A/N: If you're familiar with Norse mythology you'll understand who Sigyn and Loki are. This is a poem from the point of view of Sigyn, who is the trickster god, Loki's wife. It's not one of my best, but I kind of like it so, enjoy!
He’s a snake of a man, he is,
With his words as sweet as honey,
And his touch as cold as ice,
His hair of flames,
And his eyes like emerald vice.
Some days I hardly recognize the man
That I unwittingly married.
He hasn’t come home yet, that scummy,
And Thor still promises retribution for the prank.
I thought it was rather funny.
Sleipnir’s mother, Lie-smith, Trickster
That’s what they call him.
Having sired more children by more women than I care to count,
He is an unfaithful husband.
But to what will my rant amount?
I am goddess of fidelity, not him.
I hate him with every fibre of my being
And yet, how can I
When he loves me as only a true lover affected?
I can see it in his eyes,
Those deep jewels in which I see my face reflected.
Yet, can I love him when I am bound?
How can I love the man who is my downfall?
He who will defile my name and make my title seem crude
With his hated antics, his cursed tongue,
And his bastard brood.
Maybe, though I am bound to him,
There is something other than my fidelity
Which constrains me (as it should).
We are flesh and soul, as husband and wife
And just maybe little bit of chaos mixed with loyalty is good.
For I am his goddess of fidelity,
And he is my god of mischief.
