Is that really how he saw himself? Truly? Did he have such a low opinion of his self-worth? Sigyn frowned slightly. Was that why he acted the way he did? Flitting from woman to woman because he didn't think he deserved better? And obviously his friendships, or the people that made him think they were his friends, didn't help at all. His blood-brother was responsible for the removal of his children, wasn't he? Poor Loki.
She might not be able to have him, but before she left, Sigyn was going to make sure he got a chance to see himself through less biased eyes. But he was so blasted stubborn, it was going to be difficult. She fully expected him to fight her every step of the way.
"I like your company," she told him. "I always have the most interesting conversations with you. And it's never boring. You don't expect me to conform to some feminine ideal of womanhood with the weaving and such... so why do you think you have to live up to somebody else's idea of what gives you merit?"
She shrugged one shoulder, trying to move her head as little as possible. "I think you're better than the rest of those morons you'd be so happy to marry me off to. You're open-minded, creative, adventurous, funny, and sweeter than you want anybody to know. You feel things more deeply than you let on too. You're clever, and manipulative, but not calculating or mean. Selfish, occasionally, but not self-centered. Of course you have flaws, everybody does. But I'd far prefer yours than some of the others I've seen.
"The truth is, Loki," she told him with blunt honesty, "after spending time with you, I can't settle for any of the rest of the dullards that Frigg keeps trying to push me towards. I'm never getting married, she just hasn't learned that yet. So you can save your speeches about my reputation, because it doesn't matter to me. I'd rather spend five minutes having a fight with you, than a lifetime of boredom with some man that you believe has more merit."