Idun wasn't frowning because of Jondi's name. She wasn't. It was a coincidence that just so happened to occur on a semi-regular basis, mostly when the goddess was mentioned by name. She wasn't frowning. But if she was, it would probably be because the name was terrible, and it sounded even worse when paired directly with Bragi's name. They didn't sound like they belonged together. If she'd even noticed him saying her name, perhaps Idun would've suggested his goddess change the name she went by. For the sake of their great romance, of course, not because a suggestion like that could set off insecurities in a needy, stupid goddess.
She was suddenly uncomfortable again. Idun moved her legs out to the side, shifting her weight until she no longer felt like she was going to get rope burn through the worn leggings she had on. Idun found a blade of grass stuck near the top of her left boot, and she took particular care as she removed it carefully. Only then did she look back at Bragi, and she was startled to find him grinning. She actually gasped. She did so very quietly, and she was high up in the air thanks to the net, but she suspected Bragi heard. And that just wasn't acceptable at all. But she couldn't do anything, she didn't have some easy way to explain how the noise had nothing to do with him. There wasn't a conveniently located bear suddenly behind him, or a mob of pitchfork-wielding locals. There was no saving that gasp.
So Idun did the next best thing. She pretended it hadn't happened at all. "If it came effortlessly," Idun began. And then she paused. Having all the words of a love letter flow instantly from your mind was the romantic notion in her head. But Bragi was a writer. The more effort he put in, the better it would be. The original idea was probably heartwarming to begin with, but taking time to perfect it would make it into another unbearably romantic work of art that Idun would struggle to listen to, for reasons unknown. "Hm. I think effortlessly is the way to go. You don't want her reading it and thinking it's overworked, do you?" Idun arched an eyebrow to suggest that an overworked letter was as criminal as kicking puppies.
"No, what you should do," she continued, "is scribble away without looking over any of it, then just deliver it as is. That way it doesn't seem like it was a struggle for the words to come out. Seeing all the effort is terribly far from romantic, Bragi."