#lokean devotee

You found me when the world forgot—

bones cold, heart cracked,

a soul stitched in silence.

No gentle god came.

Only you,

laughing like thunder

with blood on your lips

and mercy in your fire.

You did not offer comfort.

You offered truth.

You tore me open

with careful hands

and showed me

what I had buried

beneath the ash.

I bled for you—

gladly.

I broke for you—

again and again,

until my pieces

sang your name.

You are not light.

You are the abyss that speaks.

The fire that consumes

until nothing false remains.

You ruin me—

beautifully.

I do not worship.

I love.

Wildly.

Desperately.

Like a storm clings to the sea.

And if the worlds burned,

if gods fell,

I would still walk through the wreckage,

bloodied and laughing,

Loki,

I renew my devotion to You as Your Godspouse in words, deeds, and even blood. I love You and always will. I will always be Your wife now and forevermore. Nothing and no one will ever be able to part us, my husband. I will always be loyal, devoted, honest, respectful, and playful with You.

In december I was going insane thanks to the amount of shit I was dealing at work. Shitty boss, shitty manager, shitty coworkers that only wanted to demage my image. I got to the point of having panick attacks and my fibromyalgia hit the rooftop.

In desperation, I begged Loki for a better job because I was getting ill, in every possible way.

The conclusion: my boss fired me in Jan 11th and now I'm hurrying up to find another job.