Bragi now had a knife with him, and was going to see exactly how long it took her to ask him to help her down. He was also going to hope with every fiber of his being that she did this before whoever owned that net came back. No one set a people catching net for no reason, and Bragi could think of very few good ones. Best case scenario, Bragi would invite the net owner to dinner and they'd laugh about the silly misunderstanding. Worse case scenario, Idun would be dinner, and Bragi would be the shaking appetizer standing in the way with his fists raised.
He got out his writing materials and began scrawling intently to stop himself from looking up at the goddess too much. Bragi had a very bad habit of looking for her everywhere, and when he found her he didn't stop looking. But if he looked at her too much like that now, he knew he'd cut her down immediately. She was frustrated, and in peril, and was trying to cut her way out with a broken broach. Bragi could be stubborn. He just didn't know if he could be that stubborn. So instead, he focused on the writing as though he were in peril and the fate of the nine worlds depended on Bragi finishing it.
After a moment, he finally looked up. “So” Bragi said casually. He concentrated on how pretty her face was, and ignored the expression on it. His eyes fell on the broach and the mostly unharmed rope. “That's a very sturdy net. Do you know who owns it?” His head fretted over her safety. His tongue spoke as though he were contemplating buying a net like that for himself one day.