Bragi couldn't believe Idun was treating his meaningless threats like this. As if they were meaningless. How dare she. It was completely unfounded behavior. An inexcusable disregard for danger. That flippant shrug of hers made his blood boil. He scowled and shook his head at her. Then Bragi brought the back of the hand she'd placed on top his to his lips, and held it there against them. It showed affection. It also hid his smile.
He looked up at her, the corners of his eyes crinkled in mischievous smiling conspiracy. When Idun denounced him as a cheater, Bragi didn't contest, even though it was not actually cheating, and he could have. Instead he flipped her hand slightly to the side, pushed her pointer finger up, then moved his lips up with it. “Shhh” he said. Then Bragi winked at her and shared a quick devious grin as though they were allies in this and it was an epic secret they were keeping together from their opponents.
When Idun lunged behind him for the spoon, Bragi raised it out of her reach above his head. Every time she moved for it, Bragi moved it away. He met Idun's grin with a smirk. She said 'Thief' but that wasn't quite what Bragi heard her say. He kissed her. “Traitor.” Then Bragi backed up an inch, and straightened up to give her his full attention. They were focused. They had things they were discussing and everything.
“Most people only dream of flying in their sleep,” Bragi said. He smiled and furrowed his brow a little. “Though if we are doing that, we should maybe look into expansion while we're at it. They have entire bouncy castle obstacle courses now. With slides. The industry has really taken off.” He shuddered a little at memories of the dove incident. “The poor girl” Bragi said, “the bluejay incident must have been indescribably traumatic given her reaction to the doves. I did like the movie. It was just very bad timing.” He bit his lip. “It's not too late if we wanted to try again. She's only 69 now. I met a really nice elderly gentleman from Rabacken the other day. He's a widower. Makes these really beautiful handcrafted artisan clocks. I think they might get along very well. They have similar great qualities.”
If she kept nibbling her lip, Bragi was going to have to take action. Idun was the best cook in the nine worlds, and Vidar was getting an evening with a lovely goddess who didn't have any trouble carrying conversations. Bragi didn't think Vidar would regret nodding even if no dessert was offered. He didn't say that though. Instead he said, “That's a shame. If we did popsicles and pixie stix we wouldn't even have to buy them. I recently learned that you can make your own pixie stix using sugar, freeze dried fruit, citric acid, paper straws, a funnel, and an espresso machine.”