"Wandering feet and a heart that longs to settle down. You really are something special, aren't you?" Idun mused. She didn't want to appreciate the way each of Bragi's contradicting pieces came together to form a completely wonderful, logical, sound whole. Idun couldn't help it, though. Not when his desire for stability came off as something admirable, something to strive for. Perhaps a friendship with him would help her in the long run. Perhaps he'd teach her a thing or two about trust. But even if he didn't, Idun still loved the way he smiled when he spoke of wandering. He wasn't aimless. Bragi was searching. It was a very nice quality, she decided.
"I'm glad this romantic idea is going over better than the last one," she added, with just a tiny hint of mischief in her tone. She still didn't understand how he'd managed it, but last time, a romantic idea seemed to be anything but romantic when he mentioned it. Now it was different. Down to the smallest hints of body language, Bragi was different this time. Nice didn't even begin to cover it, but Idun went with the description anyway. "It really would be romantic," she offered, an afterthought to her afterthought. "I'd like to see this home of yours whenever you find it. You'll find it eventually, of course. I have no doubt."
Bragi was too good to be a homeless spirit forever. Idun had decided. Even if she wasn't quite ready to offer help in finding his home-that-wasn't-her, she still wished for him to find the same overwhelming sense of right that the orchard brought her. She couldn't help but laugh when he next spoke. It distracted her from the way he nibbled at his lip, and honestly, Idun needed to be distracted from that. It was absolutely necessary. "To that I say Write More," she said, grinning. "Fill that hall up and see what happens. I adore having things to read around my hall." Idun was perfectly capable of order, except when it came to the books.
Idun shifted off her knees, planting herself back in the grass with one leg drawn to her chest. Shifting had brought them slightly closer to one another, but Idun was almost slightly certain that hadn't been her goal all along. Almost slightly. She looked at Bragi, realizing that his smile was different. Idun wasn't sure why he was forcing himself to smile, but it made her undeniably sad. She felt the urge to fix whatever was bothering him, but then she remembered that was likely the job of his goddess, not his dear friend Idun. "Oh...I don't know. I hate when they bicker, so I tend not to listen. I remove myself from the situation, really. I don't like it when they disagree." She sighed quietly, then offered a shrug. "I suppose that's family, though. Some families, anyway."
She heard her brothers fighting about her orchard once, but Idun saw no reason to mention that.
"I'll make it for you," she decided. "As a belated Welcome to Asgard present. I hope you'll forgive my tardiness. Nobody offered me a pastry when I first came to Asgard, and I always thought that was a terrible display of manners. Bad form, even." The joking was the easy part. Far more difficult was the realization that she'd rather bake for him than for his brothers.