For your crimes, Loki Laufeyson…
Her steps hit the ground with solid thumps, though her legs felt like water. They were going to give, she was sure, they would give and she would fall.
Only the damp, dark stone beneath her would break the fall. And in the darkness she would lose her courage.
You shall be bound to stone…
Her heart raced, perhaps the thumps were not from her feet. Perhaps her heart beat so loudly in her chest that it created the steady echoes the sounded in her ears.
Bound by your own blood…
Sigyn squeezed her eyes shut at the memory. The sound of her sons cries so loud in her mind that all other things were shut out. The pain of the bruises on her arms from being held back became more apparent, stinging as she carried the heavy bowl.
For all eternity…
Silent tears slipped down her cheeks, though she kept her chin high. Her bottom lip quivered, and she blinked away the blurriness of her vision.
You shall feel the pain you caused…
Her pale hand shook as she reached him, brushing his dark hair away from his quickly scarring cheek. Loki’s face was twisted in pain, jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut. “It will be alright.” She promised softly, pressing a kiss to his temple.
From the jaws of the creature you act like.
The metal was warm from where she’d held it beneath her arm, and she attempted to hold the bowl steady above his face. Her arms raised she kept her eyes down, fear lighting every one of her nerves.
No, now was not the time to be weak, to wish to hide her face. The scar on her calf burned at memories
and fear of the creature above them. Narrowing her eyes Sigyn lifted her head.Harsh eyes met hers, cold and dead to the pain their owner caused. The long and scaly body hung low, the smallest bit of light glinted off its dark skin. She forgot to breathe, frozen so still she was sure her heart had stopped. The steady drip of burning liquid broke the tense silence.
She had to be the strong one, and so she would be. A deep breath filled her lungs, this was not a time to be afraid. And so, she wouldn’t be.
Tag: heathenry
“Take My Breath Away” is playing on the radio. Loki let me see Him and Sigyn dancing together.
Their love is palpable. Their devotion is visible. I have just never. I just cant.
There is nothing that can compare.
That is Their song for me now.
Keeping Watch For Vali
I was originally holding this piece back until such time as a friend of mine could have a look at it first, but as wyrd or whatever happenstance would have it I’m not sure just now if I’ll ever hav…
An Offering to Sigyn
Ever-patient Lady
I come to you in quandary
How do you lift your bowl so high?
How do you catch the vicious venom?Lady of the Staying Power
How do you catch without seething hate?
How do work your Will?I come, a creature without patience
May I hold your bowl a moment?
May I learn of your long-suff’ring?I come, a small mortal
Offering my hand
Ever-patient Lady.© Sarenth Odinsson
An Offering to Sigyn by Sarenth Odinsson
This one is a keeper. It’s called Sigyn’s Tears. The pic doesn’t really do it justice, but there are crystal bits here and there that glisten when the light hits it right.
Would have liked to have a better “bowl” pendent (that really isn’t one), but seriously (with a few rare exceptions – either cheapy junk, or crazy expensive) the only bowls are entirely pet related – like in the whole of the internets (and anywhere nearby IRL). But it works well enough, so I’m ok with it.
Holding the Bowl 