There was something weird happening here. Something she wasn't sure she liked at all. When he looked at her, after she said he could trust her, the expression on his face made her want to... Oh, she didn't even know! But it made her want to do something so that it would go away. She felt an ache in the middle of her chest, almost like she wanted to cry, and yet not. It was uncomfortable, and Sigyn really wanted to find a way to ease that discomfort. But she had a sinking feeling that the solution had something to do with Loki, so that wasn't likely to happen any time soon.
Her train of thought was interrupted by his single word, and it took her a moment to understand what was causing him consternation. It took another glance at his pants for it to fully crystallize, and when she gathered the comprehension of the problem, Sigyn rolled her eyes.
“Really?” her voice was mildly incredulous. “With all you've done, or at least been rumored to have done, and with the number of women that are credited to having been in your bed, you're actually shy? Loki. There is a time for being a gentleman and observing the proprieties. Standing naked in the middle of the woods with a hole in your butt is not that time.”
Gathering the pants in her hand, she knelt down in front of him, holding the fabric so that the holes where his feet needed to go would be very easy to find. “Here, just step in. I'll hold the pants, and you can hold onto my shoulder if you need to for balance, alright?” Then she looked up at him, grinned, and deliberately closed her eyes. “There, I won't even peek. Feel better now?”