Sigyn listened as he began to talk about where his adventures took him. It was obvious that he loved to see and explore new things, it was right there in the excited light in his eyes, in the way his voice warmed up when he spoke. It was always a pleasure to listen to somebody talk about something they loved, even more so when it was something that piqued her curiosity as well.
When he asked about skewers, Sigyn picked up her knife and moved toward the brush they'd placed in front of the door. There were a couple of longer branches that should do the trick. Sigyn broke them off, then began removing the bark and sharpening the ends. She kept listening as she worked, only mildly aware that the blanket was getting looser from her exertions.
It wasn't anything terribly important. She could just readjust it while her back was still to him, before she returned to the fire. She didn't want to miss any of his recitation since it was probably as close as she was going to get to seeing such far flung lands herself.
But when he told her to get out more, Sigyn forgot the plan to readjust as she turned to give him a disbelieving look. “You have no idea what it's like to be a woman, do you? You're just so used to going and doing as you please, you don't understand what rules we have to live by. Enforced not only by men, but by others of our own sex. Rules that can be bent to a certain extent, but not for nobody goddesses without family connections or anything of importance to leverage. I don't have the freedom of Freyja or Gerd. I hold on to what I've been given by the skin of my teeth sometimes, and I'm far luckier than others because Frigg sponsors me.”
She crossed to offer him the sticks-turned-skewers, bending slightly at the waist to reach him where he sat. “There are consequences for our actions, Loki. Some I'm willing to live with, which is why I paint, even though Frigg would frown upon it. It's why I'd gone to see my foster mother, though I was told I should wait until an escort could be arranged. These things will earn me at least a lecture, without question. Probably some form of punishment or other, that the handmaidens will pounce on and make worse in some way. But I can live with those consequences.”
Sigyn shook her head, her hair falling forward to slip off her shoulders with the movement. “Going as far as you have? Doing the things I want to, seeing the things I want to see? That would get me far more than a lecture. That could lose me my place in Asgard, and I am not ready to give that up, I have things I want to accomplish and I haven't reached those goals, I've only just begun. I'm not in a secure enough position to say screw what other people say. Yet.”