Hearth and Home
By Brandie FlowersThe fire crackles within the huge stone fireplace. The flames dance as a small blond woman checks the stew she is brewing. It is the larger pot than she usually uses. Loki had asked her to make more than normal for his other two sons and daughter and his second wife where showing up today. He wanted them to meet. Sigyn checked the bread in the oven build in the wall next to the fireplace. She smiles the bread looks like it is almost there.
She looks around her home. It looks beautiful and lived in. It is clean but does not look as if dirt is unwelcome within her home. She has two sons and a husband dirt is always trailing about in her home. She still had not figured out how they trailed dirt around the way they did. It was a great puzzle for she did not trail dirt why did they?
She started on the pies she wanted to cook next. The pie was a berry pie; blueberry, strawberry, raspberry. She smiled at it as she finished off the crust trapping the almost overflowing berries within the pie itself. She placed it to cook next to the bread that was almost done.
She once again checked the table. She had it set for who was coming plus a few plates. Loki’s family would sometimes come by unannounced during dinner and Sigyn wanted them to feel welcome and wanted and not like intruders. She felt a tugging on her skirt.
“They should be here soon.” She smiled down at the little red curly haired girl in her care. Her hair was wild and untamable no matter what her and Sigyn’s tried to get it to behave. “Maybe a braid?” The little girl nodded. Sigyn followed the little girl over to the chair and footstool. She sat in the chair and the girl sat on the foot stool. The two wrestled with the girl child’s hair. She got it to braid with much fussing and trying. The little girl stood and hugged her. They looked at each other and smiled.
“My hair gives me just as much trouble.” She smiled at her foster child. “My hair is just as curly.”
They both giggle and than sit for there really was noting to do until the guests arrived.
Tag: heathenry
Her complete occupation with the bowl and the poison — and Her failure to completely avoid the situation’s evil and pain — speaks less to Sigyn’s weakness and more to the combined power of Odhinn and Skadhi, who laid this curse upon Loki together. It is a force so grave that even the Incantation-Fetter cannot avoid it — She must devote Her whole attention to steer it aside, and then only for a time. And in this process, She knows the suffering of those She protects. – Ljot Lokadis

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I begin with You, Sweet Sigyn, Lady of Loyalty, Delight of Loki’s Hall
I hail You always, Lady of Unyielding Gentleness, Lady of the Staying Power;
not to what I think You are, but to what You know Yourself to be.Hail to Sigyn, delight of Her husband
Hail to Sigyn, devoted Mother
Hail to Sigyn, who holds all things in Her heart
May my devotion to You never waver
May You always be honoredComforter of Loki, may You be comforted
Shield of His heart, may You be strengthened
Joy of His house and hall, may You be filled with Joy.Gentle Goddess, may You find peace
May Your duty bring fruitful reward and surcease of sorrow to those You love.Hail to Sigyn, Lady of Unyielding Gentleness
Hail to Sigyn, Lady of the Staying Power
Hail to Sigyn, Victory Woman.May You find rest from the burden of Your sorrows.






