And, yes. I know he’s not deaf in the MCU. But I don’t fucking care. He should be deaf.
Deaf Clint Barton is important!
Disabled superheroes are important. Disabled superheroes going through things that their super powers, abilities, and skills cannot fix is important. Disabled superheroes trying to figure out how they fit into an abled and very often ableist world is important.
Disabled superheroes becoming determined to not let their disability defeat them is important.
Disabled superheroes ASKING FOR HELP is important.
No, there is no surviving story about this from Old Norse literature. I’m not aware of any story about them meeting, so I don’t know where the story that you found comes from. For better or worse, it’s very easy to be completely exhaustive with regard to Sigyn, because there is so little lore about her. Here is a list of every reference to Sigyn in Norse mythology that I have been able to find. Since a lot of people have questions about Sigyn, I’ve decided that while this may be overkill for answering your question, others might find an exhaustive list of sources useful.
Völuspá
Þar sitr Sigyn þeygi um sínum ver velglýjuð
‘There sits Sigyn (under Hveralundr, with Loki) but not, of/concerning her husband, happy.’
Lokasenna (epilogue):
Sigyn, kona Loka, sat þar ok helt munnlaug undir eitrið. En er munnlaugin var full, bar hon út eitrið, en meðan draup eitrit á Loka.
‘Sigyn, Loki’s wife, sat there and held a washbasin under the venom. But when the washbasin was full, she poured the venom out, and meanwhile the venom dripped on Loki.’
Gylfaginning “About Loki Laufeyjarson”:
Kona hans heitir Sigyn, sonr þeira Nari eða Narfi.
‘His wife is named Sigyn, their son is Nari or Narfi.’
Gylfaginning “Loki bound”
…en Sigyn, kona hans, stendr hjá honum ok heldr mundlaug undir eitrdropa. En þá er full er mundlaugin, þá gengr hon ok slær út eitrinu, en meðan drýpr eitrit í andlit honum.
‘…but Sigyn, his wife, stands next to him and holds a washbasin under the venom drops. But then when the washbasin is full, she goes and pours out the venom, and meanwhile the venom drips onto his face.’
Skáldskaparmál
In the beginning of Skáldskaparmál she is listed among the deities who are present when they host Ægir. Later in the list of kennings for Loki, ver Sigynjar ‘husband of Sigyn’ is mentioned.
There are two kennings for Loki in skáldic poetry that refer to him in relation to Sigyn. The first is farmr Sigynjar arma ‘burden of Sigyn’s arms’ from Haustlǫng by Þjóðólfr úr Hvini.
The second is farmr arma hafts galdrs, from Þórsdrápa by Eilífr Goðrúnarson from around the year 1000. This is a compound kenning, and it’s not certain that this is the order of the words; skáldic poetry has extremely open-ended sentence structure and words, which are marked for grammar by their ending, can appear in nearly any order, but in this case three of four words are in the genitive case making it impossible to determine the order by means of grammar. However it clearly follows the same pattern as Þjóðólfr’s Loki-kenning mentioned above. It seems interpretable ‘burden of the arms of (the) magic-deity’ (from haft, literally ‘fetter’ but often refers to the gods, especially in the plural hǫft) or ‘burden of the arms of (the) captive of magic’ (from haftr ‘prisoner, captive’).
On the Skáldic Poetry Project website, they’ve analyzed Eilífr’s verse completely differently, so that the kenning is farmr arma meinsvarra and translated ‘The cargo of the arms of the harm-woman,’ but this is so far unpublished and it’s not clear how the rest of the verse was analyzed (that is, what galdrs and hafts are supposed to mean in that case).
The Gosforth Cross
The last is not a textual reference but rather the image carved on the Gosforth Cross, a stone cross in Gosforth, England, depicting scenes from Norse mythology, particularly from ragnarök:
These are all of the references that I have ever managed to find to Sigyn. It’s not impossible that I missed something, but here’s how I searched in case anyone wants to look for more: searched “Sigyn” and “Loki” on the Skáldic Poetry Project, searched “Sigyn”, “Sigynjar”, “Sigvin”, and “Sigvinjar” on the Árni Magnússon Institute’s database of Norse/Icelandic texts, looked up “Sigyn” in Finnur Jónsson’s version of Sveinbjörn Egilsson’s Lexicon Poeticum. That’s pretty thorough, but it would not turn up the Gosforth Cross for example, I just happened to know about that.
– Þorraborinn
Friendly signal boost/reminder that anything you see around the intarwebs about Sigyn and Loki’s meeting, Sigyn’s heritage, Sigyn as a daughter of Freyja, as one of the Vanir, as a foster daughter of Njord, as one of Odin’s Valkyrjur; these are all fabricated ideas. Perfectly fine ideas, of course, but not from the lore: the above snippets and examples are literally all we have on Sigyn. I you see anything about Sigyn’s characteristics or behavior, anything that’s more than just her name, it’s conjecture. These are the only things that can be sourced. The rest we are free to theorize upon.
When your best friends or people you have never met… Yep, I think that describes quite a few of us. Do you have friends online who you would call TRUE friends? Share about how you met, how often you connect. We would love to hear your experience! #InvisibleIllness #ThisIsChronicIllness
I haven’t read this article yet, but I think it will definitely apply to me. My best friends communicate with me via Facebook and Tumblr, with the occasional email. 🙂
I find the greatest comfort from my chronic illness friends online ❤
[A wooden bowl sits in the foreground with a tall glass and notecard behind it. The notecard has a prayer and a heart shaped leaf on it, and the glass is decorated with hearts and ladybugs and holds a small heart.]
My ‘rents and I went to Supercuts because my bangs (fringe?) needed a trim, mom needed a haircut and my dad needed haircut and a beard trim.
I’m at the back half of my sensory-hell-everything-hurts phase due to Aunt Flo’s visit, but my choice was go today or wait another month and my bangs were literally poking me in the eyes. So I went. I had my black Tangle and my No Gloom ‘Shroom. I took earplugs in a baggie too, just in case.
We get into Supercuts and it’s loud. Hair dryers, clippers, an angry yelling kid getting his first haircut(he gets a pass tho, poor kid!) while another kid– a little black girl who was probably 10 or so– played with the wooden blocks in the toybox with her parents nearby. Yeah, Supercuts has stuff to entertain kids.
I sat off to the side by the toybox and did my head-ducked-temple-tapping routine that I do when I’m overloaded. It wasn’t enough to send me into a meltdown, but I had to really focus. I put my No Gloom ‘Shroom in my mouth and twiddled my Tangle as I angled my head to watch the kid playing with the blocks. She was cute! I don’t know what the hairstyle is called, but she had her hair done up in lots of braids that stuck out every which-way with cute ponytail holders on the ends, and the parts in her hair looked like patchwork on her scalp. (I love seeing little black girls with that hairstyle, it’s adorbs!) I also noticed she was sucking on a pink pacifier.
I put my head down again. About five seconds later the little girl came over and handed me one of the green triangle-shaped blocks. They were wood with grain on one edge, but finished smooth to prevent splinters. She jiggled the block up and down and I immediately pocketed my Tangle and rubbed my finger on the grain. Her face kept the same curious expression, but she jumped up and down like I answered a question correctly.
This kid picked up on my distress and comforted me with something that made her feel good.
Her parents didn’t interject. They probably figured out I was autistic too by the way I acted when I sat down. I glimpsed them smiling a bit in my peripheral vision as I showed the girl how cool it felt to rub the grain-side of two triangle blocks together.
I didn’t say a word to her, I just got down on the floor beside her and lined up blocks with her. Sometimes I took the round peg shaped ones and rolled them back and forth between my hands like a kitten batting a ball around. She picked up the rectangle block and dropped it repeatedly on the little play mat like she was experimenting with all the ways she could make it land. It felt so natural, like we carried on a sensory conversation that included only us.
We didn’t look at each other at all, except to watch our hands and the blocks. We played with those blocks until it was my turn to get my bangs trimmed.
The place got quieter when the future death metal scream kid was finished having his first haircut. NOW I could really relax all the way, just in time to put up with the unpleasantness of a bang trim. I was a lot calmer and I attribute the biggest part of that to the girl inviting me to talk to her. I gave back the block the girl gave me and jiggled her hand like she jiggled mine. It was how she said hello, so I thought I would use it to say goodbye. She slapped the floor as I got up and resumed playing like she was before.
I heard her parents praise her when I walked off to my bangs trimmed. Her parents were complimenting her for communicating with me her way instead of trying to force non-autistic interaction. They respected her behavior as meaningful rather than dismissing it as “meaningless repetitive movements”.
hint: if a person with clinical depression and anxiety says theyre tired …. dont tell them they have no reason to be …. bc guess what….. They Know and Its Shitty
Louder!!!
I just want to add one thing-
If you have depression or anxiety? you’re not tired for no reason.
You’re tired because you have depression/anxiety.
Not only do they both come with low energy/fatigue as a legit common side effect, but they’re both fucking /exhausting/. fighting your brain all the time? exhausting. adrenaline crashes from anxiety/panic attacks? exhausting. being on edge all the time? exhausting. plus doing things costs /more/ energy when you have those mental illnesses.
You’re not tired for no reason, you’re tied because you have an illness that makes you tired.