“I'm not shy,” he said firmly. “It's just that this is...” Is what? What was it? It wasn't like a fair portion of Asgard hadn't seen him naked. He was the genius that thought tying his nuts to one of Thor's goats in order to try to make Skadhi laugh was a good idea. He was not shy. But, and he couldn't figure out exactly why, but for some reason the thought of Sigyn seeing him naked -and at the same time vulnerable, filled him with unease.
There was no desire to seduce her, no bold dropping of the blanket to show off what he had been told were his fine endowments. No, this was so odd. It was different. Sigyn was not the sort of woman that would appreciate that behavior. She was beautiful. She was smart. She was helpful and somewhat kind. But she was challenging to deal with. No matter what he gave she gave it right back. Was that the root of his problem with her? That she challenged him?
It was something to think about later. Content with her eyes being closed, Loki sighed and let the blanket fall to the ground. He figured he'd move the good leg first, because then he weight would be on the good side and he could bend over and do the rest of the work himself. In theory. Except that as he lifted his foot from the ground and all the weight shifted, the stabbing pain in his butt made him draw his breath in sharply and reach forward to grab her offered shoulder to keep from falling over.
Gods above how he hated being in physical pain.
One leg in, then gingerly the other was moved. He winced with each movement. Yeah, this was going to be a fantastic trip back to Asgard. A moment later he got a grip on the waist of the trousers and tugged them up. He was situating them enough to tie at his waist when he said softly, “Thank you.”