is near.
I can no longer deny this
feeling that I have inside
that Freya has chosen me
to be at her side.
For now I know that Freya
is my patron goddess. She
does not put any expectation
on me like other deities.
For it is she who understands
me best of all.
the King and the JesterThe young girl watched the sullen figure through wide, woeful, azure eyes. The ancient wood of the wooden archway framed the young man’s sorrow almost perfectly. His long slender fingers played with necklace around his neck, the necklace which consisted of a tiny fang, a lock of hair and emerald scale. She shuffled forwards twiddling her auburn hair, unsure whether to leave the man in his sorrow or not. She finally gathered up her courage. “Uncle Loki,” she said, her voice booming against the imposing silence. Unexpectedly, Loki exploded into a flurry of movement until he came to a standstill, the necklace gone from sight. “Thrud, my dear,” He said, looking a little relieved, “what can I help you with?”the King and the Jester by sir-hattington
Thrud looked at her feet, fighting back tears. “Have you seen my papa?”
There was a second of silence. “No I haven’t.” Loki said bluntly, as he turned to leave. The news hit Thrud and she started to sob uncontrollab
Buxton SunriseStanding behind the eyelid of the Goddess,Buxton Sunrise by Seaxwulf
I peer into the leavening dark,
a new light rises like the blessed yeast
as the Goddess takes her fill.
Mother Earth gives out a little yawn
as Our Lady Sun smiles upon Her face.
The sinews of the land quiver in the stillness of the breeze,
and the deep dark of the wood stands against the yearling light.
Smoke rises from quiet houses
as tender families take their brew
be it morning coffee or sweetest tea;
every day is a brand new treat.
And I myself, I find my hands around the wheel,
as I drive toward the sky
where the gold outstrips the blue,
for the Goddess it seems is nearly awake,
even as I twist around the bend.
This town and the next shall pass me by,
a circle within a circle,
going on and going out,
mindless of what we do.
eternal solace and sacred comfort
all along the road,
a stitch in time,
a note in mind.
And my engine rumbles on.
SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Sigyn by ErrantCrow
Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Never were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic
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