Loki, I beg you to allow me to know you, to approach you.

Clever and beautiful shifting one, fishnet king, harbinger of every greatest gift, father and mother of world-shaking monsters, ever-changing, ever-giving, bound in iron until the end of the world.

I love you. I know you understand the deepest grief and most exultant laughter. I know you were the one to give those deep extremes of feeling back to me, when I had them taken from me by illness. You held them safe for me, and when the storm past, you allowed me to be able to feel strongly again.

Great Loki, I love you full to bursting, and I do not know if I could ever be worthy of your attention, but whether you deign to notice me or not, I place myself in your hands. I am having a difficult time. I open my mouth and no speech comes out. I try to move but my body is still as stone.

Loki, I beg for the gift of change. Help me to transform. Unstop my mouth and feet. Help me through the fear. Without you, I am lost.

Thank you Loki for the chaos you bring into my life. And for showing me how to travel through it. You never cease to surprise and amaze. I appreciate it all.

Hail Loki!

Hail Loki!

Hail Loki!