He had been about to point out that he would have done it for any woman, that it happened to be someone he knew was only secondary and he wouldn't have left her to be hauled off to be forced into slavery, matrimony or raped... or whatever the jotun had intended to do with her. But, he stopped just before saying so. Part of him hesitated because it really wasn't responding to her words of thanks and that should be focused on rather than the holes in her arguments, the other part of him was shocked by the realization the her hand was reaching toward him.
What did she want? Was she going to touch him again? Why? She didn't look like she was going to slap him, so that was unlikely and he didn't think he had said anything that would make her want to slap him. At least not at the moment. Then, she touch him. Well, his mouth really, but it was so odd that Loki wasn't really sure what to make of it.
Before he could even ask her what she was doing, her hand jerked away and suddenly she was snapping at him again. What the hell? Hadn't they moved passed this?
“My fault?” He asked and pressed himself as upright as he could with his hands. Weight balanced on one hip, he tugged the fabric a bit more over his pelvis. “How the hell is you getting captured and hauled off by rogue frost giants my fault?” Loki wasn't really upset at her accusation, just very confused. “You are in their territory, their world, Sig. And considering it is extremely unlikely that they hunted you down in Midgard with intent to capture you -they are opportunists and not usually known for scheming, what are you doing in Jotunheim to begin with?”