Loki

Well, I started by naming Greek gods and then realized that Asgard is Norse mythology.

So, as a pretty big marvel head, when you talk about gender fluidity and Norse gods that have the ability to shapeshift and change back and forth, we went with Loki as our answer.

That makes a lot

of sense.

We named Loki,

but didn't choose him.

I was just over here coming up with porn parodies.

They're teenagers in it, please.

And why are you sitting in his chair? Beside her, Thebes leaned close, her voice dropping to a whisper pitched only for Rip's ear.

That's Loki.

Trickster god.

Shapeshifter.

He simply moved his hands to rest on the worn grips of his vibro knives, thumb and forefinger settling against the activation studs with the easy familiarity of a gunslinger.

The low hum of their idling vibrators sang against his palms, a wasp nest waiting to be opened.

Across the hall, Loki swung one leg over the armrest of the chair with the boneless grace of a cat rearranging itself and steepled his fingers.

Done with Thor? He sounded genuinely delighted by the question, as though Dottie had asked him a riddle he hadn't heard before.

So, Bragi answers, it is worthy to be told at length how Thor went to Geradhr's dwelling.

At that time, he had not the hammer of Mjolnir with him, nor did he have the girdle of might, the belt of earth strength, nor did he have Eorn gripper and iron glover the two iron gloves and that was the fault of loki who went with him For once, flying in his sport with Frigg's hawk plumage, every time that Loki takes into this kind of liminal transformation into birds, he's donning the cloak of one of the goddesses.

That's interesting.

But in this case, he...

And the hawk is associated with... goddess frig oftentimes people only relegate um the heron and i try to encourage our folk to understand that the gods are gods it's it's like you uh you you can't say oh well you're you can only be a goat or you can only be a hawk the gods can do what they want um but there are far more broad things So he takes her cloak and this idea of donning the cloak of feathers to turn into a... creature that can move through these liminal spaces very very swiftly again I think these are very old points of our faith all the way back into certain traditions long before things were written down so For once, flying in his sport, as he saw it with Frigg's hawk plumage, it had happened to Loki to fly, for curiosity's sake, into the court of Geraldr.

There he saw a great hall, and alighted, and looked in through the window.

there gerard looked up and saw him immediately and commanded that the bird be taken and brought to him but he who was sent could scarce get on top of the wall to gain him so high it was in this hall and it seemed pleasant to loki to see this man striving with toil and pains to reach him he thought it was not yet time to fly away until the other had accomplished the perilous climb again right there there is the the the yotnar are trying to reach it and he's taking pleasure in them trying to climb so precariously he has so much humorous that he's they're not gonna catch me and it would just be funnier if two tried to do it and fell um so he uh striving with toil and the pains to reach him, and he thought it was not yet time to fly until the other had accomplished the perilous climb.

When the man pressed hard against him, then he stretched his wings for flight and thrust out vehemently, but his feet were stuck fast.

Rokitru.

the goth kid from high school who eventually found out a religion where black clothing counts as ceremonial attire, and Loki finally gets an invite to the fucking cookout.

Thursitrue.

Read the Satanic Bible once, skimmed the Gnostic Gospels once, and looked up thoughtfully and said, hmm, needs more lutefisk.

In other words, no, motherfucker, you can't have McOssatru, we have Ossatru at home.

Everything except the thing at home is actually Norse paganism.

It includes Asatru, Vanatru, Rokatru, Thursatru, Heathenry, Lokians, Yotnatru, I've yet to meet one of you fuckers yet.

People who refuse every label altogether.

For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. How Thor Went to Jotunheim, by A. and E. Keary.

From Asgard to Utgard Once upon a time Asa Thor and Loki set out on a journey from Asgard to Jotunheim.

They traveled in Thor's chariot drawn by two milk-white goats.

It was a somewhat cumbrous iron chariot, and the wheels made a rumbling noise as it moved, which sometimes startled the ladies of Asgard and made them tremble.

Put food before me, and let me see if any of your followers can dispatch it

as quickly as I can.

the feat you speak of is by no means despised said the king and there is one here who would be glad to try his powers against yours let logi he said to one of his followers be summoned to the hall at this a tall thin yellow-faced man approached and a large trough of meat having been placed in the middle of the hall loki sat at one end and logi at the other and they began to eat i hope i shall never see any one eat as they ate but the giants all turned their slow-moving eyes to watch them and in a few minutes they met in the middle of the trough It seemed at first as if both had eaten exactly the same quantity, but when the thing came to be examined into, it was found that Loki had indeed eaten up all the meat, but that Logi had also eaten the bones and the trough.

Then the giants nodded their huge heads and determined that Loki was conquered.

If given the opportunity, they would rather die than be trapped in one fixed form, basically.

There's a character in Rick Riordan's Norse mythology series, Magnus Jason, the Gods of Asgard, who is a child of Loki.

Mm-hmm.

And so Shapeshift, their name is Alex Fierro, and they are both...

Meanwhile, among the gods, there is strife and woe.

Of the children of the old frost giants, one Loki had been fostered by Odin and brought up among his children to their ruin.

Fair of face is he, but a traitor, ill-tempered, deceitful, and of fickle mood.

With the rise of the traitor, the golden age of the Aesir, or good gods, is at an end, and the old quarrels between them and the frost giants begin again.

Yet so long as Baldur lived, sin and wickedness could not prevail on earth, nor could the giant race triumph over the Aesir.

To kill Baldur, therefore, was Loki's constant aim, and by treachery he succeeded.

The gods, warned by the soothsayers that Baldur was doomed to die, made him free from death by sickness or stones or trees or beast or bird, and rejoicing in their triumph, found harmless pleasure in shooting at Baldur and smiting him with stones while he remained unharmed.

One tree, the mistletoe, they had not named, and Loki, making arrows of it, gave them into the hands of Hodur, the blind god.