#loki pagan

[fox-n-trinkets]

PMO seeing pagan videos using fucking ai in the actual visuals, there’s hundreds of art depictions, both new and old, that are made by real artists. AI shouldn’t belong in spaces such as ones designed to teach people about human experiences such as religion in any form.

i hate that ai has been so entangled with information and art, it doesn’t belong in either.

[lokisflame]

Lokabrenna

(Poem by me)

Dance in the fire’s warmth

Burn anew

Time to shine

Like a star

And stars are known to die

Like our certainty of

Who we are

Transform

In the light

Of Loki’s fire

Laugh in the face

Of challenge

And fear

Do not accept

Fate can’t be changed

Do what you

Put off to

Next year

Sing and frolic

Don’t be stopped

By judgment or fear

Embrace the bright light

As the world feels so dim

It is the time

Of Loki Laufeyjarson

Fight for the living

And dance

[witchcraftandbergamottea]

What my deities see on a daily basis (I’d say several times a day and I’m beyond happy they tolerate me ) 😄

[mellowgrungeweasel]

Storytime : when I first started working with Loki, I didn't get much contact as I was spiritually constipated lol.. But one night, after praying and crying to Loki, I had a dream, a weird, 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙙 dream about a gay horse (no idea how I knew it was gay) by my bed, saying "You gotta serve more cunny, hunny~" And I still think about it to this day..

[lokaasenna]

FELLOW BEAUTIFUL LOKEANS

i have a question

so, we all know how the 13th of every month is sacred to loki?

especially friday the 13th?

well, this year there are THREE friday the 13th(s)! february, march, and november!!

but i guess yall already knew.

well, i have a test on february 13th, do you guys think its gonna bring me luck or is it gonna be a regular day?

i will, of course, make sure to make my offerings to loki before and after the test

[runningw-thewolves]

Norse Inspired Vicious Mockeries

CONTEXT: I am working on a DnD Emo Viking Bard character who worships Loki and decided to come up with a list of vicious mockeries to use. In devotion to Loki, I share them with you. Long post alert! Also, TW for crude and dark humour!

You could roll a natural twenty to persuade Odin to help you, and he still wouldn't help your sorry ass.

Did you make a pact with Tyr? Cause he reached out the hand that sits in Fenrir's belly.

You could pay me with boots, a horse and a sword and I still wouldn't bother being nice to you. (This one is inspired by the Lokasenna!)

If you were in a battle with Bragi and I had to bet on who would win, I'm betting on Bragi.

You could lather yourself in salt and herbs and fuck off to the sea, Jormungandr still wouldn't eat junk food.

Odin sacrificed himself on Yggdrasil to bring us language, and I see it's wasted on you.

Freyja could be charmed into drinking a love potion, and even she'd be turned off just looking at you.

You wanna drink beer served by the Valkyrie? Now, let's not get overzealous, you're barely on their radar.

The air we breathe is a gift from Ymir; the fact you're breathing it shows even gifts can be a mistake.

You could try and give the daughters of Hymir a bl*wjob, they'd be left so disappointed they'd just kill you. (Another Lokasenna inspired one!)

Bet you Heimdall came by looking to get f*cked, saw you and immediately knew there was nothing here for him.

You could leave your shoes out during the Wild Hunt, filled to the brim with gold, Odin wouldn't notice.

Loki tells me you're so pathetic he's advised me not to insult you.

Keep talking and Thor will give up on humanity, guarantee it.

Message from Loki; he knows you want his attention, he's not interested, so fuck off.

You could pray to have a quick death come Ragnarok, and your prayer would be answered with immortality.

What, you think they're your mates? They wouldn't even put their hands inside Fenrir's maw to save you.

It is said Hel prepares halls and homes for us to arrive in Helheim to; you're lucky if you get a dog house.

Any time Munnin or Huginn check in on you, they have nothing to report back to Odin.

You could challenge Fenrir to an arm wrestle and he'd refuse cause it's illegal to abuse children.

To Frigg, you're just like mistletoe; literally not worth talking to.

Your feet could be the most pristine, well kept beauties in all the realms… Skadi still wouldn't f*ck you.

You know, it's really brave of you to assume you're going to Valhalla. You'd be lucky just to die today.

I can't believe I'm expected to fight a miniscule snapping, snuffling creature like you. (Another Lokasenna inspired one!)

Someone could hide a juicy steak in the hay beneath your feet, you're so stupid you wouldn't ever find it. (Another Lokasenna inspired one!)

We get it, you think you're manly. Odin and Thor are more manly than you when they're crossdressing. (NOTE: The joke isn't Odin and Thor crossdressing, it's that they are more masculine than whatever edgy macho you're fighting while they are wearing dresses.)

Mate, I don't know why you're trying, Odin just decided you're gonna lose.

The great steed, Sleipnir, would sooner be used in a terrible PETA ad than let you ride him.

Odin once said that the wise know when to be quiet; I'd heed his advice.

You'd be the sort of idiot to have Fenrir ready to rip you apart and you'd call him a "good boy".

Sigyn, Goddess of Loyalty, Kindness and Mercy… Nothing. You've never felt her presence. What worse can I do when she's already slaughtered you?

You could stumble into the Ironwood, Angrboda wouldn't even bother hunting you, nevermind talking to you.

And you are the exact reason why Jotuns hate (insert lifeform here).

Loki could walk into a hall to fight the Gods, but the minute he sees you he'd leave, you're that insufferable.

You would try and cut Sif's hair, only to end up cutting your own finger off.

When the dwarves made Gleipnir, they asked for seven ingredients. They originally considered you, but decided even that was too high a calling for you.

If you have any other Norse themed vicious mockery ideas, feel free to add them in a reblog or something. I doubt all of these are perfect but it's a start.

[trickster--angel]

>:3 I drew Loki! (Asked loki's permission considering I got the urge to draw him at 1 am so just had to make sure he was fine with me sharing it)I'm really proud of it and happy it turned out very well!

[nonbeans]

To Loki:

I almost typed your name as Loko. I guess it's partly true.

I know I've been hesitant to talk to you and I don't even know why.

I guess I'm afraid I won't hear anything back. I'm sure you're busy.

There's definitely enough going on, on earth for you to have your hands full.

I'm struggling with the chaos and the change. I keep trying to remind myself that this chaos won't be constant. That it's hopefully only four years and that it will end eventually.

But how many will have died or suffered?

How many of my trans, immigrant, black, indigenous siblings will die or suffer. How many will no longer exist because of their own doing?

Many did not survive last time.

This one is worse.

I don't want the US to be 1930s Germany but those in power don't care what we want. We tell and scream and unless we continuously, thousands of us, scream at them to stop, then they won't.

They have backed off on some trivial things about day to day life. But then they flop again and say they will do something even worse than they said before.

I am scared. I have certain privileges that are restricted by my being disabled and trans and queer and female assigned. But I will scream with the white citizen mouth that I have. However long that privilege lasts.

I know I probably sound like a broken record from the last time we talked in November. And it's partly true. But it's worse now. And I'm even more scared.

I know I also sound like a twelve year old writing in their diary to a god. That's also partway true. Sometimes it feels like I never grew up. They're still in there. Scared shitless and feeling alone.

I don't know what I expected you to do. I guess I just find comfort in your change, in your chaos, in your ability to turn a situation that is scary into an opportunity. One to possibly turn a page or swing the balance of history back to something brighter.

Anyway Loki, I think about you often. Maybe too much. Maybe just enough. And I'm still scared. But I know you hear me, and are listening.