She didn't want him to be late. She didn't particularly enjoy waiting, actually. While she wouldn't call herself impatient, Idun believed a bit of Bragi's restless energy had rubbed off on her over the years. Blaming him for it was a nice excuse, anyway. Truth be told, she always liked to be doing something, even if that something was quiet and calm and required no moving at all. As long as it was something. And waiting was a black hole where somethings went to die.
This was precisely why Idun never waited for Bragi to come back. She knew he would eventually, but she wasn't waiting for him. Their marriage worked so wonderfully because Bragi was free to come and go as he pleased, and Idun had enough plans and friends and activities lined up to always be busy right up until the moment he came back home.
This, of course, was a planned visit. They weren't usually planned. Since it was planned, a little bit of waiting was required of her, but Idun started making ice cream sundaes at the precise time that Bragi was supposed to arrive. When he eventually strolled into the kitchen, his sundae had just been placed in the freezer so it wouldn't melt, and Idun had settled on the island counter with her sundae cup perched in her lap. As he set down the lovely flower onto the counter, Idun was pulling her sundae cherry from its stem and chewing it quickly. Before he leaned to kiss her, she had just swallowed the fruit, and a bit of whipped cream transferred from her mouth to his.
It was a very sweet greeting, and Idun had parted her lips to say as much, but then Bragi was unleashing a new imitation that she had never heard before. As always, Idun listened curiously, though this time, she had a spoon of sundae goodness perched halfway between her bowl and her mouth. Her brow furrowed. Hm. She lifted the spoon to her mouth, pondering the first sentence as it was uttered. Before she could pull the utensil away, Idun realized who Bragi was imitating, and she found herself smiling delightfully around the spoon.
Not wanting to appear as ridiculously excited as she truly was, Idun tried to appear cool and calm as she removed her spoon and scooped up a bit more ice cream, extending it to Bragi.
Internally, Idun was bouncing off the walls with glee. Her husband had never met her dear, dear Greek friend, and that was something she always found a bit upsetting whenever the realization crossed her mind. Not that she remembered it very often, but still. Lottie had been her companion for centuries, and the goddess had heard Idun ramble endlessly about her wonderful, handsome, charming, sexy, talented husband, but she had never met Bragi. If there weren't photos to prove he was real, Philotes might've eventually questioned his existence. Not that any of the photos really did him justice. A lot of the ones Idun had on display featured a blurry figure beside her as she laughed, since Bragi was never very good at standing still long enough for a photo to be taken. He always moved. But the photos counted for something. They proved she had a husband. Internally, Idun was bouncing off the walls with glee, but externally, she was simply wearing her best poker face. Why show her hand so quickly, after all?