Sigyn couldn't help but roll her eyes. She frustrated him, got under his skin, and pissed him off, but he didn't hate her? She bit her tongue to keep from pointing out how inconsistent that sentiment was. But at least he didn't dislike her, so she'd take that and ignore how confusing the rest of it was.
Sigyn had the suspicion that he didn't really know how he felt about her, because he didn't know how to classify her. In everything else she'd heard from or about him regarding those of her sex, he viewed all of them either as bed partners or as enemies. Either Lofn or Frigg. Was there no middle ground for him? Because she didn't intend to be either.
Sigyn shook out the trousers, hoping to air them a bit before he put them on. She had no idea how dirty they were, but anything to freshen them up could only help. She listened to him talk as she set the clothing out in order, to make it easier to put on him when they began, occasionally rolling her eyes at his woe-is-me attitude. Yes, he had it rough, but goodness did he like dwelling on the negative.
With his final comments though, she looked up sharply. But said nothing. Not until she brought his things to where he stood precariously clutching the blanket, and then all she said softly was: “You can trust me.”
Had she not just proven that? And it wasn't the first time either. Eve when they'd fought over the cave, she did everything she could to tolerate him so he wouldn't be forced out into the storm. Which, she remembered, he'd done for her as well. They'd argued over which of them was going to leave the cave to the other. As frustrating as he might find her, and vice versa, there had always been an underlying sense of fairness. It was how Sigyn treated everyone, even though she knew others were not as generous.
Loki was wrong. She didn't have that much faith in the Aesir. She was grateful that she was being given the opportunity to live in Asgard, but no, she didn't trust them to live up to her standards. She just kept hoping they would learn by example.