Sigyn paused near an alcove, feeling a whisper of a breeze. Turning she saw the window and moved towards it. She needed the coolness of the fresh air. Her face felt so heated, there had been too many people in that room.
One too many for certain.
Why had she let Frigg talk her into this? She wasn't good at lying, she didn't like it. And playing games was just not her style at all. But in the moment, it had seemed like the only option: make Loki jealous. And apparently Thor's son had been willing to help out.
Very willing, apparently. While he'd been pleasant enough, funny and charming, some of that appeal faded when Magni had put his hand on her knee under the table and squeezed. Then it vanished all together when he told her that he'd only agreed to have a real chance at courting her. This was why she'd had reservations. Now an innocent man was going to be hurt. Because there was nobody for Sigyn but Loki.
A deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Sigyn decided that she should try the direct approach again. At least once more before she gave up. She'd have to sneak back into Loki's house, but this time she'd wait in his kitchen rather than his bedroom. This time, she'd just talk. What did she have to lose?