Sigyn felt her cheeks flame when he made his comment about Frigg. She wasn't used to either the language, or anyone speaking of Frigg is such a manner. The Chief amongst the Asynia was respected and loved, and generally considered the end all, be all of behavior in women. Sigyn had never heard anybody disparage her before, and it made her a tad uncomfortable. Especially since Frigg had been so kind in helping her adjust when she arrived in Asgard.
Though she could be a bit overbearing about the spinning and weaving thing. She very much wanted Sigyn, well all of her handmaidens really, to excel at it. Sigyn didn't have the heart to tell her that if Holda couldn't get her to do it properly, Frigg probably didn't stand much of a chance at it either. But beyond not wanting to hurt the queen's feelings, Sigyn got the impression that it wouldn't make much of a difference if she said it anyway; Frigg tended to think she was always right.
Sigyn could see how that might rub a strong-willed person the wrong way on occasion, but she didn't know if that was the issue with Loki. Or was she a conquest that had gone poorly? Oh yes, she knew Loki's reputation quite well, but she'd never heard of him trying to woo Frigg. Which didn't mean it hadn't happened. Now she was curious.
And flattered. Very flattered, because he liked her artwork. And nobody else she'd shown had been as kind about it. Mostly because the only others she'd shown were women, and all of them wondered just how that was going to get her a husband.
“Thank you,” she told him sincerely. “It's very nice to hear that somebody else appreciates my talents. But Frigg has a very practical point. A woman is judged by how well she can take care of a husband, either current or future. While I could keep him fed and surrounded by pretty things, I'm not sure if I could keep him clothed. If I cannot spin or weave well, my husband would be frequently naked. That cannot be a good thing for a marriage, can it?”