Sigyn was thoroughly exhausted from pulling an all nighter, not to mention from taking the time to painstakingly make her man a good meal. All the other goddesses thought she was insane-- why be so kind to a man who was so ridiculously twisted? It wasn't like she got a "thank you" for catching venom above his head or for putting up with his womanizing (and... horse) ways. The gods knew better; marriage was not as it is today-- expendable, mostly a convenience for tax benefits. Back in the day, it meant something to be the first wife, rather than the second or even a lover.
And honestly, she really did love him, as sick as that was. She just... did, and couldn't stop.
The sound of the door opening was enough to break her out of her trance and stab herself in to finger with her sewing needle. It stung a bit but Sigyn hardly felt anything beyond the surprise of the appearance of Loki. She didn't think he would seek her out so fast. In fact, she estimated he would forget about her for a week or so until he was bored of other women or wanted to be a little mean to her for kicks. Not, of course, that she was jealous. She had many years of practice at being the obedient housewife.
She had her own set of wife rules to follow that was different from the old norm, though: "Obey, obey, obey... then do what you want."
"Loki," Sigyn stood up immediately, dropping the hat from her lap. If she wasn't careful to keep her composure, she would be tempted to just run up to him and hug him but that would potentially be awkward, considering they hadn't seen each other in so long. To her, though, it felt like only a moment had passed since the last time they spoke.