Idun; Goddess of Youth (maidimmortal) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-09-22 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bragi, ~idun |
When the Storm Rolls In (Tag: Bragi)
(OOC: Immediately following the Double Date thread.)
Bragi and Idun were no strangers to the fine art of matchmaking. They were seasoned professionals, and nobody could ever truly deny that. But Idun wasn't typically this invested when they set out to pair two individuals off. She was always excited, and there was definitely a thick layer of curiosity every single time they played matchmaker, but she didn't love the people involved. Not usually. But Philotes was one of her dearest friends, and Vidar would probably be her favorite brother-in-law if Idun were actually to pick favorites. She wouldn't, obviously, because she loved them all, but if she did, Vidar would definitely be a top contender. He was just such a good listener, and so lovely to Bragi, and so wonderful overall...
Their guests had left. The dishes had been left in the sink and the bunnies had been let free, and exhaustion was beginning to settle in. Not in a bad way, though. Idun felt accomplished. She had been invested in this evening because she was invested in the happiness of both Vidar and Lottie. And, though it was technically too early to tell, Idun felt like the evening had been a success. She'd go so far as to say a declaration of love was in their near futures, but Bragi would probably tell her she was getting ahead of herself again. To which Idun would naturally reply that Shakespeare had done nothing to calm her romantic sensibilities, so it was really all Bragi's fault in the end. Tired but pleased, the pair of them finally made their way upstairs.
They had unfinished business in the bedroom, but for once, that wasn't the first thought to enter Idun's mind. She saw so little of her husband sometimes, Idun always tried to make each moment together count. Right now, though, she needed to finally take these shoes off. She made it to the bedroom first, which meant something had distracted Bragi along the way. Idun never beat him anywhere otherwise. A few feet past the doorway, Idun pressed her palm against the wall and lifted one leg back, pulling off the bright red stiletto with an overwhelmingly dramatic sigh. As she was shifting her weight to repeat the action with the other shoe, she heard Bragi finally reach the threshold, and she glanced over her shoulder at him. No matter how many times she saw her husband, seeing him come into view again always made her pulse quicken just a little bit.
Okay, more than just a little bit. But only technically.
Her smile was tired, but still as warm as ever. "So tonight went well," she said as she removed the other heel and let it drop to the ground.