Her eyes moved so quickly from the doorway to his face that she nearly made herself dizzy while they attempted to refocus. It had been so long since the last time he spoke, and that had barely been a grunt of affirmation to a question she'd asked him, that his voice was utterly beautiful to her. Somewhat raspy and rusty, but still a sound she craved. It took a moment for her to actually understand what he said, she was so lost in the fact that he'd said anything at all.
But when she did understand, her eyes narrowed slightly. Not in anger with him, but for those that put him here and made her once proud and confident husband doubt himself so much that he thought she would leave him. She would not. Not ever. Sigyn would just have to help him comprehend that.
“Go? Go where?” she asked quietly. “To the hall we had that is now empty? Without the boys, without you, it is not a home. To the friends that used to invite us to feasts and visit our hall, eat our food and play with our children?” Her voice, still quiet, became hard and bitter when she continued, “I no longer have friends. Friends would not have stood by and done nothing.”
Sigyn had to pause, the lump in her throat making it too difficult to continue speaking for a moment. It hurt, that betrayal. It cut deeply that not one of the people she thought of as friends and neighbors had stepped forward to help her sons. Even if they thought that Loki deserved a punishment this harsh, what had her children done to deserve that? They were innocents. How was that in any way fair to them? Where was the justice for her boys? Wasn't that what some of them claimed they stood for? And even if she could have passed off what happened with Vali as a terrible accident, a convergence of coincidences that led her children to such terrible ends, she could not and would not forgive what they allowed Skadhi to do next.
It was a desecration. But she knew why Loki barely moved, and why she didn't attempt to pull the bindings free either. It was all she had left of their sweet boy. Of either of them, now. They should have been allowed to give him a proper funeral pyre. They should have been allowed to attempt to find Narvi. Instead, they did this. All of them. Standing by while Skadhi did the actual deed was just as damning in Sigyn's opinion, and there was a great deal of hate in her heart because of it.
But none of it was for her husband. How could she ever blame him when she knew how deeply he loved their children? How far he would have gone to protect them? Loki adored all of his children, and again and again, the Aesir used that to hurt him. If her husband had a failing, it was that he cared too deeply.
“I have you,” she told Loki. “You are my home and my family, and all of both that I have left. I am going nowhere. It is not your burden. It is ours. But this punishment? Is out of proportion to the crime they accuse you of, and it is not fair. Something needs to change.”