Loki felt a crack appear in his perfect little bubble then. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking at, but he could put enough of the pieces together to get an idea. And Sigyn was so sure; as sure as she'd been about Ragnarok, and he remembered how hard it was to get past that.
Maybe she'd never gotten past it. Maybe this was just an extension of that. Maybe this was something else entirely.
"Sigyn." He took her face in his hands, forcing her to look directly at him. He tried to keep his voice neutral, but it was hard. "Sigyn. Where have you been?"