There was a satisfying sound that came rushing out of his lungs when he hit the ground, and Sigyn was pleased to hear it. That's all she'd wanted, a little tit for tat. He'd made her get beaten up by her wood bundle, so she wanted to make him fall down just as hard. She had, now she needed to get up and get to the cave. She knew she should go back for the wood she'd dropped, but there was plenty in the cave and she had to get there first.
At least, that had been the plan. But even as she set her hand against his shoulder to push herself off of him, he started rolling. It threw her completely off balance, and before she knew it, he was looming over her. What happened in the next few breathless moments were a blur of wiggling, grabbing, grunting and squirming. Then everything went still, his hands were around her wrists, his body laying heavily on hers, pinning her against the wet ground.
When he asked her to yield, she looked up at him defiantly, ready to tell him just where he she'd like to yield some of her firewood and how he'd be walking funny for a week afterward. But the look on his face made her hold her tongue, and then she made the mistake of meeting his eyes. Forget-me-nots in the shade. The words flickered through her mind, and she recalled that's the color she'd decided his eyes were the first time they'd met. This was the first time she'd been as close to him since that meeting. Closer. They were closer this time.
When he asked again if she would yield, Sigyn knew that she ought to go with her first instinct and say the rude thing she'd had in mind. Giving in to him would only let him think he won, and she had a feeling that Loki was the sort that if you gave him an inch, he'd take a mile. But she felt less inclined to fight with him right now for some reason. At least, there was less heat to the way she would fight. There was less heat in general because the chill was definitely seeping into her body from the half-frozen, mushy ground below her.
She gave him a slow, amused smile. “Of course not. But I am willing to call a truce if it gets my bottom out of the icy puddle it's currently resting in. What do you say we put this on hold until after we get into the cave and at least get a fire started? Oh!” she exclaimed with sudden realization, “did you drop your dead thing?”
What it was, Sigyn wasn't totally certain, as she'd not really looked that closely. But it was furry and limp and probably intended to be his dinner. She turned her head and tilted it up a bit to look for the carcass, hoping that it wasn't too damaged. Just because she wanted him to suffer didn't mean she wanted him to suffer. “Let me up, Loki. Let's get what we've dropped and get inside. Then you can ask me to yield again.” Then her face turned back toward his, her eyes sparkling with good humor. “Though I'll tell you now, the answer is probably not going to change. But wouldn't it be better if we were both more comfortable? Get off. You're heavy. What have you been eating lately, Thor's goats?”