She looked adorable when she scrunched her lips and eyebrows up like that. Still slightly murderous. But adorable. If Bragi had to be slightly murdered by someone, and he could pick, he would pick her. So long as she pursed her lips like that when she was doing it. The eyebrows could do whatever they wanted. At least so long as her cheeks kept that faint blush to them. Like rose petals. If he could keep the lips and the cheeks, Bragi would be satisfied. And the eyes. And the hair with the twigs and the bare feet. On second thought, he needed everything. He was about to be slightly murdered after all. Under those circumstances Bragi was entitled to a bit of last moment greed.
“That's no problem!” Bragi said. He brightly assured her as if her tone had been concerned rather than meant to discourage or thwart him. He'd figured out that he liked her tone worse than her words when it came to a lot of things. He had a very good ear for tones, but he also knew from teaching music that sometimes the best way to correct tones was to encourage the good ones and pretend the bad didn't exist. “Don't even worry about not having the room to take it. I'll give it to you anyway. It will be yours but I can keep it for you. I imagine I'll be the one making the most use out of it anyway since you'll already be using the one you have.” He smiled. He already had a name for her.
Then Bragi smirked. He tried not to, but in the end it was unavoidable. The edge to the tree goddess had gone much softer. She was trying to maintain it, but he'd piqued her curiosity with the story offer, and now that Bragi had seen the softer look, he was hooked. “It's alright I have more to waste,” Bragi said. “It started a lot like this actually. A god climbed up this tree and found out he wasn't alone. Except he didn't run into a gorgeous but slightly hostile goddess, and startle a bird into realizing it had other prior arrangements. He ran into an extremely old dwarf, and startled a squirrel. The dwarf had wrinkles so deep they practically camouflaged him against the tree. His beard had all kinds of creatures living in it. One of creatures was a very easily excitable squirrel who was quite paranoid about strangers. And the god wasn't climbing up the tree to think. He was climbing up the tree to escape the three frost giants who were waiting for him at the bottom.” He paused. "Are you sure you haven't heard this one?"