A Lokean Devotional Vignette

I chose a ring to take comfort in our bond,

to hold my vow solemn and within reach of remembering.

Simple, ouroboros, world serpent, his son.

Something I already had before knowing him.

I placed it on my ring finger.

I wore it through the nights and days, my husband gone and come again.

The ring began to burn a circle around my finger. I took it off to tend the burn and it kept burning for seven days. Loki kissed my burn, tracing it with his finger.

“You are my own and I am your own.”

Three years later, I wear the ring again. Three years of soul-searching, testing my faith and my sovereignty.

Intact.

He didn’t claim my soul.

He claimed my heart.