When Bragi was very small his cousin used to come by with his aunt every once in awhile. His cousin was a spindly fellow who liked two things above all others, mischief and his mother's attention. He often received both at the same time. One day he climbed up the dresser and out the window. His mother saw and shrieked at decibels that Bragi hadn't known were possible. She demanded that he come down, then pleaded that he come down, then demanded again.
When that didn't work, she attempted to reach him by leaning out of the window with her arms outstretched, all the while continuing her plea. The cousin looked down, and then became moved by his mother's worry. He reached back and she pulled him to safety, and then begged him to never worry her like that again. She quivered. She cried. Bragi's cousin stopped climbing for good. Bragi started climbing the next day. His mother never told him to come down. She never told him to stop climbing. So Bragi never did.
He loved climbing trees the best. The ones in Asgard were even better than the ones he'd grown up with, and since he'd arrived, Bragi never could resist a tall looking tree. There were some trees that he preferred to others, but he didn't have a designated one favorite. Instead he alternated, depending on his mood. Sitting at the top of a tree brought Bragi a sense of clarity and serenity that Bragi didn't believe could exist elsewhere. He composed a lot of songs in trees, and wrote many verses while admiring the view from a very tall oak with the branches around him all swaying slightly.
That day Bragi felt like he had some things to ponder that needed an extra jot of clarity, so he had returned to one of his favored trees. He knew its branches fairly well and climbed it quite quickly, and steadily to the very top without disturbing the tree much. Only to find him face to face with a goddess Bragi had never seen before. And a bird. But the bird flew away fairly quickly. Suddenly, Bragi was much less interested in the tree. He smiled at her.
“Hello. Fancy meeting you here,” he said, “Sorry. I did not know someone was up here. This is a very good tree though, isn't it? One of my favorite ones. Very sturdy and the branches are spaced very well for climbing. Plus it has a good view.” He noticed her bright green eyes. “Much better today than usually, but usually pretty good regardless.” Bragi held out his hand to her. “My name is Bragi.”