So he'd noticed her. That was fine, and honestly, how surprising was it? The net wasn't that far from the road, and it certainly wasn't camouflaged to blend in with the forest. A bit of moss to hide it on the forest floor, sure, but midair, it was conspicuous. Still, his appearance was fine. Bragi would cut her down, and Idun would shrug this whole mess off, and they could both be on their respective ways. No need to turn this terrible situation into a forced social interaction. Whether she could admit it or not, Idun had come to cherish their friendship. She almost always grinned when he appeared. Idun had even sought him out a few times, which proved that the avenue of friendship ran both ways. But after dangling from a tree branch for a while, she wasn't really in the mood.
She still wanted him to cut her down, though. Idun would ignore the way he was grinning if he just cut her down. She would ignore how he thought she looked nice when she looked terrible and was caught in a net if he just cut her down.
Her eyebrow went up. Sharply, some might argue. Well? Was he serious? And then there was an eyebrow, and a lip nibble, and another grin, and Idun's eyes widened before she could respond. And then he was gone. She stared at the spot where he'd been standing, wide-eyed, horrified, and then that horror transformed into rage, and Idun went back to stabbing the rope with her brooch. Furiously, some might argue.
Oh, Bragi thought he was funny. He came around, offering friendship, offering her everything she could ask for in a friend, but the catch was hearing about his relationship, his stupid goddess, the one Idun sometimes hated to hear about for reasons she refused to define. Still, they were friends. And she needed him, strictly in a Help-Me-Out-of-This-Net sense, and that's what friends were for. And he vanished instead!
Idun kept stabbing at the rope. It eventually got stuck, and as she tried to pull the brooch free, the metal bent into a completely useless shape. She groaned in frustration. It would be so much nicer if she'd just hallucinated his whole arrival. Maybe the ropes were laced with something that tricked your eyes. And ears. And could force your heart to skip a beat for undefined reasons. If that happened to be the case, Idun could let go of her anger. She could just wait patiently as this strange drug worked its way through her system. Who knows who else she might see. It could be very exciting.
Except there he was again. Idun slumped backwards in her net again. As he spoke, she stared, her mind failing to compute what it was he was saying. Did he...ohhh. Oh. He thought he was so funny! Idun forced herself to smile. "Oh, go right ahead. It's a very sturdy tree," she replied.
If she ever got down, she was going to poke him with her ruined brooch. Stab him, some might argue.