Idun scoffed and swatted his arm playfully. "They were not," she laughed, shaking her head. It was difficult to speak when Bragi kept kissing her, but kissing Bragi made Idun forget all about speaking. And that last kiss, he'd been smirking when he initiated it, and Idun was properly convinced that was cheating. Feeling a smirk without seeing it was a special brand of torture. Her mind filled in the visual that was missing since her eyes were closed, and all her other senses followed until that smirk was all-encompassing. When his lips left hers or hers left his, it was difficult to tell, but when it happened, she remembered she was saying something. Another laugh escaped. "You made transitional rifts up, didn't you? You're a sneak like that. I bet you remember that kiss on the road perfectly."
If Bragi truly didn't remember, Idun had no problem reminding him. But she was still pretty sure he'd shaped a transitional rift with his words simply because she wasn't ready to kiss him and he wasn't ready to not kiss her. All the right emotions were in the right places now. Even if she truly wanted to scold Bragi, Idun was still too busy smiling. It had been her turn to find him, and she had, and Idun really wasn't about to let him go. Not even for a tongue lashing.
"I suppose slapping a J in front of my name doesn't make this any better than the name Jondi," Idun said, chuckling softly. She fell silent to give his question proper thought, though, teeth catching her bottom lip. "Hm. But...oh! I've got it. Juliet. It's beautiful, but tragic. If the lovers meet a tragic end, she at least deserves a beautiful name."
Bragi kissed her again and Idun stopped caring about fictional lovers. She held herself closer to him and smiled against his mouth. When he pulled away and took her hand, Idun almost dragged him back in for another kiss. Instead, she just shook her head. "No. Listen." Through the chaotic jumble of sounds, it was becoming clear that more musicians had toddled to their instruments. The notes weren't meant to go together, not right away, but all the melodies were slowly melting into a single, lovely sound.
"If we leave now, we'll never know how the song ends." The song hadn't even started, but that didn't matter.