He turned his head away from her again. Loki didn't know how to answer that question. Truthfully, he didn't feel he deserved any bit of comfort. There were so many things that weighed him down. Maybe he shouldn't have helped Hod, but that would have let the kid down. But by helping Hod he betrayed so many others. Maybe if he had kept his mouth shut at Aegir's, he could have just gotten away with exile. He, Sigyn and the boys could have gone into Jotunheim... or Muspell. Or to Lauer, his mother's isle. None of this would have happened if he woudn't have provoked them.
But the worst part was the feeling that he failed as a father three times. He failed as a husband three times. With Glut, it wasn't meant to be. He'd failed that marriage and he let his daughters down by abandoning them with their mother. With Angrboda... he tried but it was a disaster. And that time he brought the children with him... only to not be able to save them from the Aesir's scorn. Aesir that waited until he wasn't in Asgard to banish the children to elsewhere. He failed them.
With Sigyn he had thought third time might be the charm. Things certainly seemed different. They had been happy. But in the end, he couldn't protect their sons from the Aesir. In turn, that hurt Sigyn. He... failed.
So he didn't deserve comforts. Loki sighed. “I don't know,” he said. There were things he would like: a blanket, some water... maybe a shave as he hated feeling scruffy -which at this point was more of a beard than scruff, but he didn't deserve those things. Hadn't the Aesir shown him time and again that he didn't deserve things, least of all respect. The difference was that now he believed it for himself. “I'm not really in a position to enjoy anything right now.”