Someone asked what I love about my god/spirit partners and just. Let me share the gushing here
āErm. Lokiās smile. And freckles. And hair. And sense of humor.
Angrbodaās sense of humor. Her hair too, and also her smile. And those things are soooo different between the two of them.
I love Lokiās laugh. Itās like honey and liquid light and just the right amount of Jack Daniels Tennessee honey. Their skin is warm. Theyāre my moon and stars and the light of my life.
Thor is like....a tiny sun, and steady like the earth. Which isnāt to say that Loki and Angrboda arenāt, but when I think of Angrboda I think of pine. Pine needles and pine trees and how sturdy and tall and thick they are, and steady hands with bone needles sewing things or using a mortar and pestle to grind up herbs in just this steady, sure way. The steady sure hand that helps you sit up and drink bone broth. The face that looks like itās not smiling unless you know her, and then you can see it in the way the corner of her lips twitch and her eyes lighten. And Loki is just. Steady like the breath in your lungs or your pulse or the tides, constant. Like the moon appearing every night or sparks thrown off by a fire or the flash of lightening. Steady like the sky always above. And so Thor is warm and steady like the earth underfoot, like a steady growing vine, like dirt under your nails. They all kind of just make everything stop in their own way. No matter whatās going on, no matter how crazy it is, theyāre the center, theyāre stable, theyāre safe. And their hands. I love every scar and callous on their hands, even through theyāre from different thingsāthe groove a hunter gets from using a bow and arrow, too many fights, tilling, weaving, climbing....Angrboda is warm, her furs are warm and the fire in her hearth is warm. Loki is warm and he never stops moving and smiling. Thor is warm, like the sun warming the hard-packed earth. I love them.
