Both of Bragi's eyebrows rose. “It's even worse than I thought,” he said. Bragi wasn't joking or being sarcastic. He was completely sincere. Bragi hated it when a good romantic gesture was thwarted. The bog meant labor and the choice of berry meant thought. Even the word 'bog' sounded miserable. It was heavy on tongue, and required opening the mouth all the way. Without the cloudberries, missing a breakfast was upsetting, but not severe. With the cloudberries, something had to be done.
“I might have to confront Idun about the time she spends with Loki after all. If I do, I'll keep your name out of it of course.” Bragi probably would have done this anyway, without any reason at all other than that he'd been handed the opportunity, but this changed things. Now he had to tell Idun that he knew about her affair with the fire giant as soon as she got home. No matter the pain, or the cost. The cloudberries demanded it.
“If you would like, we could probably arrange for you to monitor her reaction yourself.” Bragi offered. It might not be necessary, but Bragi wasn't sure how well he'd convinced Sigyn that he wasn't naïve about his wife's intentions with the trickster god. Words only went so far, and Idun wouldn't let him grow the beard back. This could be the best way to get Sigyn solid evidence to go with his testimony if that was what she needed. Best case scenario, they'd all get a great laugh. Worst case scenario, there was no better time than the present to learn he was married to the most convincing con artist that ever lived and his entire life had been a blissful illusion up to this point...Except maybe the past. But Bragi wouldn't dwell.
“I would love to try one though,” Bragi told Sigyn. He smiled at her. Bragi felt a bit guilty about eating another man's love note, but on the other hand, oatcakes really were better when they were warm. The thought had already been wasted. It would be a shame to waste the oatcakes too. “I'd better fetch the apple wine that I promised,” Bragi said. He'd almost forgotten. He looked at the ground and then back at her.
“I imagine you'd prefer not to eat them standing up. I'll fetch you something to sit on too. Would you prefer a chair and table or a blanket? Or we could go inside, if you'd like. If you don't mind the books” Bragi needed to talk someone into building more shelves again.