“Just who are you going to call for? You don't want anybody to see you like this, so you're just going to sit here with a hole in your bum, aren't you?” Arguing with him had become such a habit at this point that Sigyn didn't even hesitate to speak her mind. With someone else she might have worried about repercussions but even with their somewhat contentious relationship, she instinctively knew he wouldn't harm her on purpose.
“There is no way I'm leaving you here, any more than you would leave me, so you can forget that idea right now,” she informed him. “You're hurt and you need me.”
She bit her lip for a moment debating how much she should actually tell him. He was probably going to balk, again, and she'd have to try to convince him, again, and if she lied to him she could take him there and he wouldn't know until they arrived. But she really couldn't think of another place he'd be willing to go either, and even if she could have, Sigyn didn't like the thought of lying to him. At this point, she'd feel like she was betraying him somehow.
So she came right out and told him her idea. “We can go to my foster mother's. It's on Midgard, and we're close enough that it shouldn't be a long trip from here. You can rest there until you can make it back to Asgard under your own power. And if anyone asks, I can honestly say I went to visit family.”
Sigyn watched him hopefully. She really wanted to get somewhere safe and warm. And Loki should probably have that wound actually looked at and cleaned. Holda could do that. Really, when was he going to figure out they'd accomplish so much more working together, rather than him arguing with her all the time? She was starting to think he liked it.