Sigyn had moved closer while he was looking at the pendant. It was a subconscious desire to see how he reacted to her work, and a bit because she liked to look at the things she'd made. While it wasn't something that most would appreciate, since it wasn't a terribly womanly hobby, Sigyn always found pleasure in her artwork. Even after the fact. So she gave into her pride and stood close enough that she could see the details, just as he did.
So when Loki looked up, Sigyn was a bit startled to find that she was that close to him. She hadn't realized that she'd maneuvered herself into such a position until just that moment. Not that they were going to bump into one another when they moved, but she was definitely nearer than she had planned on being. And his eyes were very, very blue.
Not a light bluish-grey that was so common, but a deeper blue. It was not an intense color, but rather a comfortable one. Like forget-me-nots in the shade. Then she gave herself a mental shake, wondering why she was waxing poetic about the color of his eyes. Sigyn was generally not given to the silliness that affected other handmaidens and made them titter and blush, she wasn't going to start now. Especially not because he happened to have pretty eyes. She frowned slightly, first at her own thoughts, but it stayed in place when she registered his words. Because she was more than a little confused.
“How was it worded poorly? I thought it was a very nice compliment, thank you,” she told him, completely missing the innuendo. It was simply beyond her ken. “I use a very small brush, I made it myself. And I usually rest my hand on a tabletop when I'm painting something so small so that I don't accidentally shake it. I keep meaning to try to paint something larger, like a chair, but I'm... well I'm not sure that would be a good idea. I don't know that the others would... understand.”
By others, she meant Frigg. And by understand, she meant approve. Perhaps if her threadcraft was better, if she could spin or embroider or weave, Sigyn would be more secure. But this was outside the norm. And the technique for getting the supplies she needed was, as he'd already seen, very physical. Sigyn was almost positive that her painting wouldn't be considered an acceptable pastime. And she really loved doing it, so thus far, it had been a secret.