“I know I'd love one please” Bragi said right as he walked through the door. He forced himself to smile at Tyr. It was an unfamiliar sensation. Generally, smiling came very easily to Bragi. Generally, seeing Tyr made him smile, no force necessary. And mead? He literally owed his life to mead. But the invisible vultures circling everyone's heads had Bragi on edge. They weren't the normal kind of invisible vulture. They were the giant kind. The kind that each owned an island and liked to feed castaways to their young. Bragi was sure he needed to hear whatever news the Alfather had brought them together for. He just wasn't sure he'd want to still know it afterwards. If it was good news everyone wouldn't look so calm.
He turned all of his attention on his family members. This was a reunion, no matter the circumstances after all. Without missing a beat or stopping, he walked up to Hermod, and clapped him on the shoulder. “You get faster every time. I have this theory that most modern technology is invented subconsciously as a sad attempt to keep up with you. I have never met any mortal brave enough to try and disprove this. I saw pictures of that horse that won the derby, it looked a little bit like some of the horses at your ranch, but not as good. You should enter next year.”
“Frigg!” Bragi said, leaning down to hug his stepmother and kiss her on her temple, “I am a bit sad you didn't come visit me a few months back. I know you were in that neighborhood because every man I met around there had this dreamy far off look in his eyes and had forgotten every adjective he'd ever learned except “ravishing.” This could only mean he'd caught a glimpse of you in passing. I wish you hadn't been too busy to stop by. Even if it was an off day, I would have loved to see you.”
He walked up to Odin next. “Alfather,” Bragi said, with a slight bow, then he paused. “Hold on. Unfair standard.” He held a hand up to block Frigg from his view for a moment. “You look well too!” It had been too long since Bragi had seen his father. He wished the circumstances were a bit different, but he was still very glad to see him. He offered the king a half smile. Bragi made it through those greetings in about the time that it took to pour, so he turned his attention back to Tyr.
“Tyr, it's fantastic to see you,” Bragi said, “It's been too long. I found these hiking trails in southern Switzerland. Very scenic. The stories say they are only to be attempted by the very bravest of warriors. If you did not make them yourself I should show you some time.” Then Bragi thanked him, took the mead, and went back to stand by Hermod.