Idun; Goddess of Youth (maidimmortal) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-08-28 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bragi, ~idun |
Madness Most Discreet [Early Asgard] (Tag: Bragi)
As far as Idun was concerned, there was absolutely no reason to count the days since she unexpectedly ran across a relative stranger of a god on an unfamiliar road while she happened to be very lost. There was no reason to count the days, because there was no pressing need to keep tally of the time passing. Why track something that had no true relevance, no striking, groundbreaking purpose in her day-to-day life? She was existing as she always had, nothing changed, nothing altered, absolutely nothing different whatsoever. Why would anything be different, anyway? It wasn't like he'd rocked the very foundation of her existence. Bragi was just a god on a road. What did it matter if exactly fourteen days had passed by? What were fourteen days in the stretching expanse of time?
Nothing. That's what. A tingling sliver of a fraction of a sneeze blown from the nose of eternity. That's what.
Except, to some extent, in some small way, fourteen days had been excruciating. And it was all because of that kiss. Idun didn't want to think about that kiss, and because she didn't want to, it was one of the few things she seemed capable of thinking of. She thought about that kiss as she walked away from the road and started back home. She thought about that kiss when she got home. She found new and ridiculous ways to think about that kiss while pointedly trying not to think about that kiss. Oh, look, a butterfly. Funny thing about butterflies. I was holding a flower that butterflies adore when the Road God kissed me. And since we're on the topic of that kiss...
It didn't matter how many days had passed. It didn't matter because Bragi had made a point to make it absolutely matter. He kissed her after saying they'd be friends in just a moment. He kissed her while fully intending to become a dear, platonic buddy right afterwards. He did it to make that kiss their only kiss, and in robbing her of any further opportunities to explore his skill at kissing goddesses, he'd made himself unattainably enticing.
And that was starting to make Idun angry. If she could shake the thought of that kiss from her mind, she'd be able to negotiate her way into the realm of friendship with this god, if only to spite him. She was an excellent kisser. She knew she'd kissed him in a very enjoyable, delightful manner. Not the first kiss, she was taken by surprise, but definitely during the second kiss. The kiss with her feet off the ground and her fingers curled through his hair. Idun knew she'd helped make that second kiss memorable. So, really, it was his loss. So what if she didn't want to marry him? If he thought all interactions with goddesses were along the lines of Marriage or Bust, well, he was going to miss out. Because she was a delight.
Anyway, it wasn't like she was going to find him on the road again. There was no chance of fate stepping in a third time to crash them unceremoniously together. Fate was probably mad that Bragi had wasted a prime opportunity to explore the delightful qualities of a delightful goddess. He didn't have to stop kissing her. Idun had kissed him back. That was a very clear sign that he was allowed to continue, and since goddesses rarely gave such clear, undeniable signs, that only made it more ridiculous when he stopped. He chose to stop. He chose to walk away. It was all his fault, and when she never saw him again because Fate was tired of his nonsense, that would be his fault as well.
Idun was running through this irrational line of thinking for the second time that day when she finally gave up. It was difficult to tend to her orchard when her thoughts kept interrupting her other thoughts with thoughts about that stupid kiss. That stupid, amazing, earth-shattering, mind-blowing kiss. Idun's lips tingled a bit at the mere memory of it. She felt a rather unbecoming urge to stab one of her trees. Frustration was unpleasant. Idun picked an apple up, dropped to the ground, settled herself in the grass, and carefully began peeling the apple with her knife. Her tree-stabbing knife. She was being so very meticulous with the task that she had no choice but to stop thinking about everything except that task.
I am peeling this apple. Peeling this apple with a very large, very sharp knife. The only thing to think about while peeling this apple is peeling this apple.
Idun didn't even mind eating an apple's peel. But that wasn't the point.