A Fenrir Day

So more things I found out about my love (Fenrir) He LOVES the whole black cherry scent. I give him a large candle with black glitter. He appreciates offerings of ice filtered water and meat when I can get it to him. He isn’t to fond of chocolate. Nor is Sis (Hela) for that matter. He also enjoys Fig Newtons, fruit dried and regular, trail mix (no joke lol), all incenses like: cedar wood, pine, spruce, he even likes roses and carnations. Mostly he enjoys being talked to and cuddled.

Me: You really are just a big puppy aren’t you?
Fenrir: *growl stares*
Me: *giggles* Love you
Fenrir: “Bitch”
Me: *Your point?”
Fenrir: *nips my arm and nuzzles*
Me: *bats at him and continues reading*
Fenrir: *huffs into my neck peering over my shoulder*
Me: *nuzzles back still reading*

He is always there…more at work than at home. Protecting and guarding. Sometimes he will come home with me. Other times I get a kiss and He runs off into the ethers
But that is just his way.

Sign Posts Up Ahead…You Have Just Entered The Rökkr Zone

Write, write, write. ….yes Dear

Fenrir asks me to keep writing. So I do. I find out little things, such as; Fenrir gets pissy at bad grammar. Just a little. 
“Words can bite. The grammer is the pitch of the bark before the bite” 
I don’t get irritated. He seems fidgety. He is pacing. Changing His form constantly. This will not be a quiet day. I reach out momentarily. He growls. I do not get upset. It is His nature. I wait calmly. 
“It raises my ire when they(Midgardians) view Me as wonton destruction. “
His pacing continues. I watch and wait. I feel Sigyn stand next to me. This is only the second time I have fully felt the Lady of Staying Power. She places her hands on my shoulders and I am shown all the times I have collected keys…I love the damn things. Especially the old fashion types. 
I watch my Love change then stay four-legged. He runs into the woods that appeared like a mirage up ahead. I stay behind. I know He will be back. This happens sometimes. 
Sigyn stays. I am shown the keys once again. Oddly. I have collected nine keys.  I am shown the nine keys and a ritual. To charge them to each of the nine realms. I am shown symbols and sets of runes for each key. So much information at once I feel like my head will explode. Sigyn slows it down for me. She slowly seems to disappear into the astral. 
I return. Driving around my post. Only I wasn’t in the same spot as I was before.  

Loki’s Oil Recipie

Hail Dad!!! And what he wants.  Himself has requested that I post this for everyone. it is heavy handed and you can modify the amounts. 

Grapeseed Base
70 drops Spruce
60 drops Pine
50 drops Birch
15 drops Wintergreen
30 drops Patchouli
7 drops Cinnamon
50 drops Dragon’s Blood
40 drops Amber
10 drops Musk
20 drops Sage
15 drops Oakmoss
25 drops Ginger
Piece of Crystallized Ginger. 
(The conjuration goes in order of the herbs)
Hail Loki, He who walks through the trees with ease and confidence, an adventure around the white bark with frost upon your tongue. Feet planted within the deep earth, loveheat in your groin, the fire breath pierces the cold air. Resin for tea as you command and wrought forth all that which you need. Burning away the old and unearthing the newly turned moss. Teaching the sour and sweet, the hot and cold of life. Crystallizing the balances until unleashing the chaos once more HAIL LOKI!!!”
(I asked Dad what he wanted. This is what I got lol)

What It Is Like To Be Fenrir’s Mate

Me: *Reading about Fenrir and Ragnarok*

Fenrir: *Holding me from behind with human arms*
“Ragnarok…doesn’t scare you?”
Me: “no”
Fenrir: *nuzzles into my neck* (He does that…a lot)
Me: “It is needed”
Fenrir: (I can feel his smile against my flesh)
“Yes, are you afraid?”
Me: “No”
Fenrir: “I will devour you as well”
Me: “I know” * I reach up to run my fingers through his unruly head jet black hair. A little bit of blood appears on my hand. There is always blood. No matter his form.*
To be a mate to Fenrir is to feel bound. Bound by rules, regulations, even my own body. There is a finite feeling deep down. But it is not sadness. It is a waiting, an anticipation neither good nor bad. It just “IS”. Godspousing to Fenrir is not something terrible. It is a feeling of chaotic freedom and primal truth. My Love is playful, loving, temperamental. Always the Alpha. Years ago about 10. I met Tyr. I never worshipped him but I did honor his honesty. I never understood why. Until I read of Fenrir. Then it would be so many more years later before Fenrir claimed me. No fancy wedding. No pomp and circumstance. Just a simple “Your MINE” in a dream. His love is so very vast. Almost scary. Recently I was introduced to Hati and Skoll. I was told to act as step-mother since I cannot have my own children. Now they join me. They are very curious, always nosing into my business. I smile.   
Ragnarok will come. Until then I will play and hunt with my family. I will tell Father Loki dirty jokes, I will dance with Mother Angrboda around the firelight, I will help Sister Hela ferry the dead to Niflheim, I will hold the bowl for Sigyn, I will weep for Narvi and Vali, I will seek out Jormandgund,  I will honor the fires that is Glut and her two daughters. Upon the end of my days I will stand as He is unbound, unfettered facing Him and be devoured to be reborn.