Loki growled. Actually growled. It wasn't a reaction he was accustomed to having in regards to a woman that wasn't the harpy Queen of Asgard. Sigyn was making him angry. Getting under his skin. He didn't understand why she was getting under his skin when he barely knew her. Which just irritated him even more.
Pausing, he rounded on her, “You know, I don't know you. You don't know me.” Loki pointed a finger at her and boldly jabbed her once in the chest, the snarl in his voice growing. “You know whatever shit Frigg had spoon fed you and I know quite well what that cow thinks of me. And it's rather rich of her to pass judgment on me when you take in consideration the shit she's done. Oh I know. I know it all.” Which he did. It was mostly common knowledge that she seduced Odin away from her mother and usurped her. It was pretty common knowledge that she threw temper tantrums to get her way. It was also pretty much common knowledge that when Odin was gone she'd take pretty much anyone to her bed.
Frigg was such a hypocrit and he hated her for it.
“And you know what,” Loki retracted his finger from her chest and waggled it in front of Sigyn in an attempt to educate her. “At first impression I thought you were smart... and clever... and spunky... and talented at something that is interesting and not trite. Someone who thought for herself.” Then he crossed his arms over his chest while he stared down at her. “And I was nice, and I tried to help because I've been around the nine worlds a hell of a long time. And you mock me!”
Loki made a face of angry disbelief. He couldn't believe this woman would be so cruel without him provoking her. He did nothing in his eyes. In fact, he had replayed it in his mind time and again, trying to see where he went wrong. If he went wrong. Though he wasn't quite sure why it mattered. She was no one of importance in his life. “You insult me, time and again. Why?”
The wind caught him a moment, making his cloak flap around him. It didn't phase him, he wasn't cold. It did bother his eyes a bit, so they instinctively closed when the wind blew in his face. When they opened again, he decided it was time to part her company. “I would rather avoid your presence altogether than have to endure your jibes but it seems the Norns hate me. Now if you'll excuse me, I know this area quite well and there's a bit of shelter over there and I plan to cook this rabbit, eat, have some mead and pass out until this storm is over and I can go give Odin what he sent me to get. Good day.”
Then he turned and continued walking, hoping this time she wouldn't follow.