Loki sighed and answered her as best he could without stopping. The snow was getting deeper, the wind was getting stronger and visibility was waning... he wasn't going to get to the cave as quickly as he could. “I told you. I know this area quite well. I come through here probably once or twice a season.” As he walked, he adjusted his pack and the rabbit carcass to make them easier to carry while his cloak billowed around him. “There's a bit of cave right over here...”
Then he stopped dead in his tracks. Wait. He knew this area very well. The cave was the only shelter he knew of other than the village... but that was miles away and she'd never make it in this weather. “Where is your shelter?”
He had this sick feeling in his stomach that they were both thinking of the same place. Which put him in an odd position. He'd rather not spend a second longer in her presence than he had to since she seemed so intent on making him upset. And yet, he couldn't leave her wandering about in the snow in a relatively desolate area. He wouldn't do that to any woman. Not even Frigg.
This was not the time to sit and ponder what to do, though. The weather was getting worse by the second. So he started walking again.
Because his hood wasn't pulled up any longer, his hair and eyelashes were covered in snowflakes. The pink in his cheeks not from the cold as much as wind burn. Even he, who was perfectly comfortable in the cold, needed to get out of the storm. It wasn't the cold that bothered him... it would be the damp.