“How close?” He asked at first, trying to ignore the very real knot that formed in his stomach at her kissing his forehead. He knew that knot. It was an old enemy that had betrayed him before, so he hoped ignoring it would make it go away. Loki blinked a few times instead, and gave Sigyn a rather bewildered look. She didn't know how close they were to Jotunheim. Where did she think they were? “Sig, we're in Jotunheim.” He paused a for a moment. “By a number of miles.”
The knot settled a bit, so Loki relaxed his head into the earth. “Farther in than you were when I found you being hauled away.” He closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath, bringing his hand up to hold the bit of cloth she had been pressing against him. There was a brief moment when his hand touched hers again, but this time he paled because he felt damp. Damp that could only be explained away by the reason the cloth was there to begin with. His blood.
Loki felt suddenly ill.
He wasn't squeamish. He'd hunted and killed many animals for their meat and he'd hung around with Thor long enough to be accustomed to blood. But that was always different. That was never his own. “Check my pack,” he said quietly. “There should be, I had to fix my shirt yesterday.”
Loki sighed. He needed to keep his breathing steady and relax. If he got wound up and excited his heart would beat faster and then he'd bleed more. Sounded logical anyway. “If you are worried about other jotun, don't. There is a village of theirs about six miles to the east.” He sighed again and turned to look straight ahead. “And three miles beyond that is where A...” Loki stopped abruptly. No. He would not speak her name. It would be like summoning a dark and evil creature from the depths of darkness if she got wind of him being even remotely near. He would rather avoid that witch if at all possible.
“Where my ex-wife lives.” He drew in a deep breath. “Most jotun will leave you alone and most of them aren't all that bad or different from us. But there are some bad seeds... they give the whole a bad name.” Though, Thor seemed to have a vastly different opinion -only a dead jotun was a good jotun. “Those that are out that could find us, won't usually come near those rocks,” Loki tipped his head a bit toward the large formation of rocks behind them. “Stupid superstitious bastards.”