Loki set it pack and his rabbit aside, then looked around. Obviously she put more thought into this than probably necessary. He still thought she should have spent her time heading back to Asgard rather than waiting a storm out in Midgard and gathering provisions. And really, she had more in here than he would have bothered with. Like the pine boughs, while nice, weren't necessary. Loki had waited out storms before and knew that all he'd really have to -and would have done, would be to lay his cloak down as bedding, transform into something with heavy thick fur and curl up on it.
Obviously, that was probably not going to be an option now. And she'd gathered a considerable amount of wood, which, he also wouldn't have bothered with. At least not to the volume she did. He needed fire to cook, not to necessarily stay warm. Or the brush, which he decided she would probably need help with before she even asked. Loki was skilled at surviving in the wild with minimum necessary. She had gone out to get comforts anyway. Well, and she was lacking some of the talents he had for survival.
“I don't want to argue,” he said as he grabbed a branch to heft into place. “I want to be treated with respect.” Loki glanced her way briefly. “I get enough of being treated like a scapegoat, or a jester, or a punching bag because other people make bad decisions. I get enough of being chided for saving my own ass and saving everyone else's ass when no one else lifts a finger to either help me or save themselves.” He frowned. He also got tired of having people he cared about taken away from him. Usually at his blood-brother's bidding.
Sometimes it got to be too much. Sometimes he wondered if there wasn't a sign hanging in Asgard that said, “if something goes wrong, it's Loki's fault.”
“As for the wolves,” he said and went back to shifting brush around. “Sometimes...” He thought for a minute. It wasn't a well known past-time of his and he had to be careful who he told. Tell the wrong person and he could kiss any chance at privacy in future escapes goodbye. But even though Sigyn got under his skin, even though her jibs rubbed him raw, he saw no reason for her to take the information, if provided, and used it against him. “Sometimes I run with a pack.”