I'll start by posting a story about my own experience with Loki, then you all can reblog and share yours. Questions and comments are always welcome!
My first time reaching out to Loki (and when I began to officially work with him):
I was raised in a very Christian home and told from a young age that no other spiritualities were real. That they had all been proven false, according to my family.
So I had no idea what was really out there! That is, until I met a friend who worked with Loki. For a long time, I thought that my friend meant Marvel's Loki and I thought it a bit odd. It was when I began to feel as if I didn't fit in or belong in my family or their religious views that my friend said something that would start a chain reaction in my life.
"I'm glad Loki isn't like that."
That's what my friend said. A sentence that normally would have been disregarded by me, but in my time of uncertainty I noticed it.
Then I started asking questions, starting with the most obvious: "Do you mean Marvel Loki?"
My friend answered all of my questions patiently, and then suggested that I look into it more. I did a bit of research and came across a blog on Tumblr. (I hope you don't mind the tag) @lokeanwelcomingcommittee
And I read their posts and decided (immaturely at the time) to try working with Loki. Looking back at it, I should have read more before doing so. I'm glad, though, that it worked out!
After reaching out to Loki, asking to work with him, I went outside for a walk. I took two steps onto my porch and fell in. One of the boards in my deck collapsed and I got my leg stuck.
After getting my leg out, I interpreted the experience as Loki saying he wasn't interested. I eventually ended up working with Freyr, but I still felt drawn to Loki.
After about a year of working with Freyr and resisting the urge to try again with Loki (for fear of another accident) I finally gave it another try.
I was on the way to the pool one day and I asked Loki to give me a sign if he wanted to work with me. Several things happened and, while I noticed the connections, I disregarded them (because I am as dense as a pile of rocks). On the way home that evening, I said something along the lines of "I'm still waiting for a sign if you wanna work with me. Just please don't throw me through a porch again."
That night, as I slept, I dreamt of a green eyed ginger. He said "How many signs do I have to send? Do I have to spell it out for you?" (His voice was more teasing than angry)
He told me how he'd sent several signs that day and I said "Oh! Sorry, I'm dense." To which he said "Yeah! I can tell!"
Again, I'd love to hear your stories or your comments! Stay safe, everyone!