Some Loki and Sigyn angsty-ness. :3
Another doodle in my margins >.> Old paper textures make stuff look cool, right? XD
Tag: heathenry
Praise to Sigyn, devoted mother and faithful wife, free spirit and a goddess powerful in her own right. Praise to her, who gives comfort and joy.
The bound Loki with his wife, Sigyn, who is capturing poison in a bowl so that it does not hit and harm her husband. However when she empties her bowl, drops of poison falls from the snake’s mouth and hits Loki causing him to whither in pain. His pain is said to be shown in the form of earthquakes here in Midgard.
Honor Her by honoring Her children.
Pour out offerings to Vali.
Remember the anguish of the wolf,
Who was not wolf-born.
Look at what the Aesir have done.Pour out offerings to Narvi;
call Him on the beach,
where seagulls crest,
and crestaceans scutter
across sliding sands
as the moon drops its guard beneath the horizon.
Remember the child,
slaughtered before childhood’s end.Honor Sigyn by honoring Her husband.
Praise His name
and allow no ill word of slander
to cross your lips
if you seek Her blessings.Honor Sigyn by seeking out the lonely,
the lost, the hurting, the broken.
Take it upon yourself
to weave a thread of brightness into their world
to relieve some measure of their grief
in whatever simple ways you can.Honor Sigyn by honoring those She loves.
When you have done these things,
then and only then, pour out offerings to Her.
Then and only then, seek out Her sacred places.
Then and only then, think yourself worthy of Her attention.
Honoring Sigyn © Sophie Reicher (via rokkatru)
Sigyn and Loki
I just wanted to draw a different version of the Punishment of Loki.
Desert Rose
I found it in a world of heat and sand
Blooming in the parched soil of disillusion
A single bud, sweet and scarlet
Drenched in morning dew
Rarest of treasures in this desolate land
Heartbreaking beauty in a bed of pain
Bending with the winds that sweep the dunes
Not just surviving…
But thriving
And you, my Lady of the Staying Power
You have wandered through the deserts of despair
Withstood the flames of wrath, all undeserving
As they ripped your family from your arms
Then left you alone
Catching poison in the dark
Take a look around at what you’ve come through
Bending, never broken, standing tall
Sigyn, never has another been s
Holding the Bowl 