That was easier said than done. The bed was upstairs and she wasn't sure if she trusted her legs to get that far. But she would try or else Loki would lose his patience and just blow up the shop. She really couldn't have that-- it was, after all, her main source of income.
"Up the stairs," Sigyn said simply, taking a moment to catch her breath, needlessly fix her dress and turn to walk there with each shaky step. Her bed was old but big-- she had been waiting for his return. Knowing Loki, he would probably think she had another man sleeping it in but he should know better.
She sincerely hoped they didn't break the bed-- she had had it for a long time and truly liked it. Loki didn't pay much attention to things like that though. They were expendable.
Her room was simple and elegant, edged with white and lace. It was all very innocent and "Sigyn". Clearly, it hadn't seen a man's touch in a long while.