Idun knew Loki well enough to know he was still troubled. His thoughts were still heavy with the remnants of his own pain, and for that, she was deeply saddened. But he was not speaking of himself, and Idun did not wish to worsen things for him by forcing him into that conversation. No, Idun simply remained close to him, reaching to squeeze his hand after she'd dropped hers from his cheek. He was a dear friend, a true friend, and Idun secretly believed that one day, he would find all the happiness in the world. The sort of happiness that made him smile to himself for no apparent reason, the sort of happiness that could make even a fire giant blush. Idun kept these thoughts to herself for now. One day, he would see. She knew about love now, she believed in it fully and truly and deeply, and Loki would see that for himself one day. There was something pure beneath affection and infatuation and obsession, something more magnificent than her friend could imagine at this point. But he'd see. They would both find their loves.
Her smile was warm as she eventually dropped his hand. "Oh, I have yet to meet a man, god or not, who could have sense knocked into him," Idun teased. She understood what he was saying though, and that affection and gratitude shone brightly in her eyes. He loved her. They were family. One day, Loki would certainly know the other shades of love. Idun was so very sure of that now. "But thank you. I think...I think I'll go to him. So he knows. Bragi is a good man, Loki, and he'll appreciate the knowledge that he changed my views for the better."
She paused. "But first, let me try to feed you!" And with that, Idun laughed and broke away from her friend in search of food that could perhaps wash away the bitter taste of love from her dear friend's mouth.