Quite a bit of time passed in relative silence. Could have been ten minutes, or fifteen minutes... or even a half hour where the only sounds were the shifting of Sigyn as she made food -mostly for herself at this point since he was no longer hungry, the crackling of the fire, the wind outside and the occasional crinkle of parchment as he moved it. There was a nagging sick feeling at the pit of his stomach that he was trying to ignore. Loki knew he had overreacted and he should probably tell her as much, but why should he let his emotional guard down so that she can just berate him again?
Except that his mother's voice was echoing in his head and telling him things he already knew. Apologize. No, she's being insufferable. Aren't you? You need to apologize. She started it... months ago. I'm rather tired of being picked on and bullied all the damn time. She has to learn that her words have consequences. Loki... What? Apologize.
Loki sighed and laid one hand over the parchment in order to keep track of where he was on the page. Even though he knew it wasn't actually Laufey speaking in his mind, it was the part of her that always stayed with him. And she was right, as usual. His mother was the wisest person he knew, leagues ahead of Odin. She was also selfless and strict.
He sighed again and looked up at her. If they sat in silence it was going to be a very long storm to ride out. “Look,” he said softly, “I'm sorry.” But... No. No but. Why? You are either sorry or you are not. Don't qualify it. Loki reached over to his pack and pulled out his wineskin that was filled with mead. “Maybe I am a little sensitive. Maybe my skin is too thin. But when you get bullied and teased as much as I have been, with rarely any playful intent, you start to prepare for the worst and even expect it.”
Taking a drink from the wineskin, he closed it again and tossed it across the fire in case she wanted some. “And while you might insist that you are only teasing, your tone of voice says otherwise.” Loki looked up at the cave entrance and listened to the wind blow. “We're probably going to be here a few days and I don't know about you, but I'd rather not sit here in cranky silence. Truce?"