Sigyn found herself returning the grin, though she had no idea what was so funny. There was just something very infectious about the way his face lit up. It made his eyes even bluer, she thought. Then she reminded herself that she was not going to be distracted by how pretty his eyes were. She'd already decided that.
And she was starting to come to the conclusion that there was little Loki didn't have an opinion about, as he began speaking about future husbands and men in general. What he was saying was completely counter to everything that young women were taught, and yet... And yet he did have some very valid and logical points. Sigyn found herself nodding in agreement.
But that really wasn't how things were done. Regardless of what Loki said, it wasn't just women that espoused the need for a wife to be crafty. “I would like to agree with you, but really, I've heard many men give compliments on a woman's embroidery or weaving. I've heard husbands brag about their wives' accomplishments at spinning. That leads a person to believe those are the sorts of things that are valued in a mate, especially when it's reinforced by other women. So while I'd like to take comfort in your conclusions, because that would give me some hope of finding an intelligent husband, I can't help but wonder if it's only your opinion, Loki.”
Sigyn shook her head, and stated bluntly, “I'm quite resigned to being a spinster, in any case. Frigg keeps trying, but Holda tried too, and I just don't seem to be able to pick up those sorts of skills. Threads and yarns and strings... they are determined to thwart me. I am beginning to believe they were designed specifically to add frustration to my life. I will stick to my painting and simply do without a husband. After all, I don't really see why I need a man to define who I am. No offense intended.”
That would probably send him scuttling off. Always seemed to with other men. Though Sigyn got the impression that Loki was not like other men at all. Still, being outspoken had rarely gotten her compliments. But when he left, she could get back to her painting. So she would not be disappointed if he went, she was determined she wouldn't be, she was planning not to be. She hoped.