“I'm fine,” he said. Though, he really wasn't. It wasn't so much the cold as the cold and damp combined. And any snow that had gotten on him, due to his nature, had started to melt relatively fast. The front and back of him were damp, the front of him fairly soaked, the back not so much since his heavy travelers' cloak -which tended to double as a blanket more often than the blanket from his pack did, kept most of the moisture away from his skin. But there were some sensitive bits in front that were feeling the sharp chill of being wet.
He'd be able to warm himself just fine, once he was dry. Which left him knowing that he was going to have to do the same thing she did and something about that left him a little uncomfortable. Loki wasn't shy by any means, evidenced by his publicly attaching one of Thor's goats to his testicles in order to get a laugh out of Skadhi, but there was something different about this. Something that would make him more bare and vulnerable.
Loki didn't like to feel vulnerable. Actually, other than happiness, Loki didn't like to feel anything else at all ever. He fought it -other emotions, rather in the same way a small child fought bedtime. Anger was the easier of the other ones to give in to, but he didn't like being angry. He far preferred to laugh. But sitting in a cave, with a blanket wrapped around his waist and no intent for seduction or slap-stick humor, naked save for a blanket and his boots with a woman he didn't even like for the better part of a day or two left him feeling really raw and open. And he didn't like it.
Though, knowing that she had only been teasing him was kind of making his wall of dislike of her start to crumble. Loki didn't like that either. Because if he started to like her then he was going to want her and Sigyn was not the sort of woman that would be alright with an occasional roll. It was safer if he didn't like her.
Then he sighed and took the offered blanket before gesturing for her to turn around as well. He wasn't shy but he would feel better if a woman he had no intention of seducing didn't watch him strip down. Once satisfied that she wasn't watching, he took off his heavy cloak, shook it out a bit and laid it down to dry out so he'd have something to wrap himself in when it came time for sleep. Then he took the knife that had been tucked into his belt and set it down so that he could undo and take off his belt. Then his tunic, his boots... his socks were dry so he left those on, but the pants that he had tucked into this leather boots were incredibly wet.
Once it was all removed and he was standing there only in boots with gifted socks on inside, Loki reached for the blanket she had offered him and he realized how incredibly soft it was. He brought it up to his face and the strong aroma of lavender hit his nose. This was most definitely a woman's blanket. His own probably smelled of straw or hearth fires, given where he tended to bunk on his own when traversing Midgard -it wasn't uncommon for a stranger to take him in, feed him and give him shelter for the night. So he took a deep inhale of the scent. Sweetly scented and soft, just like he was sure her hair was...
What?
No. Loki shook his head. Enough of that. He wasn't going down that road. “Alright,” he said finally, with her blanket wrapped around his waist.