So far, Loki was still being kept under very strict confinement. The chains hadn't been removed except for chances to bathe (and even then, with heavy guard), and the gag had only been removed for short, scheduled mealtimes. Loki was given freedom to move about his room as best as he could, given his chains, but they were going to remain, at least for now.
The only extraordinary kindness he'd been allowed were books (he suspected Frigga had played a part in that; even when he was small, she would bring him books, even if he were in trouble). At present he was curled in a corner, hunched over the book in his lap. He didn't look up at first - the guards' voices usually were nothing interesting, nothing worth responding to - but as soon as the words filtered through, he reacted.
His back went stiff - while he wanted desperately to see a friendly face, he was very nearly ashamed to face Sigyn. He had never been very considerate, and it embarrassed him to think about how little he'd considered how his actions would affect her. He had thought about it - but he'd decided that her own standing as one of the Vanir, their sons' status as - even illegitimately - related to the Allfather, that it would protect them from most of the fall out of his plans.
Loki met her eyes, but only for a second before dropping his gaze to the floor. It was bad enough that she had to suffer the repercussions of being married to him, but to have to see him like this - still too-thin from his time with the Chitauri, still dark and hollow - that was just... unfair. From anyone else, the idea that he was a source of shame would make him angry, full of that bitter rage that had fueled so much of his recent actions - but from her, it just made him marvel at the unfairness of her situation. She'd done nothing wrong, yet here she was, being faced to deal with the shame of her monster of a husband.
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The only extraordinary kindness he'd been allowed were books (he suspected Frigga had played a part in that; even when he was small, she would bring him books, even if he were in trouble). At present he was curled in a corner, hunched over the book in his lap. He didn't look up at first - the guards' voices usually were nothing interesting, nothing worth responding to - but as soon as the words filtered through, he reacted.
His back went stiff - while he wanted desperately to see a friendly face, he was very nearly ashamed to face Sigyn. He had never been very considerate, and it embarrassed him to think about how little he'd considered how his actions would affect her. He had thought about it - but he'd decided that her own standing as one of the Vanir, their sons' status as - even illegitimately - related to the Allfather, that it would protect them from most of the fall out of his plans.
Loki met her eyes, but only for a second before dropping his gaze to the floor. It was bad enough that she had to suffer the repercussions of being married to him, but to have to see him like this - still too-thin from his time with the Chitauri, still dark and hollow - that was just... unfair. From anyone else, the idea that he was a source of shame would make him angry, full of that bitter rage that had fueled so much of his recent actions - but from her, it just made him marvel at the unfairness of her situation. She'd done nothing wrong, yet here she was, being faced to deal with the shame of her monster of a husband.