It didn't matter if Idun could see Bragi's smile. When he took her hand and touched it to his mouth, she could feel it, and feeling it was all it took. She knew he was smiling. And that made her smile. He could scowl all he wanted, as long as Bragi always ended up smiling like that, right against her skin. When that transitioned into an Idun-assisted shushing, well, that just made her laugh, but the warmth of the affection lingered on. It always lingered.
Less common, but still rather familiar, was Bragi holding something she wanted out of her reach. It wasn't always a physical object. Once, he'd held himself out of her reach. Perhaps even for years, though she couldn't be sure. But that was all in the name of courting. This was just rude. Still, that kiss and that compliment paired well together, like a rich dessert with a delicious wine, and it didn't matter if he had technically called her a traitor. That wasn't what he'd said. Idun's hand left the fight for her spoon, and moved to Bragi's jaw instead. She pulled him closer and pressed beyond a simple brush of lips, dangerously kissing her way to a line that said 'Plotting' on one side and 'Never Eating Off This Counter Again' on the other.
He couldn't blame her. Bragi had stolen her spoon, and she was hungry.
But she settled for 'Plotting.' For now. Idun's finger dipped into her sundae, dotting her husband's mouth with a spot of whipped cream as she leaned away. She smiled. It was back to serious business. Very serious. Idun added a little furrow to her brow for the occasion. "Oh, she told me about the bluejay incident in great detail. I tried to understand, but it seemed like a rather odd fear. She wasn't attacked by a bluejay, not outright. It just sat on her windowsill. I guess it did so in a menacing fashion, because it was something of a psychological attack. Who even knows. But maybe you're right. Maybe it isn't too late! I know she likes clocks, I remember her having at least two. As long as birds don't pop from the clocks, I think it's worth exploring." Idun shrugged. She grinned. They were off course.
Idun paused. She studied her husband. She squinted in a manner that spoke of all sorts of pondering. Sometimes it was very difficult to tell when Bragi was teasing her and when he was not, even after all these years. Idun suspected this was because he changed his tells as soon as she began to suspect them as his tells. He was a crafty sneaky thieving con artist. He'd stolen her heart before she realized the tells of his thieving. It was reasonable to assume he was always working on a new tell, and as such, Idun always had reason to be suspicious, as long as she remembered to be. She rarely remembered to be suspicious. Usually, she rather liked him being a con artist. It was all about words, and how he used them. As a rule, Bragi used them well. That wasn't the point.
"Are you serious about the pixie stix? Because I'd actually try making them, if you know how. Or are you just teasing me? I made you an ice cream sundae, Bragi, teasing me right now would be unreasonably hurtful. That whipped cream was made from scratch." Idun raised her eyebrows expectantly. It felt appropriately sassy, all things considered. "Lottie likes pixie stix, even if you're teasing me. I was just trying to think of Vidar. He doesn't seem the pixie stix sort."