“I wasn't the one that ate a mouthful of snow,” she tossed back at him almost immediately after his jibe about her being pinned. Apparently she couldn't help herself, because she hadn't even intended to do that one. But he reacted so much, it was always fun to see just how high he'd jump when she poked him with a stick. Someday, she should tell him to stop that. But not right now. They were going to be here at least two days, and she'd need some form of entertainment.
When he approached again, Sigyn felt warmer once more. That hallucination was getting a bit silly. It was understandable when she was laying under him in the snow, with the contrast between the cold ground and the body heat he must surely be putting out. But she'd thought she'd felt it when they were moving the brush, which she could explain away because she'd been moving around. But here? Kneeling next to the unlit fire? There was no reason she should feel warm.
She'd heard the maidens and flirts in Asgard talking, about how they would sometimes feel flushed or overheated when the object of their crush was nearby. Loki's name was occasionally brought up in those conversations. But Sigyn thought that was just fanciful imagination on the parts of the fluffy-brained. Besides, it wasn't as though she had a crush on Loki. Half the time, she wasn't even certain she liked him. So what was causing that?
Then before her eyes, there was a little flare, there in his cupped hands. He was holding fire! Why wasn't he crying out in pain? Why wasn't he dropping it? Sigyn watched, torn between fascination and fear for him, as he set the fire into the kindling, then proceeded to stoke it until it caught. What had just happened? What had just happened?
She totally missed the grin, as her eyes turned to his hands and she couldn't help herself. Sigyn reached over and grabbed them, turning them palm up so she could see for herself that he was uninjured. There was the smallest sigh, a little sound of relief. “Oh, you're not hurt at all.”
Abruptly she realized just how warm the hands were that she was holding. Hands that had held fire, created fire. It wasn't in her head! He was warmer! Sigyn looked at him, startled, because she could only come to one conclusion. Loki was an eldjötnar, a fire giant. She blinked at him, wondering what that might mean regarding who he spent most of his time with, even as a shudder ran through her body. Her hands might currently be warm, but the rest of her was probably turning rather blue. She had to get out of the wet clothes.
Sigyn reluctantly let go of his hands and said, “You need to turn around. Please.”