As with any wedding ceremony, the bride and groom had made many promises to one another. Bragi's sincerity was as clear in his eyes as it had been in his words. Idun had offered her forever with tears clouding her vision and she had never doubted the truth of her promise. But this was the proper test. It was easy to exchange words during an overwhelmingly joyous time, but the strength of those vows had been tested. Idun knew she could lean on Bragi. She knew her insecurities had been unfounded and unfair. This man, her husband, was showing the rest of the worlds what it meant to love his wife unconditionally. The very least Idun could do was come back to him. The very least she could do was believe they'd make it home. The very least she could do was ban goodbyes and farewells and any other silly things just to see Bragi smile like that.
Idun was filled with another silly burst of regret. Gloves really were the worst things ever invented. She hated them with an intense passion as Bragi kissed her fingers and she was only lucky enough to feel the ghostly suggestion of each touch. It wasn't Bragi's fault she was wearing gloves. Not really. That was the only reason Idun didn't glare. "Always 'goodnight,' but never 'goodbye,'" was her helpful suggestion before he vanished.
There was something deep in her soul, some extra piece that told her whenever Bragi was smiling. His grins completed her. Even without seeing, she knew. Idun felt it. Knowing he was happy enough to smile again warmed her better than any fire, and Bragi's words would've left her fanning herself if, by chance, Idun had possessed a fan in that moment. Since she did not, Idun simply smiled, sighing again as his lips took hers. No words formed. All the right words were currently swooning.
Hiding under the blankets really was her best option. Idun should've known that Bragi would join her. His appearance made her laugh, and Idun envied the floor for Bragi's place upon it. He surveyed their blanket home and Idun's resolve crumbled. She couldn't remain on the couch, not when he was so teasingly close. "We could expand," she told him very seriously. Before he could protest, Idun slid to the ground as well, the blanket remaining tucked up over the couch. Now it was their roof. The ceilings were reasonably high, all things considered.
"We have more than enough blankets," she continued. "And chairs, to aid in the expansion efforts." Idun, in a spontaneous act of rebellion, pulled off her gloves and cupped her husband's jaw gently. "And if that doesn't sell it, you might be able to con a few kisses out of me. But only a few."