This was not going the way she expected it to. If she'd thought about it, Sigyn should have known he'd clean up before going to bed. And that would have been fine, since he put out all the candles after he'd done that... all but one... and even that would have been alright. Except he started a fire.
The room was no longer dark. And she'd really planned on it being dark, and having him just, well, react to a warm body in his bed. Then revealing later that it was so amazing because it was her, and he'd see that they belonged together. Which wouldn't work at all if he could see her. Now what? Now what?
He still hadn't noticed her when he sat down on the bed, so maybe this still had a chance to--
He sighed. It was a sad sigh. Why did he sigh so sadly? Something was wrong. And in spite of her plans, because Sigyn did care for Loki, she couldn't help herself. Her hand very gently touched his arm, just as she said, "Loki."