Bragi was making it very clear that knocking was a silly idea. His face was very clear and expressive, and she could see all of that written across his features, but that didn't stop Bragi from also looking very appealing. Very attractive. Even as he teased her. It wasn't malicious teasing. It felt gentle and familiar and very, very right somehow. Which, of course, made absolutely no sense.
Idun didn't know Bragi, and beyond simple flirtations, she would never know him. Because his words were far too clever and he had her far too intrigued for it to be strictly genuine. There were other goddesses. There were always other goddesses. Even as she breathed out laughter and embraced the moment and how very much she was enjoying his company, Idun reminded herself that this had no future. He had no business making her feel like it did. "That's a very elaborate way of announcing yourself, but it would make breaking into conversation easy. The next tree goddess you meet can just ask you where you learned to play the langeleik."
She wanted to ask if other tree goddesses were already asking about his langeleik, but she was fishing for enough information as it was.
Idun looked up from their feet. She realized he was still watching them. This made Idun smile more than anything else. It wasn't a broad smile, but private and curious and somehow, somehow, deep. She almost forgot about the other goddesses. If he was fascinated by the way they walked together, just as she had been, Idun could almost forget about the other goddesses. Bragi met her gaze a moment later, and she was too busy studying his very, very blue eyes to remember what she was almost forgetting. "I care for an orchard," she said, and her private smile vanished to make room for something friendlier, more open, less special. "I'm no tree goddess, not truly, but there's nothing simple about climbing trees. It's...it's a sort of fulfillment impossible to find elsewhere. I love climbing trees."
She paused thoughtfully, filled the pause by bringing her bouquet up to take in the gentle scent of the flowers. Then she glanced back at Bragi. "Sometimes it isn't even the top of the tree that's thrilling. It's the climb itself. The risk, the reward. The bumps along the way."
For the life of her, Idun couldn't remember if they were still talking about trees or not.