The Prince of Mischief lay back in the bath, his eyes following the dancing flames that mingled with the reflection of the water on the ceiling. He could feel the aches leaving his body, speeding up his magical healing processes. Loki made himself sit up, grateful that most of the pain had left. He even found himself out of the tub to sit on the ledge, knowledgeably covering himself with the dry towel that was hanging. Loki sat there, thinking of her response, "how much of it was the truth." That's what he had pondered; felt. He had been betrayed, stripped of his identity. Stripped of AN identity. He wasn't a Johtun, he had always known himself to be Aesir. But how could he call himself that, knowing who-what he truly was. This was not fair. None of it was. HE was the one suffering through betrayal, yet HE was the one being punished. It was all THEIR fault. All HIS fault. Odin's fault. 

It was Loki's turn to be brought back to reality as Sigyn came back for him.

"You sure you can get up by yourself?" Loki raised his head from the cup of his hand to see Sigyn standing in the doorway with a towel folded in her arm; the lights still off. The prince found himself speechless for a moment as he noticed how stunning the human girl looked like in the dim light. He broke himself out of his stupor and placed a hand against the wall to get up.

"I should be fine," Loki replied, his free hand clutching the towel around his waist. His leg gave when he stood, and Sigyn was there in less than a second, but stopped herself from assisting him. He looked up at her through his long hair, his eyes amused and puzzled all at the same time.

"You're not going to help me?"

"Sometimes you need to be given the chance to pick yourself up. I trust that you can get yourself up. From the tub. If you can't well, I'm right here to catch you."

Picture's not Tom Hiddleston, but DAYYYHHUUMM!