“Oh, are you useful other times? I must have missed them. Can you let me know when you'll be useful again so I can see this miracle?” she teased lightly, as she rifled through his pack to find the blanket. While she was in there, she found a knife near the bottom and pulled that out as well. She was going to need that, and the jotun had taken hers. Sigyn didn't really feel like going back for it.
Taking the blanket to where Loki lay, she commented, “You know I've seen it before, don't you? In the cave, you bent over right in front of me. I don't think that's the most flattering angle to view it from, by the way. I wouldn't use that as a seduction tactic in the future.”
Sigyn knew that she was poking at him, and that he usually had a poor reaction to her teasing him, but she was actually sort of counting on that. If he was distracted by her, it might make it easier on him when she removed the arrow. Besides, when people got mad and got into fights, they seemed not to feel pain quite as much when they got hit. At least, that's what she'd observed. Hopefully if he was mad at her, it would ease some of the pain she was about to cause him.
After helping him lay out the blanket and waiting for him to arrange it as he liked, she knelt beside him, putting one hand on his hip so she could look at the spot the arrow went in. Even though she knew it was coming, she was still mildly shocked at how warm his skin was despite being exposed to the colder air. Sigyn refused to dwell on that, though, because the arrowhead seemed to have gone in further than she'd hoped it would. This wasn't going to be as simple as yanking it back out.
“Don't worry about the jotun,” she told him. “They won't be getting up. For a while. Which is good, because neither will you. I'm going to have to, uh, make it a little easier for the arrowhead to slide out. I'm sorry. Just try to hold as still as you can, and not whine too much. It might distract me.”
Sigyn's hand tightened on the knife. Hopefully it was sharp enough to make the slices easily. Faster would hurt less. And once she widened the wound just a little bit, she should be able to pull the arrow out easier. It was a matter of cutting his flesh, or having to rip and tear it in order to get the projectile out. This was the best way she could think of to prevent more pain for him. Taking a deep breath, she sighed out, “Alright, here we go.”