That. That was quite a number of words strung together that didn't say very much at all. All Idun would have had to have said was, “sorry, I burnt the dessert, I'm having a bad day” and left it at that. But she kept qualifying what she was saying, which told him something was not altogether right with the Apple Maiden. Then she left him in the doorway.
Loki sighed. “Why yes, Idun, thank you. I would love to come in,” he said to the air in front of him, entered, shut the door behind himself and followed in the direction where she had gone. He knew her and her home well enough to not be lost. And, well, if her direction hadn't told him where the was headed, the faint cloud of smoke and the heavy scent of burnt pastry would have solidified it. She was probably going to finish taking care of it and his arrival had interrupted her.
This was curious. For as long as Loki had known Idun, she didn't dwell on things. She sort of lived in the moment. It was sort of what made them get along so well. She also, was the type to only have enough room in her small body for one emotion at the time. When more than that was going on, she tended to, in his opinion, get jumbled up and flustered.
Something was definitely getting to Idun. “So,” he asked, leaning against a wall in her kitchen. “What happened?” Obviously something has happened or she wouldn't be having such a bad day.