Idunn
The Guardian of Everlasting Spring
Keep the apples safe, keep the gods young. Simple, right?
You won’t find me at the feast-hall boasting like Thor or Odin. I’m in the grove, where the air is soft and time forgets to move. My apples glow with life itself — and yes, the fate of the Aesir rests in my hands. Don’t let the petals fool you. I’ve seen how close eternity can come to falling.
What I'm Into: golden apples, the scent after rain, Bragi's quiet songs, Asgard's orchard paths, surviving giants
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