Sigyn finally looked at him when he said he agreed with Frigg, wondering if he had hit his head somehow. She wasn't completely wrong? Well, she wasn't right either. Or at least, her plan wasn't right for Sigyn. And if that was what was necessary to be in a relationship, she wasn't so sure she wanted one.
She just wanted Loki.
As she listened to him talk, she began to shift around the puzzle pieces in her mind. A few that she thought had fit together were looking less like actual matches, so she took them apart and shuffled it all, and started over. Trying to remove all the emotion, the longing and humiliation and fear, from it, Sigyn tried to look at things from outside the problem.
He'd fretted over her reputation, more than once. When she'd shown up naked in his bedroom, he got rather agitated. Though he'd been very gentle when she'd hurt her head, and solicitous. He never said he didn't like her. He had said that he couldn't trust himself around her, more than once. And that had come up after the trip to her mother's, which is where he'd kissed her like he was drowning and she was oxygen. He'd worried about her when she'd left before seeing Eir. Thor was actively trying to push him towards her. The plan to make him jealous apparently worked extremely well. He'd rushed right out here to tell her that he thought he was wrong for her, but seeing her with somebody else made him want to set the building on fire.
A smile slowly spread across her face, growing wider and wider. Loki wanted her too. She was pretty sure of it. Sigyn took two steps to move closer to Loki, so that she was standing right in front of him, so that he couldn't look anywhere but at her. "I'm perfect?"