Siggy's face did not fall. Her mouth set into a hard line, and she kept her head up, her chin lifting slightly as if to counterbalance the weight of the revelation. "I am Siggy of Kattegat," she said, keeping Thor's revelation to herself. She could celebrate and mourn Rollo later. This was not the time.
"I was the wife of Earl Haraldson of Kattegat, and after he died I remained in the household of Ragnar Lothbrok. Now I live in the household of Peggy Carter." Peggy's name still sounded foreign and strange in her mouth, much like everything else here. And now Thor himself said that he could not be her god here. Her eyes widened. "How can that be? You are Thor."