Something dropped. Something hard and heavy. It was loud. Did she hear it? Why didn't she react? It had been deafening, but apparently he was the only one that heard it. Maybe it was all in his head. He was exhausted and she was talking about not wanting any of that commitment stuff either and...
There it was again.
Oh. Yeah. That. There was no polite way to say he'd heard those words before without giving away more information than anyone had business knowing about him. If he was completely honest with himself, it still tied him in knots when he had to look at the person who spoke those lies to the point where he would have laid all nine worlds at her feet if he could, then turned and ground him into the dirt because she decided she wanted something else instead... something she said he couldn't give. Never even gave him the chance to try.
The only good that came out of the rage that followed that were his children... that were now anywhere other than where he could see them. Damn her.
That's if Loki was being completely honest with himself. If he was honest, he was trying to protect himself as much as Sigyn. Even if he didn't believe in all that fancy... love crap. At least not like people liked to claim it worked. That was a load of shit.
“There's no where else to sleep anyway,” he said quietly. “I don't really have guests, and the ones that the kids used have been tipped up and stored.” Loki walked over to the fire in silence and pulled a steel grate in front of it after poking some of the flaming logs to the stone outsides with a stick. Less chance of unintended issues then. He stretched a bit, joints cracking and he made a definite groan from being sore. He was so tired. But, what was he going to do?
He was going to fall over shortly if he didn't lay down. The mead was not helping. There was a severe limit to options and it was his house, he was not laying on the damn floor. They'd also slept under the same roof -and in a damn cave together, before with no issue. With a heavy, tired sigh, Loki extinguished the candlestick and moved to the other side, “if you can tolerate me, I really need to lay down. I've had tree roots and stones sticking in my back every single night for weeks now.” His voice was quiet and gentle, and he was trying to sit just as gently even though every muscle in his admittedly not small frame just wanted to collapse. “You don't have to rush out of here, and I liked talking to you,” he snorted quietly as he slowly laid back. “Probably too much.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“For what it's worth, Sig, I'm way too exhausted for it to have been any fun for you anyway.”