Oh, it was alright, was it? Bragi didn't mind? How was he missing the point so compl-- "Stop smirking like that," she huffed. Idun really didn't like the way he smirked. Mostly because she liked it too much. Already. It did something to his face, like something had been missing before and now everything was beginning to make sense and exist in the manner it was always meant to. It looked easy and natural, adding both lightness and devious intrigue, and none of these things were things Idun had any business noticing, let alone liking. He had crashed through her peace and quiet, lit fire to her calm. He had annoyed her to the point of unspeakable frustration, and there was no reason to apologize for the resulting urge to glare.
Except Idun had stopped glaring, and while she huffed out a disgruntled demand, there was an undeniable brightness to her eyes that spoke of curiosity. Far, far too much curiosity. Curiosity that undermined the huffing and the gestures and the tone in her voice. Idun should've known right then that she was in trouble, but a goddess of youth was just as susceptible to stubbornness as she was to curiosity. "You're just being aggravating on purpose now," she said, because she didn't want to cave and beg to hear this wonderful nickname he'd cooked up for her. No, no, she wouldn't be asking that of him.
He couldn't make her.
Idun might've tipped her chin slightly, just to reignite some lingering spark of stubbornness, some clear sign that it was still alive and kicking. He wasn't going to turn this whole interaction around with some clever words and fancy storytelling. The story was rather intriguing, though. Idun found herself leaning forward just slightly, like a child so enthralled, they needed to get closer just to absorb the tale that much better. But at least her chin was tipped. At least there was that. "What if it was my turn for an epiphany and you interrupted it?" she asked.
And then Bragi took her hand and touched her fingers to the tree, and without wanting to, Idun found herself tracing the faint crack in the bark, light enough to count as a caress. "You're making that up," she said, glancing from her fingers to meet his gaze. Any hint of amused wonder in her expression was a fluke.
Honestly. Honestly, Idun didn't want to believe him. She really didn't.