Loki frowned the second he recognized her features. Oh, he'd seen this goddess a few times. After their initial meeting he'd mostly just scowled in her direction. He didn't know her much at all, and apparently no one else did either when he'd asked around if she was the sort for friendly jibes or if, as he assumed, she was just out to insult him, no one knew. Which seemed to be on her agenda again -to cause him offense. Really, Loki knew his reputation, but he wasn't a moron and he didn't particularly like being painted as one.
“Oh,” he said rather matter-of-factly, “I see your bitch lessons have been paying off. At least Frigg is good for something.” Loki shook his head and tsked a few times. “Such a shame her ingenue has such a poor attitude. No matter how pretty her face, no man deserves such a shrew.”
He didn't answer her questions. She didn't deserve an answer with her greeting him like that. Really, what had Loki ever done to this woman to earn her venom? Nothing. He'd been nice, complimented her craft work and tried to be friendly... only to have her insult him. And Frigg expected to find a husband for her. Ha! Poor bastard if it ever actually happened.
Maybe that was the real reason few of Frigg's maidens ever found husbands, she trained them to expect husbands and yet treat potential mates like garbage. Maybe Odin's wife really didn't want her maidens to leave her and she was intentionally teaching them how to NOT get a husband while pretending to teach them how to do so. She was a crafty, shifty bitch. Loki never trusted the woman who usurped her mother's position as Odin's wife.
What loyal daughter did that?
Humpf.
So rather than speak any further to Sigyn. Loki slung the dead rabbit over his shoulder and started toward the cave he knew was nearby.