Dear readers, tonight with us is a god, one refusing to have his life obliterated by some stuffy prophecy. He is here to tell us about proving himself to others, and the complications of loving a mortal woman.
Tell us a little about where you grew up. What was it like there?
I grew up in a realm called Jotunheim, a rugged place of mountains, pine forests, and thicker pine forests.
On harsh winter nights, Jotuns believe nothing warms the blood faster than a drunken brawl and a broken nose. This is why I’m quite skilled with daggers and knives. If one wants to survive Jotunheim, one has no choice but to become a fighter.
While I didn’t mind Jotunheim, I didn’t have much of a place there. Not to mention no one could take a joke. Turn someone into a salamander one time and it’s all “we can’t trust you.” I really didn’t see the big deal.
Do you have any favorite memories?
I’d have to say becoming a god is quite the highlight of my many millennia of life. Immortality has its perks. What? You thought we were born gods? Sorry for laughing. Don’t worry, it’s a common misperception.
We’ve always been made. Odin searched for others like him who contained elements. Energy. Like Thor’s of thunder, or Freya’s of love. He collected us like precious jewels for his kingdom of Asgard and transformed us into gods like him.
And one day, he found me: Chaos.
Odin made me a god, and then, he offered me something greater. We mixed our blood and swore an oath of fealty, binding us one to the other.
Now there’s a man who drives me to drink heavily. He’s like a summer storm. Ruthless, ambitious, strong-jawed…He meant everything to me, and then things got complicated.
But, I rather not get into all that delightful history.
What are your duties as the God of Chaos now that you live in Asgard?
I’m what might commonly be referred to as a “Fixer.”
Negotiations with an enemy realm? Easy. An assassination or three? Done. Some light thievery? Of course.
I can always offer a solution to any problem of any size. It’s what makes me extremely useful to Odin, and keeps the other gods extremely jealous. I love it.
I’m not called the sly-god because of my good looks.
(The fact I might be the cause of many of the problems in Asgard is beside the point)
I know my job isn’t the most honest of professions. Sometimes I do get a shiver of guilt. A small, nagging voice in the back of my mind begs me to be a better man. To be a good person.
I find whacking it with a sturdy shovel and piling another thick layer of dirt overtop shuts it up nicely.
What can you tell us about your latest adventure?
I keep hearing tense whispers about a “Destroyer” in the halls and corridors of Asgard. It’s coming, and it’s deadly.
Whatever it is.
The gods won’t tell me. And I keep having these blasted headaches warning me that our time is coming to an end…
I don’t appreciate my life being threatened. And, I hate to admit it, but I am rather fond of Asgard as well. I will not see it fall to some dark omen. Not when there’s something I can do about it.
What did you first think when you met Sigyn?
You must forgive me, but hearing her name always brings a smile to my lips. Sigyn is an amazing human woman. Delightfully stubborn, strong minded, and quite charming with a knife…she’s really the whole package.
Sigyn makes that small, nagging voice in the back of my mind stronger. Oddly, I’m ok with it. In fact, when I’m with her, I want to be a better man, and I start to listen to the little voice. There’s a great peace that settles my soul when I’m with her I haven’t felt before. I like it.
She also contains the element of a goddess: Fidelity. It’s quite curious, really. No human has ever possessed a raw and divine energy in them before. It’s not supposed to be possible, yet Sigyn defies every odd.
Odin seems awfully nervous about it all. Especially after he learned her name…
But he’s always going on about something.
What was the scariest thing in your adventures?
Scariest? Please. Fear and danger are what make any adventure thrilling! It gives quite the rush. Sometimes it’s even arousing.
Of course, all that ash and death the Destroyer promises might be a bit of a buzz kill.
What is the worst thing about your time on Midgard (Earth)?
The wine. Terrible.
Reminds me of the acrid claret of Jotunheim. At least Asgard has decent mead.
What is the best thing about being the God of Chaos?
The potential! The fun! I live for a good time.
But, if I had to choose one thing, I quite like my ability for magic and illusions. I am rather unique in that I don’t require any runes or charms to channel my magic. It’s what makes me one of the more formidable of the gods in Asgard.
Oh, I can also control fire. Another nice perk about being me.
Tell us a little about your friends.
I’m not really the friend sort. It’s been my experience that they are only ever a source of pain. Books and going it alone are far safer bets.
…Actually, why don’t we move on from this subject?
Any romantic involvement?
My love life is both scintillating and epic. I have a bit of a reputation. Women. Men. All is fair game with me.
Although, lately, I can’t stop thinking about Sigyn…
While everyone I encounter is always filled with carnal fascination when they see me, her eyes fill with something else. I believe it to be annoyance.
It’s absolutely thrilling!
Not only that, but her element of fidelity is like a cooling balm when it mingles with my chaos. I know, it seems silly that a being like me would be so attracted to an energy of pure constancy, but here we are.
What do you really hate?
Being kept out of a good secret. Especially one that seems absolutely delectable. Dangerous. Thrilling. All the things I love rolled up into one fascinating enigma.
But the gods refuse to tell me what they know about the Destroyer.
They refuse my help. Me. The one who has fixed all their problems countless times over.
Somehow they don’t trust me. I suppose being known as the “Trickster” might be part of the problem…
I just have to keep chipping away at the gods’ resolve and wear them down until they spill.
What’s your favourite drink, colour, and relaxing pastime?
My favorite drink is anything with a high alcohol content.
Color? Blood. I am also fond of periwinkle blue.
As for a relaxing pastime? Masquerade orgies, or a good book. It really all depends on my mood
What does the future hold for you?
The future is brimming with new adventures. I have quite a few surprises up my sleeve I’m just dying to share, but I’m afraid that might give too much away. Needless to say, have no doubt I will be back because nothing will keep me down.
Can you share a secret with us, which you’ve never told anyone else?
I might know how to kill a certain invincible god…but don’t go spreading that around.
Lyra Wolf is an author caught between worlds. Ours, and those of the characters that won’t stop pestering her. A lover of travel, Lyra has lived all over, from the cornfields of the Midwest, to the rugged mountains of Switzerland. Now, she calls the swamps of Central Florida, where “The Mouse” rules as supreme overlord, her home. When Lyra isn’t at a theme park, listening to classic rock, or otherwise procrastinating, she writes about fantastical places and the complicated people who live there. Lyra has earned a B.A. in History and M.A. in English.
You can find Loki on the pages of Truth and Other Lies.
Dear readers, join us next week to meet the matriarch of a wine-making family. Please follow the site by email (bottom-right) to be notified when the next interview is posted.