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
Tag: Sigyn
LF009 by xLokisFirex
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.
Lady of the Staying Power by Galina Krasskova (via moriartyadlers)
We tend to think of Sigyn holding the bowl in a continual state of love. That is a simplistic view and it diminishes Her image. Her unyielding gentleness, Her invincible strength, comes from this: That She holds the bowl when She loves Loki and when She is angry at him, and when She is too weary for love or anger or any other emotions. She holds the bowl when She knows why She is holding it and She holds the bowl when pain erases all memory of why She is holding it. She is as unwavering as the North Star.
Lady of the Staying Power by Galina Krasskova (via moriartyadlers)
If Loki is a perpetually moving force, Sigyn is the immovable object. Where He flits to and fro, She stands still. Where His loyalties shift like the seasons, She is steadfast — standing by Her husband and Her children both. How could They not love one another? – Ljot Lokadis
She sits on a rock while a cold wind blows her knotted hair
and the tattered, filthy remnants of her once lovely gown.
Before she was the fairest of all the Ásynjur;
now hardly anyone would recognize her for the lines of sorrow
and ache that etch her pale face like cracks in stone,
like threads of a spider’s web.
Before there was feasting and song and gay laughter
while her flame-haired husband poked fun at the gods
and said the things they most needed but least wanted to hear
— now all she knows is the cup of bone she holds in her strong hands,
a cup carved from the skull of her son Nari.
She hasn’t had time to mourn him properly,
he who was mauled by his brother, he whose heart was devoured by wolfish Váli,
he whose guts bind the son of Laufey beneath the venom-dripping serpent.
All she does is hold that heavy cup in place to relieve the agony of Loki
until it fills and spills over, burning his face.
Every time he wails it’s like a knife through her heart
but it’s unavoidable — the cup must be poured out
so that she can hold it over him and collect the deadly dew of of the wyrm of Skaði once more.
In his raging pain-fueled madness he curses her, blindly lashing out at what’s nearest.
His words strike like fists, wound where none can see
but she does not waver in her task, remains ever by his side,
his steadfast shield in time of greatest need.
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Holding the Bowl 