It was Sigyn's turn to blink, and she did so because he went off on a tangent she hadn't expected. Oh, she knew he was going to protest going, but because he was so bent on being a manly man that he didn't need help. She had no idea he was going to pitch a fit about meeting her mother. What was wrong with meeting her mother?
And then he said something that made her brain stop dead, then start spinning almost faster than she could think. He waved a hand between them, and said something about whatever this was. This? This what? What was he talking about? What did that mean? What was this? What did he think this was? What did he think she thought this was? Sigyn was so confused. What could he possibly mean?
In the back of her mind was a little voice that said she knew what he meant and was being deliberately obtuse. But Sigyn ignored it, or tried to, because there was no way Loki could mean that. There was nothing like that about whatever this was. He didn't even like her. She didn't even like him. Most of the time. And even if she did think he was attractive, he was so incredibly annoying, there was no way it could be that.
Could it?
Did he think it was?
Wait. Did he think of her that way?
Sigyn blushed, despite herself, then chidingly told Loki, “I have no idea what you're talking about. Holda will take one look at your broken butt and know exactly why I brought you to her. She's a very good healer, and an excellent cook, and besides, do you have any better ideas?”