IDUNA (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 6 - Great Guilt

"She is the sole purveyor of color in this right, and on every night.

I hover these pages, failing to capture these moments that I picture.

She ignites me. No, encompasses me in her flames, her unattainable light.

Her sun, moon, and stars are more intoxicating to me. I'm spent, richer. I wonder if this is the last one left to try, of every liquor.

My only muse. From now on, lurking in each second I spend waking. But I prefer it this way."

The poem was at the foot of your door when you approached this morning. It was written on simple, brown, and earthy paper, with no reference to an author. Your thoughts went straight to Loki. He's the only person you knew that had any appreciation for arts and literature. Something in your paranoid mind was certain that he had no interest in you, that he wanted to unravel you in every way and then cut you off at the knees. The entire time you'd known him, he'd never been one to love or admire anyone, especially not in the way the words of the poem described. In any case, it was beautiful. If it was from him, even more so.

You had to train together today, and you didn't feel brave enough to ask about the poem just yet. After getting dressed, you made your way to the same spot you had been meeting. He was already there when you arrived, his black hair pulled into a bun at the back of his head, you could die.

He turned to you as you approached, and you were surprised by the lack of weapons in the room this time.

"Before we test your abilities out in public, mother thought it might be a good idea for me to show you some techniques of the more..mystical type."

He quickly turned as an arrow came shooting at him from one of the walls, creating a ball of green fire between his palms and projecting at it. The arrow was caught in the firey sphere and then thrown across to the side.

"Where did that come from?! It could've gone right through my skull!"

"And I would have demonstrated the same concept. Now, let's see what's lurking in there." He said pointing to you. You'd never been aware of any mystical powers within you. Your powers, as far as you knew, were limited to that of immortality and purveying it to others. Loki, Frigga, Thor, and the rest had to do far more in terms of protecting the nine realms, fighting, and the like. Their unearthly weapons were incredible, but not something you were necessarily jealous of. It was a slippery slope to be equipped with such intense power that could create great human cost.

"I don't think you're going to find much." You got into a strong stance as Loki stood beside you.

"Close your eyes. Try and picture yourself in a situation of great danger. Someone is trying to kill you. They're running straight toward you, dagger in hand, and..you're paralyzed. You can't use any of your previous training." You tried to picture the same man from the market approaching you with anger in his eyes. You felt your fingertips moving with fear and tension, a sense of rage flowing through your blood. "He wants you dead. He's furious that you didn't help his family. He's going to get his revenge on you!" Your breath picked up and you felt heat flowing under the skin on your face. "He thinks it's all your fault, that you're a killer! You're the reason his family is dead!" Your eyes shot open, a tear that had been forming this entire time dropped to your cheek. All of the heat flew out of your body, and a wave of nausea came over you. You looked to Loki. "Well, no, that's what he is thinking." You looked away from him and began to make your way toward the door. "Duna, I was trying to anger you, to see your powers!"

"I don't have powers, Loki. My powers have been known to us all since the day I was born."

"Perhaps not, you're a goddess, many goddesses have powers unknown-"