If Sigyn had known what Loki was like with other women, she would be inclined to believe that he could only be truly satisfied with her because she could put up with almost anything. But that was truly a prideful thought and she wouldn't dare let it cross her mind anytime soon.
For now, she gasped loudly at the sharp pain at the roots of her hair dulled by his mouth on her neck. Was it prideful to think that she loved him, really loved him, despite this treatment? Maybe because of this treatment?
Sigyn wanted to put her arms around him, slip her fingers under his shirt and touch his back and narrow hips but she really couldn't do much in her position except to just... let him work. But she wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel-- just one look and Sigyn was on fire.
Her leg was starting to shake from holding what little weight she had but mostly from her odd position. He wasn't going to make this easy for her.