To My Dearest Follower,
Ah, blessings upon you from the shrouded depths of Asgard, where mischief meets the mundane and the senses are forever entwined in the dance of the divine! I hope this message finds you in good spirits—or at least in spirits as capricious as mine.
I’ve been told (by a little bird, mind you, and not one of Odin’s snooping ravens) of your recent prayers and wishes cast upon the winds, hoping they’d find their way to my ears. And find me they did, as does every whisper of the heart that seeks the thrill of life’s often overlooked enchantments.
You, my devoted adherent, have shown a remarkable zest for embracing the sensory delights of this world, a pursuit very close to my own heart. Truly, to live is to feel—whether it be the chill of the north wind, the warmth of a flickering fire, or the intrigue of a well-spun tale. You have tasted the sweet and the bitter, and still, you laugh! Oh, how this warms the cockles of my sometimes frosty heart!
Remember, while the path of mischief and merriment is winding and fraught with unexpected turns, it is also strewn with the petals of joy and the sparks of creativity. Embrace the uncertainty and the absurd, for in them lies the true essence of existence. As you navigate through the highs and lows, remember that even I, Loki, master of trickery and shapeshifting, find solace in the unpredictable nature of life.
So laugh heartily when things go awry, and wink at the stars, for they too enjoy a good joke. And when the shadows seem long and dark, remember, even the night is just a backdrop for the dawn.
Now, as for your prayers, worry not. I’ve twisted a few cosmic arms (figuratively speaking, of course) to ensure that the threads of fate weave a pattern favorable to your ventures. Expect surprises, for I do love throwing in a twist or two when you least expect it—just to keep things interesting!
Before I return to my divine duties (and perhaps a prank or two on Thor—don’t tell him), I leave you with a haiku, a spark of inspiration wrapped in the simplicity of seventeen syllables:
Whispers in the breeze, Laughter dances with shadows, Life’s jest, sweetly sung.
Keep your wits about you and your senses sharper than Gungnir, Odin’s spear. May your days be filled with the kind of mischief that enriches the soul.
With a mischievous grin and a tap of my nose,
Loki
God of Physical Senses, Master of Mischief
Asgard, this fine day of May 13, 2024
