The woman apologized to him, and though he did think she was a tiny bit crazy he accepted it with a quiet and gracious nod of his head. After all, it was apparent that her grievances did not lie with him — couldn’t possibly lie with him because he had done nothing wrong as far as he could tell. He was near their borders but near was a very abstract term given that he had left more than adequate space between their borders and his body — and considering he knew nothing of her home life who was he to hold a grudge? Bragi eased out of his submissive pose figuring she was not going to attack him anytime soon though he was acceptably cautious nevertheless. Her attempts at humor were met with a pensive stare from Bragi, despite her smiles shot to him he still felt a knot of tension in his stomach that did not seem willing to ease.
She had guessed right on the Odinn’s Cove part but Bragi’s brow furrowed deeper when she spoke about her unknown to him husband and something about a dead wringer. He didn’t want to admit to her that he had no idea what a ‘dead wringer’ was so he shifted his weight feeling the knot of discomfort clench tighter when she prattled about him being this unknown husband’s child — which was severely crossing his ‘things we don’t talk about’ line — or being related to him. Which was impossible because his mother had not had any siblings and considering Bragi knew nothing about his father (for all he knew his father really was the god Heimdall, given the stories) and it irritated him that this woman was presuming to tell him who his father was when she didn’t know him and she didn’t know his mother. “I doubt it considering I have no idea who your husband is,” Though he was highly irritated he hid it well behind a well practiced calmness and coyness, his natural defense to keep himself in check and keep his guard fortified. “You’re not my mother,” Bragi felt like he was being inherently redundant by pointing out what was plainly evident. “and since she claims my father is the God Heimdall I believe you are wrong.” And that was it. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It wasn’t this woman’s place to presume to know anything about him, or his enigmatic father and he didn’t like her shooting her mouth off like she knew anything about who he and his mother were.
“That has nothing to do why I’m here,” He told her briskly dropping the subject with the same suddenness one might drop a hot potato. He was done discussing it with her and done listening to her theories, despite that he realized he had opened himself up for that one even if it made no sense to him. “I’m not sure why but my mother decided that Odinn’s Cove was no longer safe for me and sent me here. So here I am.” And no matter what her or anyone else tried to tell him it was as simple as that.