It occurred to Sigyn in that moment that Frigg may have been more correct than she'd given her credit for. Because Loki was obviously thinking only of tonight. And maybe tomorrow night. Whereas Sigyn had been thinking of... well, not forever, she knew that wasn't going to happen. But she'd been hoping for a few more months at least. Maybe a year.
Since Loki wasn't concerned about long-term though, that should make this conversation easier. In theory. At least on his end. Sigyn suddenly felt far more miserable than she had a few minutes ago. But she gave him a smile anyway, unaware that it was utterly unconvincing.
"Of course I won't leave right now," she assured him. "I'll stay a while. But Loki... I won't be back. If you're right, and truthfully, you probably are, I won't be able to change Frigg's mind. I won't be able to fix things. And I can't take the risk..."
Sigyn sighed, and leaned forward to set her mug down. She wasn't going to drink it now, and she felt fidgety enough that she worried she'd spill it somehow. She didn't know how to explain without making things more strained between Loki and Frigg, and that wasn't going to help either of them. Sigyn didn't want to make things worse. But she didn't want Loki to think she was bailing on him because Frigg did nothing more than frown in her direction.
"She was livid," she began, hoping that Frigg's state of mind would mitigate her actions somehow. Angry people were not always rational. Loki would see that, surely. "And when I refused to budge, she got angrier and angrier. So she threatened to have me continually chaperoned and said, essentially, that I am only here by her good will. Just as you are allowed your freedoms because of Odin's favor. And really, if that was it, I wouldn't have..."
Sigyn shook her head, still horrified over what Frigg had said. "You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself. And I was willing to live with whatever threats she threw my way." She finally looked at Loki. "But it wasn't just you and me that she mentioned."