He fought the urge to snarl “fine!” at her, no matter how badly he wanted to do just that. She was being deliberately difficult again. Loki started to grind his teeth a bit in frustrated thought. Why was it so easy for her to get under his skin? It wasn't right or fair. Normally someone really had to work at getting to him the way she did in as short an amount of time as she did. “No,” he said and stopped grinding his teeth. “If either of us is going to leave, it will be me.”
It was partially because there was a dramatically smaller chance that he'd die of hypothermia in the storm, or of starvation for that matter and partially because he had been the one to snap at her. Why she should leave when he had been the one to bark at her? “These are mostly your provisions, there is no need for you to abandon them.” He closed his book of parchment and set it aside.
Sighing, Loki looked at her straight on and said quietly, “I'm trying to extend an olive branch here, Sig.” He stared at her for a long, hopeful moment all the while analyzing why he cared so much that she didn't venture out into the storm, or why he cared what she thought of him. It wasn't just because she was a woman. Or just because she was a beautiful woman, either. Though, he did imagine that her hair and skin must have been awfully soft and that like her blanket that was wrapped around him, she must have smelled fragrant, like laying in a field of flowers. No, that couldn't have been it. Many other women met those qualifications and he didn't care nearly as much.
Something was different.
“Keep the rabbit. I'm not hungry anymore.” Loki leaned over to reach the strap on his pack so he could start tucking things back inside. “I'll be out of your hair shortly, pardon the pun.” Then he stood, Sigyn's blanket hanging very low on his hips but there was no point in fixing it now, he was just going to put his wet clothes back on and leave.
“It's probably best I leave now anyway,” he said quietly, mostly to himself and bent over to reach for his trousers. “If Frigg knows you are gone, with this storm, all she has to do is go to Hildskjalf and look for you. And if she sees us sitting here as undressed as we are, what conclusion do you think she's going to draw? Your reputation will be shot.” That was, of course, assuming Frigg or Odin hadn't already sought them out from Odin's high seat.