Good. She screamed. That was going to make this easier. Hopefully the jotun would leave them alone and not come stalking over to watch him fake mauling her. What Loki could have done without, though, was her swinging her bound arms at him. When she made contact, he had to try to avoid getting hit. At least not hit anywhere that counted.
He needed to get those ropes off her arms but changing back into himself right now was far too risky with a small group of weapon bearing jotun not far away enough away to be comfortable Once her arms were free the woman could run off and Loki would follow to not only make it look like he was chasing her, but to make sure she was alright.
Weaving and lunging, Loki tried to get even just a small part of the rope in his mouth. A task made more difficult because she was moving about. Understandable, she didn't know that he was who he was and not actually a wolf and that he was actually trying to help her. All she knew was that there was a wolf snapping at her extremities. Still, he needed her to take it down just a notch.
Without looking at her face, which he still had not seen even though her voice did have a bit of a familiarity to it, Loki kept biting at her hands, trying to get the rope, while he suddenly called out silently, Stop. I'm not going to bite you.
Then, a moment later there was success. It wasn't much, but he got one of the rounds of rope in the front of his mouth and started tugging at it. Pull, he said and finally took a look at her face.
Her.
What in the nine worlds was she doing in Jotunheim?
Just a bit, he was a little glad it was her. On the other hand, Sigyn had put herself in a great deal of danger and now, inadvertently, himself as well. He stared a good long moment before staring to shake his head and tug, pulling himself backwards to try to get it loose enough to either untie or her hands to slip through.