And there it was. The outright-- well, alright, the sneaky-ish-- question of who Sigyn was interested in. But if Frigg knew, not only would she not help her, the Chief amongst the Asynnia would very likely forbid her from pursuing Loki. And when that didn't work, because it wouldn't, obstacles would be placed in her path. Sigyn didn't need any more of those. Loki was providing enough of his own.
The flush that stained her cheeks was not feigned, but the shy glance downward was. Sigyn felt that making Frigg think she was too modest to tell was the best way to skirt this particular situation. "I can't say. I just... I... I can't say. I don't want Heimdal involved..."
That was an understatement.
"But I just can't. Not... not yet. But you're right. I couldn't really..." Sigyn bit her lip. "Asking one of the others to deliver the message wouldn't work. Perhaps I could slip it to him without him noticing me. Or maybe under his door?"
Or maybe she could take Frigg's suggestions and combine them: put herself in his path and get him to do the deed. She could wait for him in his room, in the dark... ready. Sigyn blushed deeper.