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Chapter 4

"No," she said, crossing her arms. "I saved you because your life is important."

"How can you say that, you don't know me," Loki countered.

"Everyone's life is important!"

"Adam's too?" he challenged.

She gasped and looked away, thinking. "No," she whispered after a while.

Idunn stared at him, "if your entirety is made up of causing pain and malice and death, then you should not exist."

"That is what I am, it's what I do," Loki challenged her.

"No, it's not. You think that but you're wrong," she walked closer and tried reaching for his hand but he took a step back, wary of her shocking touches.

"If you shock me one more time…" he threatened but she cut him off.

"You'll what?" she challenged but he didn't answer. They both exhaled at the standoff.

"You cause pain too, you know?" he said and stood his ground when she took the step closer again.

"I know, I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm not always in control of the things I can do."

"What are you doing?" Loki asked as she reached for his hand again.

"I want to show you something," she touched his hand and that warmth he felt before started crawling up his arm again. "I want to try, anyway. I don't know if this is something I can do but let's see."

"What…" he started but she cut him off.

"Close your eyes," she whispered and stepped even closer. He did as she said and took a deep breath.

He felt a bottomless sense of wrath, decay, and madness in the pit of his stomach as an image formed in his head. Loki could see fires burn and buildings crash to the ground and dead bodies piled around him. He started feeling anxious and miserable and dropped her hand, stepping away. The feelings of wrath went away with the mental pictures but he still felt the sadness and worry overwhelm him.

"What was that?" he asked. She watched him with a soft expression and he felt it calm him a slight bit.

"That was Adam's mind. His desire," she touched Loki's face and he felt his anxiety and dread disappear. The relief made Loki lean into her hand and step closer to her warmth without thinking.

"Why is he sad? I mean, if he wants to destroy everything?" Lok asked after a minute and stepped away slightly embarrassed.

"That part wasn't him," she said with a small smile, "That was you. Your personal feelings about what you saw. You don't want that, you don't want everything to burn and break."

"No, I definitely don't want that," he found this amusing. "What do I want?" he asked again.

She looked at him for a long time.

"Please," Loki insisted, holding out his hand, "show me."

She stepped closer and as she took his hand, he closed his eyes. He frowned, seeing exactly what he had seen before closing them. He waited and felt the warm feeling she exuded but it was covering him like a blanket. He felt it in his gut and in his entirety.

"I don't understand," he said, opening his eyes again.

"You will," she smiled kindly and let go of his hand, and as she did, the feeling went away, leaving him to feel hollow.

"No," he moaned and grabbed her hand again, feeling only the small amount of warmth she offered on touch.

She patted his arm and turned towards the house, "I want some Ice cream, you want some?"

Loki followed her inside, feeling the urge to cry but kept that to himself.

Idunn stopped in the middle of the living room and glared towards the wall of weapons. She sighed deeply and turned to face him again.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel safe without a weapon." He took out the daggers and held them out for her to take.

"Keep them," she pushed them back to him and continued to the kitchen. "Rocky road, or strawberry shortcake?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" Loki frowned.

"Which flavor ice cream do you want?" she repeated and took out two tubs, showing him the options.

"I don't know," Loki frowned, hiding the daggers again and joining her in the kitchen.

"Both it is then," she closed the fridge and four bowls and spoons flew onto the table as she started serving one scoop into each.

She pushed two bowls and spoons towards Loki and dived into her first bite.

Loki took a spoon and scooped a big bite-full of the rocky road and stared at it. "I've never had this before."

"Rocky road?" she smiled, "It's one of my favorites."

"Ice cream," he corrected and placed the spoon in his mouth, instantly regretting it but trying to keep a straight face.

"Smaller bites or you'll get brain freeze," she giggled at his expression.

Loki mumbled as he tried desperately to swallow the cold substance.

"You're gonna pay for that," he said finally with a smile on his face.

"Oh really?" she laughed.

"A warning would have been nice," he took a smaller bite of the second bowl of ice cream.

"You've never had ice cream before?"

"We don't have freezers on Asgard," he pointed out.

"Seems primitive," she noted.

"It can be, at times," then he had a thought, "How come you have Mjolnir?"

"Say what now?" she asked confused.

"It's not even fake or a toy, it's real," he hated that he couldn't pick it up but wondered if it wasn't magnetized to the floor for some reason.

She stared at him. He pointed at the hammer and stated, "It belongs to my brother, Thor."

She huffed, confused, "Well, I generated this house from a memory that I managed to get back. What did you call it?" she asked as she walked over to it with her bowl in hand.

"Mjolnir," he repeated.

"Mjeehol-neer?" she said slowly and picked it up to look at. Loki dropped his spoon, making her jump.

"Are you using magic to magnetize it to the floor?" he grunted.

"No," she walked over and offered it to him but he shook his head, so she placed it on the table.

"Wait," he pulled her back before she walked to the other side of the table again, "I want to try something."

He stood from his seat and reached for her hand, waiting for the warming effect to spread. And then he reached for Mjolnir with his free hand. He still could not pick it up and growled a bit.

"What are you…" she was confused with his frustration.

"My father enchanted it," he explained, "Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of THOR!" Loki repeated the enchantment.

"What does that mean?" she asked slowly.

"It means you are worthy, and I am not. Makes sense, really. The shocking touch makes sense now, too." He dropped her hand and looked down at the floor, defeated

"Who decides who is worthy?" she asked. Loki sat down again and found his bowls empty. He noticed she still had some ice cream left and pulled her bowl closer.

"The hammer does," He answered her question.

"Well, that seems stupid. It's just a hammer." She rolled her eyes and Loki saw that something familiar about her again.

"A magic Hammer," Loki sighed. "My question still stands, why do you have it?"

She looked at him for a long time and the urge to touch her came to mind once more.

She flicked two fingers in front of her and the lush comfy appearance of the house slowly disintegrated to reveal a run-down little cottage.

"It isn't real," she said at the surprise on Loki's face, "The food and water and the lake, yes, but the look of this place is just a reflection of my memory."

She flicked her fingers again and the warm cottage rematerialized.

"I must have seen the hammer in my past," she added as she stacked all the bowls together.

Loki's mind was blown, and it showed on his face. He couldn't fathom the amount of magic she would need to be able to keep up the appearance of the house. Not to mention all the non-escape effects.

Idunn placed her hand on his and drew his attention back to her. "Can your brother do the things you can? The magical things?"

"No," he sighed as the warm feeling moved up his arm.

"Then I don't see your problem," she got up and took the bowls to the sink.

Loki thought about that and then he smiled.