That dress made Bella look like a starry sky just after sunset, her hair the sun burning its last before night settled, her necklace the moon rising at the same time. She was a vision, she looked beautiful, and Odin was sure he had traded his charming grin for a silly, star-struck one, but he was also sure he did not care. "Bella!" He whispered her name excitedly, handing her the flowers before she even spoke. He'd had to, because he was holding himself back from kissing her, which was exactly what he really desperately wanted to do since she'd opened the door. The flowers bought Odin time to settle down, which he tried to do by biting his lower lip and breathing through his nose. Keep calm, Odin, everything worth doing is worth waiting for. he told himself. And it was true, he'd lived long enough to know that.
He did not want to scare her or seem too forward and so he'd been going through his paces, taking his time. This wasn't a fling or a one-night-stand, this was - for his sins - something more. Or at least to him it felt that way. Faintly Odin started to worry that she might not feel the same way, but he quickly decided to worry later. He knew better than to ruin the present with anxiety over the future. That had taken him almost his whole life to master.