I talk about Loki a lot, and other deities not much at all. But in fact Sigyn is just as important to me as Loki is. They come as a set, most of the time; not always together, but never far from each other.
Beware UPG.
Tag: norse
Sigyn as a Child
I don’t have a lot of experience with Sigyn as a Child, but I thought I’d try to put something together.
UPG: Sigyn is the offspring of one of the Aesir and a Jotun (specifically a Mountain Jotun, for my experiences). Because of this, She was abandoned (probably somewhere in Asgard) and eventually found by Njord, who took Her in and raised Her as a Foster-father.
From what I’ve gathered, She isn’t fond of discussing Her life before Njord found Her. This doesn’t mean She may not discuss it with someone, just that I think it’d be more tactful to approach this topic cautiously (and with the possibility that She won’t want to discuss it).
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Colors: Pastels.
Animals: Urchins, butterflies, ladybugs, snails.
Imagery: All kinds of beach stuff (first example coming to mind – seashells), white and/or pink flowers (see this Ask).
Offerings: Actions that help you connect to your inner child, butterscotch hard candies.
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More can be found at this shrine.
My tags: Sigyn as a Child, Deity: Sigyn* (general stuff).
Thor: Sleepy Lokis by kaetiegaard
cleverandengagingtitlegoeshere:
Sigyn and Vali
Based on a piece by Mary Cassatt
Dedicated to my friend Dr. Amber!
One of the reasons why i love Sigyn/Loki so much is that it directly subverts the “Woman as reward for triumph” narrative.
Loki is not a good man. And very rarely successful at his scheming. And Sigyn loves him regardless because a woman’s affections are not bestowed on the victor by fiat.
She loves him. That’s it. That’s all there is to it. He doesn’t “deserve” it he didn’t “earn” it she just DOES.
Loki’s Delight
a piece of sky
blue with a dash
of calming purple
a wisp of cloud
surrounds
the central sun-drop
precariously tethered
to the ground
with a dream
beliefs and conviction
unwavering strength
and constancy
hold the dream
tight to reality
compass point petals
guide the heart
always leading back
home
Holding the Bowl 