The look that formed on Loki's face was quite the drastic shift from the muted look previously given. His eyes definitely shifted to look at her as opposed to through her and away, and it was quite clear that he assumed she had just gone completely mental. Not just the part about the yarn and wool, but the part about her not only noticing that he hadn't been looking at her, but obviously wanting him to look at her. What the fuck was going on? Did he miss a message somewhere? Why did she suddenly care what he thought of how she looked?
What the fuck?
In a rapid shift of focus, the suspicion returned to the front of his mind. That flurry of words about wool and the associated activities was not only woman's work -which he didn't really think himself above, it stunk of Frigg. That was her thing, wasn't it? All that domestic crap that was supposed to prepare women to be good wives, even though the actual number of residents of Fensalir that ever went on to find husbands was astonishingly low.
Loki replayed everything that had happened: the strange amount of times he and Sigyn kept running into each other in increasingly odd situations, the fact that Sigyn was so surprisingly different from the other asynia that she intrigued him, the strange muddled mess going on in his brain over how to classify her but obviously had put her in a level of enough importance that he literally risked his life and limb to get her out of trouble, and Sigyn was so unknown there was no way he would know her beforehand to know if he was being played or not, plus he actually cared as to whether or not she saw him or his reputation... It was rather like someone was trying to get him to start to care for this goddess and was using whatever dirty trick they could to do it.
Then do what? Destroy him somehow? Frigg never did approve of his proclivities, or his presence at all, really. And she was an underhanded enough woman to do something this dirty and malicious. All anyone had to do was look at what the bitch was willing to do to her own mother in order secure her own place of power. If she would manipulate her own mother, then this was hardly beneath her.
And that whole outburst about the rather Frigg-like things he could be doing to make time pass, followed up by a rather desperate question that boiled down to whether or not he liked her. Oh, that filthy, conniving bitch.
“No,” he said, his face showing a mixture between annoyance and hurt. “And I'm done looking at you. When we return to Asgard, you can go tell Frigg that her little ruse didn't work and I certainly won't be falling in line with whatever degrading thing she had in store for me. I'm going back inside.” Slowly, because it hurt, Loki turned to go back into the house. He shouldn't care, he didn't like her. He shouldn't care, and yet, he did.