I would like to take this opportunity to introduce
myself; I am the Norse God Loki. I have been described as one
of the world's major Trickster Gods, a title I am proud to claim.
I am usually quite the rascal, charming when need be, crafty,
sneaky, silly, with a wonderfully sardonic sense of humor always
aimed at others, and at other times, I can be even downright malicious.
I am known for using my quick wit to find my way out of a jam.
I can even shapeshift at will. But over time I have become increasingly
nasty in my reputation. Perhaps, if I tell my story, my greatness
will once again be appreciated and my current horrid situation
will be better understood.
I will begin my story at the building of Asgard,
which is the place that all the major Nordic gods live, sort of
like Nordic god "Head Quarters," so to speak. Anyway
as typical, the other gods spent all the money and didn't have
enough to finish the protective wall. So while they all stood
around looking totally lost, I came up with this awesome plan.
I would ask this Giant to build it for us and just to keep him
on schedule, I offered the Goddess Freya to him if he could get
it done on time. I never expected him to show up with this huge
stallion, which could haul boulders like there was no tomorrow!
Man did he work hard! He was almost done and with only three days
to go, Freya was a mess and the other gods were coming unglued.
So I came up with a plan quick. I changed myself into the most
beautiful mare and went and seduced the Giant's stallion. We romped
and chased each other off into the forest and the poor Giant couldn't
get the job done on time. It put him into such a rage! He made
the mistake of trying to take Freya by force, which brought Thor's
mighty hammer down splitting his skull in two. Well, I became
pregnant by this stallion and gave birth to a fine stallion with
eight legs. I made a gift of this horse to Odin and he named him
Sleipnir.
Let me tell you a little about the women I have
had in my life and the children I have fathered. Of my first wife,
little if anything is known publically, and I would prefer to
leave it that way. Let me only say it was an extremely heated
relationship as her name is Glut meaning "Glowing,"
and our daughters are Einmyria and Elisa which mean "Ashes
and Embers." Enough said about that one, ouch! My next relationship
was with Angrboda, who was a giantess. We had three children,
Hel the Goddess of Death, Fenrir the Wolf, and Jormungand (the
Midgard Serpent). With my last wife, Sigyn, I had a son Narvi
and a child Vali.
Now let me try to explain how I ended up in the
tormented state I am in currently. I was living with my last wife,
Sigyn, at that time. Hel had grown and become the ruler of Niflheim,
which is the land of the mists, surrounded by high walls and strong
gates, a land which no one may ever leave without her permission.
Fenrir had become such a monstrous wolf, so immense and ferocious
that only the god Tyr was brave enough to feed him. Until one
day he found it necessary to bind him. Jormungand encircled the
world with its tail in its mouth.
It was one night that I decided to go out and and
see who was around that I found him. Balder. He is one of those
God of Peace, Joy and Love guys. So I just went on over to this
banquet and happen to find him and his blind twin brother Hoder,
the God of Darkness and Winter sitting there. Hoder was holding
this sprig of Mistletoe. Now nothing on earth was supposed to
hurt precious Balder, he was supposed to be indestructible and
impervious to injury, rumor had it. I had taken Hoder's Mistletoe
and sharpened it into a dart and asked him if he would like to
play a round. Now I couldn't help it if Mr.-Blind-as-a-Bat hit
his precious brother in the head with the Mistletoe dart could
I? And sure enough if the dart between the eyes didn't bring down
Balder! I tell you! What chaos broke out then! I was grabbed and
put into custody.
The next thing I knew Sigyn was there with Narvi.
The gods pronounced punishment upon me. I was to be tied down
to three flat stones using Narvi's entrails for rope and snake
poison would be forever dripped upon my head. Narvi was slain
in front of his mother and me, and I was bound tightly to these
stones and the snake was positioned above my head with its fangs
dripping poison down upon my face. Sigyn went to get a bowl to
catch the poison to keep its sting from my eyes.
So this is my current state of torment. I suffer
the poison's burn whenever the bowl is full and Sigyn has to leave
to empty it, but the pain causes me to writhe in such torment
as soon as she leaves that earthquakes fill the land and she quickly
returns. My only saving grace is thoughts of Ragnarok or the "Destruction
of the Powerful Ones," as foretold many eons ago. It will
be the time when the forces of evil will gather and make war on
the gods. It will be the end of the world and the time when Fenrir's
bonds will be let loose. Jormungand will emerge from the depths
of the sea and land causing awful devastation with every twist
of his serpent body. The dead will rise up out of Niflheim, and
I will be their captain as my bonds will break loose as well.
I refuse to believe any predictions that I will not survive, for
I am Loki after all.
