She stood perfectly still, partially from shock and partially as a fight or flight response. Her body was completely tense, muscles coiled tight, ready to run. She'd done the fight and it hadn't done much other than bloody him a bit. Sigyn wasn't foolish enough to think if she hadn't had the element of surprise that she could have done anything to Vidar. He was a warrior, all the way through, and her only option now was going to be flight. She just had to pick her moment.
And then he did something so utterly bizarre and unexpected that she blinked. Her eyes lifted upwards to glance at the hat he'd just set on her head. What the hell was that all about?
Her gaze went back to Vidar the Silent for a moment, considering him. But she only had a moment before the people that had been standing behind her in line started making some disgruntled noises, and she realized they were blocking the table. Whatever was about to happen between the deities, it should not happen where they were. Without saying a word, she stepped to the side and moved toward an area with fewer people.
What did he mean, she won? Was that just about the elbow to the nose? Or was it a reference to Loki breaking out? Was that what he was doing here? Did he know? Or didn't he? Was Odin coming too? Were they going to drag them back to the rock? Was that why Loki hadn't returned yet?
Sigyn's heart was beating so hard she was sure that Vidar must be able to hear it. Or see it pounding out of her chest, even through her shirt. She just had no idea what was going on or how to proceed, because one wrong step could have such dire consequences. She really, really needed to tread lightly and keep things on an even keel.
So she said, “I'd like to apologize.” She meant for the nose incident, but a sudden flash of memory, of the mob, of his face in it, had her blurting out, “But I can't because I'm not sorry.” Shit! She needed to get a handle on that, because this wasn't about her anger and bitterness, this was about keeping Loki safe and free. “You scared me half to death.” Well that much was true, anyway. “I think I need a drink.” Definitely true.