Day I – for Loki, Creator of Worlds
You rose up from the primordial grime
hand in hand with Your brothers,
savage yet determined fury
under the light of a cold-bladed moon.
You destroyed Your ancestor,
ruined Him, the indolent breeder,
clotted up his gaping maw
silenced his screeching snores and groans
that ever rattled the wyrm-like field.
You swept it all away and from His bones
built anew, a web of worlds-
bleak in their youth, rich in their promise,
rising and shining in the boughs of the Tree.
You made of his screams a symphony,
bone beautiful and clean.
There was no remorse in You
but elation, satisfaction.
Let there be no remorse in me either,
for the things that I must do
Hail to You, Loður,
Whose blood stained fingers
painted our flesh a lively hue.
Day 2 for Loki, Friend of Odin
He Who battles alongside His friends
maintains the strength of Asgard,
using His gifts to challenge the giants,
using His body to subvert Svaðilfari’s Master.
He pours treasure down upon His allies,
He rains wrath down upon His foes.
His victory lies in the longest game,
and of all the Gods, not even He
knows its end.
Bright as fire, slippery as a fish,
drenched in the well-bright, whispered warnings,
this God comes. He challenges everything,
laughing around a bonfire encompassing even
His own destruction.
He knows that with chaos
to turn the final battle on its end,
to grab victory out of the maws of the wolf,
a celebration of blood and steel,
and those who think He lacks courage
know not what His courage has cost.
Hail to You, Loki, friend of Thor,
Who works Your wiles in Odin’s shadow
so the Old Man may shine all the more.
Hail to the fighter Whose wit is a wound
deadlier than poison in the heart of Their enemies.
May we always honor You, oh God Who finds the loops
in every loophole. Show us too how to be slippery
and hard to catch in the maze of things that would bind us
away from our Gods, stifle our devotion, and burden our hearts
Day 3 – for Loki, Clever and Cunning
You are the fire that burns in Odin’s shadow
The stitch holding the worlds together,
The whisper ever unquiet igniting dissatisfaction.
You keep us from succumbing.
You make memory blaze and sear
Driving us inevitably back to the Gods
Our ancestors forgot.
Bright flickering fire
To Grimnir’s icey dark
The two of You brought the worlds to life
(Hoenir granting order and sense)
and You will bring it back to life again:
restoring what must be restored
even if it must be done in blood and fire.
May we work with the Gods always,
Grant us that, oh clever Roarer*,
And never, ever against,
No matter how rough and challenging
The road may grow.
Hail to You, Loki,
On this, Woden’s Day.
Day 4 – for Loki, Friend of Thor
You are the best and most loyal of friends, Oh Loki,
You Who tangle and untangle the toughest of fates.
You walk through every terror, every challenge
At the side of Your allies and friends,
And the trouble You cause ever works in Your favor.
You, Lopt, bend every error to Your will
And there is no lock You cannot open.
Like a green eyed glittering spider
Sitting in a massive web,
There is no secret of Gods or men
You do not know, and You keep them
Secreted away keen weapons easily summoned
To Your witty lips and hands.
You pour treasure into the hands of your companions,
From You, Thor gained His mighty hammer,
Odin His spear, Frey His magical ship,
And many other glorious gifts.
You ever gift us as well, most often
When we are reluctant, recalcitrant
And resistant to Your mercy.
Never cease, Fiery Hearted Sky-treader
To open us up to all the potentialities
The Gods can provide,
especially when we beg you not to.
Hail to You, Loki, the best of friends
In our time of need, always and ever after.
Day 5 – For Loki, Best of Husbands, Beloved of Sigyn
You, Loki, are the most tender-hearted of Gods.
No one knows this save Sigyn. You keep it well hidden,
preferring to present to the world a mask of careless abandon,
and to Your family a façade of unbreakable strength.
Sigyn is onto You though, this wife Whom You love beyond all others.
She knows You well and She has seen Your eyes, bright and shining
as You cradled Your sons in Your arms. She has seen You,
when all masks fall away as You play and wrestle with Your children,
those You have with Her, and those shapeshifting wildlings: serpent, wolf,
and Lady of grace and death. You are laughing, loving clay in Their little,
sometimes grubby, hands.
She has seen, Oh Wildfire God, the joy with which You scoop Them up,
sweet and clumsy little toddlers with their delightful cries of “Papa.”
She has seen, She knows what a balm They are to Your bruised heart.
She knows how They are Your reason for being,
and how deep Your love for Them and for Her as well flows.
They are Your bedrock, and that for which You would burn a thousand worlds,
or build a thousand up again.
You love Your family, Loki, and They are the greatest sanctuary You will ever know.
The home You have built with Them is a haven flourishing and happy.
There is such joy there and when Your friend Thor comes to visit,
Narvi and Vali raise holy hell racing and playing with Magni, Modi, and Thrudr,
and it leaks out into the worlds bringing laughter and lightness of heart
to all mortals– and Gods too –lucky enough to taste its flavor.
Sigyn knows these things and is satisfied.
A good father and good husband are gifts beyond price.
The worlds are sustained by Their hope and hard work.
Hail to You, Beloved of Sigyn,
Tender flame of Her hearth
Teach us to nourish the loves given into our care
And take joy in the process.
Hail to You, Loki.
Day 6 – Loki, Purifier and Liberator
People don’t understand what You do.
They don’t want to understand
because You are the least likely God
to allow Himself to be contained neatly
in the pages of a book, to be pushed aside,
explained away, or made palatable
to minds unwilling for all the grace and blessings the Gods can bring.
You are never small and You push Your people
beyond the confines, safe spaces and choking boundaries
that we all would sometimes lock around ourselves,
to keep anxieties at bay. You counsel us to fuck our anxieties,
to do what needs to be done anyway, knowing the price,
spitting upon it, and paying it willingly.
You roar out across the worlds, tease Your way into our minds
set our hearts on holy fire, and beckon us to come to You
and oh, we do and the world is never the same again.
You Loki are our liberator.
You tear our limitations apart.
You, Skytreader, raise us up,
shaking us loose of the pollution that clouds our senses,
You, unstoppable heat and scorching fire,
demand discernment and goad us into courage,
as You are made of courage,
and glee at being the whirlwind
across the worlds, through the worlds, between the worlds,
and in every nook and hidden cranny challenging entropy.
You run riotous rough-shod over them – and us as well-
Cleaning out, tearing up, and dancing, sometimes maniacally,
on the scraps and confetti of our assumptions,
until we arrive, sweating and laughing, sobbing, and quaking,
filled with reverence, opened by awe, at the feet of the Gods
Whom we love. Then, and only then,
when we have been properly prepared,
can we fully take up the task of supporting Them
in the ongoing work of creation.
May we do this fiercely, formidably, and without hesitation.
May we throw ourselves into all that You offer,
So that we may offer all to our Gods in turn,
through the laughing, seething grace,
We have been gifted by You.
Hail to You, Loki, in all ways,
by every name You may ever be called.
We ask Your blessings and thank you –
in advance because we’ll be too busy
trying to keep our footing during—
for the grace of Your attentions.
Hail to You, Balance-Breaker,
Hail to You, most-challenging God.
Day 7 – for Loki,
In the blistering furnace of our hearts,
may You be hailed.
In the fierce rantings of mind and memory,
may You be hailed.
In the tumultuous storm of our senses,
may we gasp, and chant, and sing Your praises.
May our lips burn with whispered adorations to You.
May our bodies shake in the onslaught of Your presence.
Where You are honored, there be in all of Your glory.
Where You are reviled, there also be,
and work Your cunning wiles.
May You ever be the unquiet thought,
the unruly impulse, the unwary stirring
of holy cravings, the longing for internal revolution,
the descant-mad, dervish-driven
prophetic-spewing roar that drives us
ever and always, unceasingly, unmercifully
into the arms of our own liberation.
Hail Loki, Liberator,
cunning, wild, and wise.
May You ever be hailed.
(Loki prayer cycle by G. Krasskova)
*One of his lesser known by-names is Hveðrungr (Roarer).
(image by W. McMillan, available as a prayer card here.)