He took a courteous step back away from her as she ruffled through her pack. She was at his feet and Loki, while quite sure he had the blanket secured so she didn't get an unwanted eyeful, didn't particularly like the idea of her lingering below waist level. Well, he liked the idea, more than he cared to admit, which was precisely why he didn't like the idea. He didn't like Sigyn. Or at least it was something he had to keep telling himself. But he was well aware that with her wrapped in his blanket, unless they decided to trade for good, his blanket was going to smell of her when he got it back. Her blanket, wrapped around his waist, smelled of lavender. They'd have to wash their blankets as soon as they got back to Asgard.
Ahem.
In response to her offer to share her dried goods, he moved to the rabbit carcass -bending over to grab his knife on the way. “I have to skin it before we can do much else with the rabbit,” he said, then backtracked a few steps to his pack and everything he had unpacked. There was a small wooden box with a metal clasp that had some even small pouches in it, each was a different color and each held something he had collected from his travels around the world. Usually that consisted of something that would weather the journey home, such as spice. This particular box was full of pouches of spices from everywhere he'd been.
Picking up the box, he turned back to Sigyn and handed it to her. “The purple pouch inside, use that. I got it in Greece. I don't know if you've ever had it before. It looks like pine needles, but doesn't taste like it. It's an herb... they call it dendrolivano.” Loki looked away. Looking at her was hard, it for some reason made him want to be on his best behavior and act out at the same time. Sigyn was creating a sort of polarization in him that he didn't like. “Fragrant tree, is the the translation to our language. But it's a misnomer, it's not a tree at all, it's a shrub. And it doesn't grow this far north, it doesn't handle frost well.”
Then he turned around again and knelt before the carcass to skin it. He was taking unusual care to do as little damage to the pelt as possible in case maybe she wanted it. Rabbit fur was soft, warm and coveted by many, and given how tricky they were to catch without doing substantial damage to the animal's flesh, rare to get a whole undamaged pelt. “You can use anything like in there, just taste whatever you use before you use it, some of the peppers have a stronger bite than you would expect them to have and too much can be overpowering.”
He left some silence pass as he easily removed the skin from the meat. It was like second nature to him and he often traded the pelts among the mortals for things he wanted. It was more fair than pushing his weight around like he was sure some of the Aesir did. It was kind to offer something to those who offered a strange man a seat at their table and a spot on the floor near the hearth to spend the night. In this instance, since she was sharing, it seemed fair to offer it to her.
“You can have the pelt if you want it. Other than the necessary cuts needed to remove it, it's undamaged.”