Idun had put a good amount of distance between them by the time she heard the door pulled shut. In fact, she had returned to the smoldering scene of the crime before Loki even had a chance to close the door. Hearing that noise made her eyes widen with realization. She'd left him standing in the doorway! Idun spun around, ready to march back to her friend and apologize, but that would just look even worse. Less like she was in a hurry to clean up her mess, and more like she was still horribly, painfully distracted.
Before she could work out a middle ground between those two points, Loki was leaning against the doorway, and Idun felt a great deal like looking away and hiding her face in her hands. This was just embarrassing. He knew something was wrong. Loki was a very bright individual, but even if he was the dimmest light in all the worlds, Idun was being tragically obvious. That was terrible. She sighed.
"Nothing. Nothing much, really. I just had to sit through another ballad about pure, sweet love, and it's just...annoying. Bragi is making a mistake. But I can't tell him that, because good friends don't criticize the goddesses their friends fall in love with. That's bad manners. But she sounds so terrible." Idun shook her head. Then she crossed her arms. Then she pursed her lips. There was absolutely no way to stand here, talking about this, and be comfortable at the same time. "I just hate the idea of him making such a monumental mistake. He's a good friend, Loki. He's a wonderful individual. But he's going to ruin his life if he isn't careful."
Idun uncrossed her arms. "I'm sorry. I'm being terrible company. Come here," she said, and then she crossed the kitchen to lean up and hug Loki like she should've at the front door. "It's great to see you, Loki. I really am glad you could come."