Iðunn;

"We'll always be together! It's a promise."

“This is true.” Hermes smiles and closes his eyes as he let the sun dance over his features. It had been a while sense he got to sit down and just enjoy the world around him. “Might I ask your name? I am Hermes.”

By the name she could tell that he wasn’t from here and that only caused her curiosity to grow. “May I ask where do you come from? I have never heard a name like yours before.”

“Three days? I have to wait that long?” When he hears the “ask Odin” part, the redhead growls, and his eyes grow dark. “…I’d rather keep to myself and wait than ask him for anything.”

“Yet he’s the one who rules over us.” The guardian of the golden apples scolds. “Actually he’s the one who says who is able to eat the apples and who isn’t.”

“Reeeeeaaallyyyy~? Hmmm… I think I’ll want to try one, too, then! When do you think they’ll be ready, Apple Guardian~?”

“They still need at least three days more to fully grow and be of use, L-Loki. Maybe…Maybe if you asked Odin the process would be f-faster, y-yes?”

“Do you have green apples?” Sigyn finally asked, looking her straight in the eye.

“But miss, would you happen to know where Thor, Balder or Loki might be? I need to deliver something to them.”

The Æsir start to wither and grow old without Iðunn’s youth apples and they figure Loki has something to do with her disappearance. The Æsir tell him he has to bring her back, or there’ll be dire consequences. Loki gets Freyja to lend him her ‘falcon shape’, and off he goes. He finds Iðunn and turns her into a nut to carry her back home. However, Þjazi notices his prisoner has gone missing, and chases the disguised Loki. The Æsir notice the two birds coming from afar and they build a large fire by the walls of Asgard; the falcon manages to evade the fire, but the eagle is unable to stop and flies straight into the flames. 

Divinity sprouts from the soil that she sows, reaping eternal youth for her fellow Aesir. Motherly fingers adjust tender sprigs, cupping them gently and helping them find the sun. During the harvest, acres upon acres glimmer gold even in the dark, even in the moon’s icy light. Apples of sunny skin and sprightly juice plop one by one into Idunn’s basket, never once touched by hands other than hers. Only when she cups the fruit in her hands to transfer it to Thor’s, to Sif’s, to Freyja’s and Tyr’s and Bragi’s and Njord’s and Var’s, can the gods bite into them and feel the renewal of youth, beauty, and power. Cinnamon and sugar and sunshine burst on their tongues and slip into their veins, filling them with enough vitality to last them yet another year.

Companion of the Tree,  You tend the beauty and health of the Worlds.  Yours is inviolate grace.  Yours the envy of every Power.  (x)

“Well, I mean, I don’t wanna be a baby again …” She hesitated as she just kind of looked at the apples, rubbing the back of her neck with a furrowed brow. “Are there any that … don’t make you younger?”

“ And that’s utterly understandable, Miss. Being a baby again would be troublesome.”  This woman certainly amused her as it had been a lot of time since Idunn had the oportunity to talk about her beloved apples. “Sure thing, I have the sweetest apples in here. Would you happen to want any? I don’t mind giving some to you.”

“What an adorable human.” Idunn says to herself fascinated by his reaction. “I’m Idunn Gullepler, the pleasure it completely mine. I’ve heard of you but my expectations had nothing to do with reality. Say, how is it to live surrounded by so many gods?”

“So … then why can’t I have one? Do you want money, or …?”

“I do not seek for money.” Idunn paused briefly confused by the offer. “Yet I can only give the golden apples to those who have grown old or in Odin’s behalf and you do look young to me.”