The apple seemed to cause a bit more introspection in Bragi than she'd anticipated. Truthfully, she hadn't anticipated any contemplation other than where he'd put the apples once she handed them over. Instead there was discussion of rotting apples and how they could affect the tree, and Bragi looked thoughtful. Perhaps that was the key to his stories and why they were so engaging, because he saw the connections between things. Maybe that was how he made his stories connect with his audience. In this instance: her.
The question was, despite the story being for her benefit, was the implied conclusion true? Was there really nothing more than friendly affection between his apple maiden and her Trickster? It was possible that he believed that only because he deeply wished for it to be true. Maybe he didn't see what was there because he didn't want to. Was his faith in his wife misplaced?
But as he continued to talk of his past relationships and what he'd learned from it, Sigyn got a glimpse of the intelligent man behind the charming smile and bright quips. Bragi was not a fool, no matter how he danced around the definition. And he was not as willfully naïve as would be believed given first impressions. Maybe it was his hair that led a person to think that, she mused. Whatever the cause, it was incorrect. Bragi was more than a bright, bubbling surface; there was strength to the currents that ran in his quieter depths. How many didn't bother to look that far?
“I think she is married to the right man,” Sigyn said quietly. “I would simply like to see it remain that way.” Then she smiled in reaction to his grin, and shook her head. “I don't think we should bring Thor into this. His solution to many things involves that hammer of his, and then all we'll have is apple sauce and a flat flute.”
She began walking again, this time actively looking for the instrument in question, as well as a stray apple or two. Though she was reassured, mostly, that whatever Loki was doing with Idun was platonic, that didn't negate the fact that he was with someone other than her and she had gotten jealous. Was still jealous. This was going to be problematic if she couldn't find a way to handle that because Loki was gregarious and not at all a home-body.
“So” she said after a few moments, “do you have any idea when your wife might be back? You see, I made oatcakes for Loki, and you know they're best when they're still warm and fresh from the griddle.”