What? What was that look for? Why was he looking at her like she spit in his food? A moment later the reason was revealed, and Sigyn rolled her eyes. Really? Were they back to him being all defensive and oversensitive? She'd thought since they'd been talking a bit, he'd have learned that she wasn't judging him or teasing him, or whatever else got his hair all twisted up in knots.
“Of course you don't know me,” she repeated, deliberately using the exact same inflection he had. “Which is why I'm telling you that these assumptions you have about how I should or should not behave are simply not viable or applicable to the life that I have to lead. It's really sort of presumptuous on your part to do so, but you don't see me getting cranky about it. I'm just telling you that's now how things work for most women in Asgard. And certainly not for women on Midgard.”
She had more to say on the subject. Something about the kind of women he did choose to associate with when he was in Asgard, but she got distracted. Because as he moved away from her, the blanket shifted lower. And she'd already been having some problems keeping her eyes off his chest. Now she was looking at his back. Well no. She was not looking at his back. She was looking lower to his back, watching the blanket shift just a little more with each step he took. Sigyn knew her cheeks were bright red, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away.
With a great deal of will power, she turned her head so that she was looking instead at a wall and tried to get her thoughts under control. This had never really happened before, but that would probably be because she'd never really seen a man this undressed before either. That it happened to be somebody she wasn't all that fond of didn't seem to be helping matters at all, either. Which was confusing, because Sigyn didn't think that somebody that drove her to say the things she kept saying was the sort that would normally cause this kind of reaction. He'd gotten her flustered enough that she'd forgotten to adjust her own blanket.
Well, with his back turned now, it would be the perfect time to do just that. Sigyn sent a quick glance towards Loki to be certain he was still facing away, then undid the blanket, looking down to make sure the adjustment would be more secure this time. “You know, you shouldn't be so sensitive. The others will just want to pick on you all the time if you're this easy to rile. Really, Loki, you need to toughen up.”