At her softly spoken words of how he could trust her, Loki gave her an unsure look. Time would only tell. His trust was not given easily and many times it was betrayed after it had been given. Trust was important to him. When someone trusted him, really trusted him, he valued that trust and tried very hard not to break it. And his trust... it needed to be earned at this point. Loki had trusted far too many people too soon only to be greatly let down.
Though, for as annoying and frustrating as Sigyn was, she had yet to really do anything untrustworthy. It was a shame that she was so difficult because she really was quite attractive. But she didn't travel in his circles, or on his radar for the usual activities. So... what did that make her? A... a friend? That would be weird. Loki didn't have female friends. Well, other than Idun, but she was more like family so that didn't count.
It was perplexing and far more complicated than he felt like trying to figure out right now. So, he sighed, reached out to grab his trousers first when it occurred to him that this was not going to be easy and he was going to have to drop the blanket. So much for not letting himself hang all out as bare as the day he was born.
What was even the best way to do this? He'd not had help getting dressed before. Undressed? Oh yes. But not the reverse. So, how did this work, exactly? And how could he save his pride and still let Sigyn help him? If she bent down to hold them, his business was going to be all up in her face and somehow, Loki didn't think she'd appreciate that like other ladies had.
Loki looked from Sigyn down to the trousers in her hand and then down to where he clutched the blanked. “So...” he started and let trail off.