“No... it's not.” His voice was quiet. Rather quiet. That wasn't the sort of hurt he was concerned about. There was a reason he had told her time and again that the biggest threat to him was Frigg. Not that he could prove Frigg ever had anything to do with his past hurt -she didn't confirm or deny it, it was just a fair assumption. She would have been one of the very, very, very few to know what had been going on with him and Sif... and only because she was a nosy gnat about everything. The only person Loki thought he ever told... ever had maybe been Odin.
Maybe.
He was going to have to come out with it. How vague could he keep it and still get his point across? “That's... only those. And no, I don't think you are at all in danger of sharing either of their personality flaws. But, there was someone else who...” he sighed and he gaze shifted down to his hands. The exhale was long and strained. Loki told himself that he owed her his honesty. If they was going to be different than his previous failures he couldn't treat it like everything else. Seemed legitimate logic.
“I never got a chance to... I'm not entirely certain anymore whose idea it was to not talk about it and at this point, it's irrelevant. But when you consider that I am sometimes barely tolerated beyond Odin's word, I remain unclaimed publicly by my father, have no title, a less than ideal reputation and am absent a lot...” He started to wonder how much shame might have been there. She was such a vain woman. “I came back from a lengthy bit of travel to find that not only had she been entertaining other options, she accepted one. Someone,” who wasn't a bastard, who had title, was adored and impossible for Loki to compete with, “more reliable.”
It was really, really difficult to talk about. He hoped Sigyn understood that.