#HAE || NOR || 002.

[skjeggestads]

x || @haevatein || tore, sans psilocybin

He'd never done anything like this without entheogens to ease the process, to let his mind slip free of his body and seek beyond himself into the world beyond. Summoning spirits from beyond their world was difficult, and the out-of-body experience helped to make that connection. But given the last time he'd done this, he'd either hallucinated the most realistic spirit he'd ever encountered in his life, or summoned the Actual God, Loke, into his house, he really wanted his mind to be clear. To either set to rest his mind, or genuinely pull the god into his house to confirm it.

Offerings were set out, runes were drawn and cast, the distaff was spun with the threads to represent his fate at his feet - it was just like when he was first learning, going through the motions without the out-of-body experience that came with the mushrooms, practicing in preperation for the real thing - except this was the real thing. He muttered a prayer under his breath, breathed in deeply, and reached out beyond himself with his mind, chanted--

--and waited, until the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"--Loke?"