iðunn

Hello & welcome !!! This is an independent & selective rp blog for Iðunn of Norse Mythology. Portrayal is myth & predominantly headcanon based. Mutlimuse & crossover friendly. Lots of verses! Discord available for mutals. Mun is 21+.

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‘ did it really happen if i can’t remember it ? ’

@fyndid​ // poetry starters 

❝ – does the falling tree make a sound if no one is there to hear it? ❞ her mirth had been restrained by focusing herself in the kitchen – the blend of meadowsweet and ginger for the unrelenting headache, plates of pancakes and fruit because she assumes he arrived with an empty stomach. but she has no antidote for shame. her pursed smile only just manages to contain her giggle as she sits with him, pointedly pushing the mug closer towards him.

* @gyldenkyn· / / sc 

‘ do you ever miss it? asgard, i mean. ’ the brunette sits beneath the shade of the trees in her aunt’s groves, book in her lap. the peaceful quiet of her farm is a welcome reprieve from the chaos of her uncle’s home and she could spend more time than she cares to admit here. ‘ it seems like no here does… ’ 

Warmed by her niece’s company, already decided on the next book to put in her hands, the question brings her to pause. only to resume picking her fruit as she settles upon an answer – unable to hide behind platitudes of new beginnings.

“ do you remember my gardens? you were only young... the lanes of orchards that led to the lake, the sea of wildflowers, the creatures that would take refuge – they must have known they were safe from Asgardian appetites on my land. it was my life’s work. ”  with fondness in her voice, guilt forces her gaze away, watching the morning sun dapple onto the dewed grass, her honesty tasting ungrateful. but it will never be the same. 

I really wanted to do replies this weekend but instead our city flooded. Lots of houses and businesses are underwater, especially in my area. I've had a crazy 48 hours, and can't get home just yet (but I'm safe with family). Was stuck at work and had my first full weekend in charge and just did a 25 hour shift when the hospital became an island on Sunday. My garage is a metre deep in water but thankfully my car is safe. Yesterday was my first day of my masters degree too 😖

@bellecosebabe​ said:  ‘ needing anyone is weak. ’

the dazed compliment earns a smile, unconcerned with the flood that stains her cottage floors and clothes – her attention fixed on the laceration causing it. as endearing as it is, such kind words make her note to check for a concussion. her gaze watches her pallor – her usual shade diminishing into something almost translucent.

“ and you- ” lithe hands release the blood stained cloths that kept it together, satisfied the bleed has finally come to a halt, “ -are lucky you arrived when you did. ”

this is not the first time wounded have crawled into her home for aid ( and won’t be the last ), made evident in her collected demenour and expertise as she begins to deftly pack the wound with a homemade salve. Iðunn knows better than to ask, and truthfully, she doesn’t need to. ancient skills are never forgotten. bruises and cuts paint a clear image of each blow and collision.