"Beautiful," he murmured without thinking. And then Thor did something that he couldn't recall ever having done before: he blushed. Because he hadn't meant to blurt that out at all. It was just... she was. Just looking at her made his heart happier.
But she'd greeted him formally, so he should return it in kind. Except he couldn't. Because he didn't want formality. He wanted the exact opposite of that. So he gave her the more casual, "Kveðja. Komdu sæl?" Then he smiled. "Though I can see for myself how you are. And you are... more beautiful than a summer sunset."
Which was far more poetic than Thor usually was, but it's what she reminded him of. He wasn't trying to be cliche, or ape Bragi, or flatter her. He was just being honest. What was it about this woman that made him react like this? He felt like he was an untried boy again.
Clearing his throat to cover his own unexpected bashfulness, Thor held out the long, slender package. "I brought something for the boy. Hope you don't mind, just thought it might be something 'e'd like. But I can take it back if I'm overstepping."