Well, that was a lot of rather impressive and yet unexpectedly inappropriate language that he'd not expected to come out of her mouth in one long string. Even so, Loki wasn't faulting her for her. Perhaps not even for the crying part of it. Because she was crying and he hate crying. And he was fighting every single urge he had to look down at her to investigate whether or not she was actually bleeding because the corner of his eye told him that there was a whole lot of bare skin there and if he was having trouble keeping himself in check as it was, now was an even worse time for that to misbehave.
“Okay, hold on,” he said, trying to think of a way around this. This already looked bad. It was going to look way worse. There was no way he could easily wrap her in either the blanket from the bed or the one he was holding and keep it secured enough without a belt or pins or something to help her if she was bleeding. So, that was a problem.
Dammit. If she was bleeding and she got blood on her own clothes that was not going to be something she really needed to explain to Frigg later. Especially if caught leaving his house. The fucking Norns hated him. “Can you... just...” he lowered his hand that held the blanket he had been using to her, keeping his own gaze upright, “hold this to your chest... for...” lie. Lie through your damn teeth, he told himself, “warmth. If you are bleeding a lot, you can chill too fast. I will be right back.” Which he would. Though, really, he was just trying to avoid catching a glimpse of anything he shouldn't. All Loki could do was hope she would comply.
Quickly, he moved back over across the room and grabbed a long shirt that was not folded and put away. Not because of it being dirty, it was in need of mending. It was also darker in color and should, Loki hoped, set well below her hips. He'd just have to help her... somehow... get it on... if she didn't fight him on it. So argumentative sometimes.
Returning, he squat down, “I have a shirt, it's clean, I promise, but has a tear in the side... One arm at a time? I will help you. Then we can go closer to the fire and see if you are bleeding and if so how bad. And then... I'll look for your shoe.” And he was going to try to keep his eyes on her face the whole damn time, if he could.