That was all it took before Sigyn forgot her cool and rushed at him, arms around his waist to hug him tightly. It took a few moments to realize that he looked... a bit different from the last time they met. Younger, thinner, more boyish. Loki liked to do that-- change forms just to mess with the minds of people around him. But he was still Loki, cunning, cruel, but somehow likable (to her anyway), Loki.
If this was one of his jokes-- if he was just a hologram going to disappear before her eyes, fingers touching nothing but air-- it would have been the cruelest prank he could have ever pulled. But she hit flesh, bone and blood and was relieved to find him there and real. He might have looked different but he still felt like her husband, smelled like him. If she was someone else, someone who didn't know Loki's hatred for weakness (except in a fight), Sigyn might have started sobbing uncontrollably or fall to the ground with weak knees. But all she did was hug him and rest her head on his shoulder, wanting to touch his hair, his skin, his face. In her small shop here in peaceful, modern times, he still looked a beautiful as he did in the midst of a bloody battle.
"I can't believe it's really you," her voice was as even as ever, as soft as a whisper and calm as a gentle river.
As happy as she was to see him, Sigyn hoped no one passing by thought she was a pedophile-- that would raise some very awkward questions.