#loki prayer

[lokisflame]

Thank You, Trickster

Thank you, Trickster,

for making me laugh

on the darkest days

for wrapping me up

in a warm embrace

when I’m scared 

or vulnerable

Thank you, Trickster,

for telling me to

question all,

to get back up whenever I fall,

for helping me find 

my own inner strength

Thank you, Trickster,

for showing me

when to allow myself 

the chance to change

when to tear it all down

and when to plant my

feet firm

when to fight with my teeth

and when to fight with my words

when to cling to something

and when to let it all burn

thank you, Trickster

Thank you, Trickster, 

for sharing with me

this sacred rage

helping me carry

this raw pain

for being a spark 

of my liberation flame

thank you, Trickster

Thank you, Trickster,

whose presence of 

chaos and laughter

and darkness and light

has been with me 

for so much of my life

thank you, Trickster

Thank you, Trickster,

teller of hard truths

whisperer of the lies

I need to hear

flame-dancer

wind-prancer

father of Fenrir

mother of Sleipnir

guide and friend

god and Jotun

bringer of love and light

and warmth

as well as deceit, darkness,

and the cold of the 

mountainous land

in which

you were born

you help me to see

my chains, Trickster,

you help me set me 

free

when I am afraid to step, 

you push me

make me leap

thank you, Trickster,

you mean so much 

to me

god of change, chaos, 

liberation, the in-between,

quick wits, vengeance, laughter, 

the god of trickery

A devotional poem/prayer that I wrote for Loki.

[riddle-me-witch]

Lord Loki, as the Solstice approaches, I pray for your blessing on my Jól. As family holiday traditions seek to pull me and my chosen family away from our own holiday choices and religious practices, I pray for your chaos and comfort, to redirect this winter's path and disrupt those who would take away our choice and joy.

And I pray for the same grace and blessing of your chaos and twisting upon each and every one of my pagan brethren who also wish for it.

🐍🔥❄️🐺🏹

[broomsick]

Locks of red and untamable spirit

Wild and cunning, that none may miss your wit

Laufey’s son of many faces

Hear my call and guide my path

May we bask in your blessing and graces

Protected always by your holy wrath.

Though I am to your workings blind

Your laughter crackles at the back of my mind

Loud and clear when you are at ease

Yet warm and sweet like the summer breeze.

Our love for you knows no end

And each day your stories we sing

So that our wounds you may mend

And your wisdom to us bring.

Across the seas may you ride

Foretelling the end of all

Neither do we cower nor hide

For we stand proud and tall.

[chaos-spice-and-vibing]

I made a picrew of how loki appears to me

[flower-in-the-ashes]

I can count every groove of his spine with my fingers,

Trace out my rosary as I recite my prayers.

Rapture in its purest form, divine ecstasy.

I would pray every hour of every day if I could,

Make my bed my altar, my altar my bed.

Meet god amongst the stars,

Make love to the universe,

Gasp within the full embrace of a galaxy,

Exhale the hymn of a name.

Holy name, holy well, holy tongue,

Drink deep.

Let the candles burn to the quick,

Fingertips run over sacred scripture etched into scarred skin,

A roadmap of survival and strength immortalized in the flesh.

Who can fuck god and be sane?

A godly tide of madness and pleasure.

Who can taste the night wind and the starry sky and be content with mortal men?

A god of fiery passions and the death of satisfaction.

I taste the beginning of time on his tongue,

The first quickening of life,

The turn of the ages,

The blood of the first people, his blood, mine.

Oh to be cursed and blessed, damned and saved, entangled and enraptured,

To be utterly devoured by a god and in the end only seek to be devoured again,

Laying in the dark with nothing but his heartbeat to guide my hands and teeth,

Bread,

Body of a god,

They who devour the hearts of witches and are in turn devoured.

A hungry, thirsty god is not such a terrible thing.

Quench them,

Feed them well,

Devour and be devoured,

Speak in tongues, kiss the bloodstained lips,

Pray.

©️ 2020 flower-in-the-ashes, “Pray”

[annabellanightshade]

Prayer to Loki

Loki with your eyes of fire,

and a cunning I admire,

Watch over me come day or night,

And be my guiding light,

Chaos your origin, trickery your game,

Mischief the cause of your fame,

Worshiping you as I do,

I entrust my life to you

This is the first prayer I’ve ever written, and I’m not the most creative, but I really enjoyed the experience.

[eclecticwiiitchy-blog]

Um so I kid you not, yesterday I made an offering of dandelions to Loki and this shows up in my fire pit where I burned the dandelions the next day.

Don’t know if they’re related but what the fuck.

[lokisflame]

Finally upgraded my Lokean prayer beads to metal wire rather than bead string and it is so much better!