Oh, she smelled so good... and the curve of her pressed against him...
Not good, not good, not good.
He should let go of her, this was getting physically uncomfortable enough, but then Sigyn had to turn her head and look at him and all Loki could do was grin. “He eats like his father, you'd never get to have an intelligent conversation about something that doesn't involve food.” Against his better judgment, his other arm slid around her waist to hold her in place, “her probably has Thor's manners. Which, you might not be familiar with, but I've been out with the man... they are repulsive sometimes.”
Smelled so good. Dammit.
“Besides, who else has my witty repartee?” He needed to go home, her mouth was far too close to his.