Sigyn returned the favor he'd granted her, turning around to give him privacy while he stripped out of his wet clothing. She did her level best to ignore the sounds so that she wouldn't try to imagine what article of clothing was coming off, because that was just going to make her blush and she didn't do that sort of girly-maiden thing. Especially not over someone like Loki. Though she was learning he had hidden depths. Not that she'd really judged him before, because she knew how the rumor mill exaggerated everything, but now she was seeing a vulnerability to him and that was--
Sigyn stopped that thought before it could go any further. She wasn't going to feel sorry for him. And she certainly wasn't going to start thinking that what he needed was a real friend. It seemed to her like relationships and friendships flip-flopped in Asgard, depending on which way the wind was blowing that day, and that had to be even worse for him since they seemed to like to use him as a problem solver quite a lot. That would go a long way toward explaining his poor-me outburst earlier. To Sigyn, though, the solution to that was simple: find better friends. Just not her, because she wasn't going to be his friend. She'd be nice to him, but that was just because they were stuck in the stupid cave for the duration of the storm. Once this was over, they were going to go back to... well whatever they were before.
A hard shudder shook her body, as the shivers she was trying to suppress pushed through her will to make her shake anyway. She was warmer now that she was out of the wet clothing, but by no means was she comfortable. The blanket wasn't really enough to keep her warm, and with the way it was draped around her, it left her arms and shoulders bare. Had she been alone, Sigyn would have wrapped it over her shoulders like a cape and held the front closed with her hand. But because he was here, she had to make certain it wasn't going to gape open when she moved about, so instead it was wrapped around her torso, under her arms, with the edges overlapping and the corner tucked into the top to hold it all in place. She wanted to make that fire bigger and snuggle down in front of it, but that would waste the firewood she'd collected.
Sigyn swallowed a sigh as another shiver made her teeth chatter, and she almost missed Loki's softly spoken word. But as soon as she heard it, she turned around to move closer to the fire so that she could add some more wood. Which was when she saw that he'd tucked her blanket around himself. Just much lower than she'd expected. Around his waist. Which left his whole chest and stomach bare. Right out there. For anybody to see. Sigyn blinked, then jerked her eyes away. She had not been staring, she assured herself. She'd just been a little startled because of all that skin. Because he'd be cold. Except he wouldn't because he was a fire giant. Right.
In need of something to do to be busy so she wouldn't say or do something utterly stupid and girlish, Sigyn moved toward her pack. “I have a small pot and some dried goods in here. I'm willing to share if you are.”
Kneeling down, she began to rummage in the pack, without considering that it was essentially at Loki's feet. Sigyn's concentration was on getting something hot inside of her, so that she could warm up since the outside of her was so chilled. Something that wasn't helped when the blanket shifted as she moved to expose a length of leg. Keeping one hand in the pack to pull out supplies, she reached down with the other to pull the edge closed. “We should add a little more wood to cook with, don't you think?”