He had a very nice laugh, Sigyn noted. Not for the first time. Odin had a wonderful sense of humor, and they'd laughed together often in these meetings they'd had. It made her understand why Loki enjoyed spending time with his blood-brother. She was enjoying it herself.
A shiver moved down her neck then traveled down her spine when he touched her hair. It was only because it made the strands tickle her neck, she was sure. And it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Not at all. So Sigyn let the gesture go without saying anything of it. There was no harm done, and she knew he'd just meant to accentuate the compliment.
Which had made her blush, actually. Sigyn was aware that there were far prettier goddesses in Asgard, but it was still really, really nice to be told something about herself was beautiful. But she couldn't just accept it, it wouldn't be honest.
She shook her head slightly, and said, “No, it's just the sunshine that makes it seem so pretty, that's all. It's nowhere near as beautiful as Sif's. You should compliment the sun, not my hair.”
Then to show there were no hard feelings that he'd tried to be so nice, she turned her head to give him a smile. But when she did so, she found that Odin was much closer than she'd expected. Close enough that she could see the fine little lines around his eyes that came from laughing so often. Close enough that she could actually feel his breath on her cheek. It startled her a bit, and she froze, a soft “oh” of surprise slipping out of her mouth.