When Sigyn spoke, Bragi smiled. She had a good heart. He could tell by her approach. An exceptionally affectionate apple maid was off galavanting with the object of Sigyn's affection. Affection that ran very deep based off of her concern and prior anger. But instead of sieging right past him on the way to take Idun out with a rock and reclaim her love, Sigyn had thought about the apple maiden's husband. Not everyone would have. Especially when they had that much fire in their eyes at the time.
“Thank you,” Bragi said, “I'd prefer that too. There's only one Idun. I'd be in grave trouble.” He chuckled softly and shook his head. “But I'm confident that it will. The opposite side of the spectrum has always concerned me a bit more, actually.” Idun had never given Bragi any reason to doubt her devotion, even when she didn't know she had any. As for Loki, if he was trying to win Idun, he was going about it entirely the wrong way. Bragi couldn't think of anything that might salvage it, and Bragi was the leading expert in winning over Idun. Clearly, Loki should have gone to him.
The Thor quip made Bragi laugh. “You'd be surprised how many times something like that has actually happened. If he helped me every time, I might spend more time making instruments than playing them.” Since she was looking at the ground to the left, Bragi looked to the right. “I don't mind much though,” Bragi admitted, “It's a better use for the hammer.” He loved Thor, but Bragi had a very hard time understanding why Thor's favorite approach to giant negotiation was always necessary. He had a hard enough time understanding 'sometimes', let alone 'always.' Bragi had always struggled a little with that. He didn't know why they didn't talk and try to work it out first every time.
“She said she might be a couple of hours,” Bragi answered. He looked up and raised an eyebrow. “You made him oatcakes and he stood you up? No wonder you were angry.”