cold then when my feet touch the ground
My mother was Laufey, who some call Nal
I was small for a jötunn
Smaller and smarter and slender
and sharper, still sharp now.
I changed my shape, blend
I was Loki of flies, Loki of Moths
Loki of the fire, and my name
night dreams, for the Aesir
would furrow at schemes
Made known, are known, know
now how I made them laugh when
they needed a laugh, but plans
they drew up I smashed, twist
then and turn them into confections
to play and throw around
Tell Heimdall do not wait, for they
come far and I farther still most go
must come, to a chamber underneath
the earth, where I would shake
Chain cuffed, embrace fate, be
not scare for daughter I come.
Narfi, my son.
See you again where all we go,
A Hel that everyone will know.
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