She couldn't even enjoy the fact that he was carrying her again, because once again, he was going on about her reputation. Didn't he understand that she really didn't care about her reputation anymore? It wasn't as though she was ever going to be a big name in the pantheon, and she certainly wasn't getting married, so what did she need a reputation for?
Actually, maybe she should just go home. Not the maiden's hall, but home. To Holda. Leaving Asgard might be the best thing altogether. Because then she wouldn't have to see him from afar, knowing he wasn't going to talk to her. Or hear about his adventures. Or worse, hear about who he'd slept with this week. Distance would help her. It had to.
He was so gentle when he laid her in bed, Sigyn almost wanted to cry. Loki could be so incredibly sweet. But he only did it with her when he was forced to. He might not dislike her, as he claimed, but he certainly didn't hold her in any regard. That had been wishful thinking on her part. His only concern for her reputation was probably to do with how it would affect him.
But as he spoke from under the bed, she started to frown. Seriously? That was his logic? He was talking to her now, so she could call tonight a success?
If she'd felt better, the words would have come out with a sarcastic bite to them. As it was, she felt so battered physically and emotionally at the moment that instead, they were dully dry. "You're only talking to me because I cracked my head open. And not even for your company am I going to injure myself on a regular basis."
Then, because Sigyn fully expected this to be their last conversation, she decided to ask him the things she really wanted to know. It wasn't going to hurt anything at this point, was it? The game was already lost. And he was indulging her at the moment. So why not? "Why do you think you don't have merit? Earlier you said I'd find somebody of merit and I'd be tainted by association with you. Why do you think you don't have merit, Loki?"