IDUNA (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 10 - Trust

"What the hell?!"

"Ever since your eyes did that gold glowing in training, you've been hiding something from me," Loki said to you, picking up the dagger that ricocheted off your torso moments ago. "Your powers, your immortality, it has other forms. What did you do?"

"I did nothing. I can't explain it."

"Stop lying. That's the one thing you cannot do to me."

Without thinking on his latter statement much more, you knew you had to tell him. He might lie to you, but you knew your conscience couldn't keep your secret from him forever.

"When we spoke with your family, when they said Thor had to train me, and I needed a...team of bodyguards just to live...I took matters into my own hands. I didn't want to be seen as the goddess with no strength anymore."

"What did you do, Duna?"

"I found an empty syringe in a kit in my bathroom. I injected the juice of one of the apples."

"What?"

"I didn't know it did anything. I thought it might make me a stronger fighter, and I guess it did, right? When I threw the dagger maybe that was proof that it worked."

"Why would you do that? What if it killed you or hurt you?" his voice cracked as the words left his mouth.

"I wasn't thinking about that. I've lived long enough. I don't consider death anymore."

"Well, I do." He said to you, angrily. You thought maybe he was scared of the possibility of your death, but you were never certain.

"I'm fine. When I did it, my veins started glowing, and my eyes, like you saw, but that was it. It all disappeared, and I feel the same as I did before. Nothing changed."

"You're wrong, Iduna." He grabbed a thick book from his bedside table. It was adorned with a lock for which he had the key, and he quickly opened to a page he had bent at the corner. He read, "The Goddess of Immortality is bestowed with the power to heal the sick, making them immune to the current threat to their life. The Golden Apples of Iduna are a temporary mystic tool to aid in immortality, but when consumed in ways other than eating, can have even more fantastic effects."

You looked at him with shock. How he found this information before anyone could tell you was beyond comprehension.

He continued, "Throughout the vast history of The Nine Realms, the Goddess of Immortality may also bestow immunity to death in all forms, should the apples be consumed through injection." You felt faint. Immortality was part of your destiny, but you could be killed. It was only a matter of how and when.

"Iduna.." he secured the book's cover and turned to you as you collapsed onto his bed.

"What the hell did I do?"

"I suppose it isn't a bad thing."

"Not a bad thing?" You sat back up to face him. "Living forever. This was never a part of the plan. Odin can die. Frigga can die. Thor, you. Eventually, you all will. I will have to sit back and watch? That's not why I did this. There has to be some way. I'll just survive stab wounds? Gunshots? What if someone cuts my fucking head off?"

"You saw what happened. It doesn't even break through to you."

Your head began to tighten, and you felt sick. As much as you were happy on Asgard and happy to live god-knows how many more years out with Eir and Loki, you didn't think it would be forever. If there was one thing you learned on Midgard and from the patients you couldn't save, it was that death was imminent. In a way, you knew that once it did come, you'd welcome it. The thousands of years you've spent in the nine realms and on Earth were not something you took for granted, but this wasn't thousands. This was tens, hundreds of thousands. Maybe millions.