He was so handsome when he smiled like that. Grinned, actually. Oh, who was she kidding. She thought he was handsome all the time. She had even when she didn't like him. And now... now she couldn't help but grin back at him.
When his other arm came around her, when he was all but hugging her, Sigyn let her breath out on a slow sigh. Then she nestled her shoulder a little more firmly against him, shifting her hip slightly to accommodate the new stance. It let her turn her face up to look up at him a bit easier.
"Nobody," she answered. "There's nobody like you."
Who cared about Thor, or his son, or any of them, when Loki was holding her this way? Who cared about anything but right here, right now.