Today I have been turning an idea over in my head that is sort of a geeky thoughts added to my beliefs. So bear with me, as I try to sort it out.
Loki has been a parental figure for my life, but I couldn’t really call Him Mom or Dad, because He has always felt like a combo of both. So what to do? Well to borrow heavily from a constructed Star Wars culture, I present the Mandalorians.
The Mandalorians are a racially diverse culture that adheres to specific morals or guidelines to ensure the survival of their bloodlines and family honor. (I am paraphrasing heavily, link for more info is at the bottom) Both parents accept and support any children produced by either partner as their own, regardless of actual parentage.
This reminded me of how Loki has adopted so many people under His wings, regardless of background, upbringing, gender-based affiliations, or ethnicity. He has never cared that I have so many mixed bloodlines that I consider myself an American Mutt, He also never cared whether or not I acted a certain way, looked like other people, or if I honored other Gods along with Him. As long as I continued to honor Him and strive to care for my family in the best way I can.
What does this have to do with Mandalorians? Well, Mandalorian parents treasure the same thing, and due to the language being gender neutral, both are called Buir (Boo-ear), with an adjective to assign gender. This word fits Him because of it being used for both genders, and reminds me of a comforted feeling whenever I address Him by it.
“Hail Loki, my strength in times of hardship, and inspiring my laughter in times of pain. I hail you as my Patron, my Buir, my humorous companion, and so much more. I thank You for all that You have done in my life, and for my family. I hail You as friend, kin, and God. Hail Loki!”
Thank you for letting me geek out, welcome to the thoughts that roll through my mind at 3 am when I awaken to some kind of bug skittering across my stomach… You know, aside from “HOLYSHITWTFOHGODSITWASTOUCHINGMEARGGHHHHBLEHHHEWWW!!”