"I can think of a lot of things," Sigyn told him dryly. "Half the time that ends with you yelling at me, or one of us injured."
She gently smoothed her hand across his shoulder, tugging his shirt back into place. Only fair since she'd yanked it askew when she'd made him kiss her. And even though he was going home, and most were still at the feast, he didn't need to look rumpled to anybody he may encounter on his way.
"I know you're gone frequently, and it sometimes seems like others think you're at their beck and call. So I know you can't give me a specific time," she told him. "Really, I was just making certain that you did want to see me again, more than when. Because I very much want to see you. I'm not even going to try to play some game. I don't know the rules and it's just not my style. I want to see you, Loki. And I want to be with you."
It was blunt, and she knew it was risky. So much so that her chest ached just a bit, waiting for him to respond. But she just couldn't do it the way that Frigg wanted. Sigyn was who she was, and she knew that she wasn't at all like the other maidens. Loki had always encouraged that. She hoped that wouldn't change now.