He was so lost in thinking about his daughter, about her living all alone and far away in the realm of the dead, where it was cold and without him there to look after her that he didn't hear or feel any shift behind or near him on the bed. Nothing about the house or the room seemed out of place, nothing seemed different. There was a light feminine scent on the air, but he was accustomed to hallucinating that sometimes, so it didn't alarm him either.
That was until something touched him and someone said his name. Someone from behind him. Someone in his bed.
Had he any inkling that anyone had been in his house at all, he wouldn't have been startled at all. Except Loki was under the impression that he was completely alone, so at the touch and the call, he screamed in a very unmanly fashion and leaped from the bed toward the fire in terror. “What the fuck?” He shouted a second later, followed up by the realization that one of Frigg's ladies must not have taken his I'm going to pass out face down and hopefully not wake for a few days statement literally -which in the case of one of the wouldn't be the first time... hadn't he told her specifically not to bother him tonight?
Loki didn't bother registering if it that particular goddess' voice or not. “Dammit, woman, I told you not to bother me tonight. Maybe not in those exact words since Frigg was standing right there but fucking aye, do I have to spell it out for you?” At which point he turned his head slowly, body still facing the fire, and realized that he was not looking at the person he thought he was going to be looking at... in his bed.
His face fell. Her. What was she doing in his bed? Why was she here? Did she... she wasn't naked was she? Was did she come here for? “You are completely insane,” he said quietly.