Liesmith, Silver-tongued

Of course it began with silence - even with Angrboda it had been silence, although it came with slamming everything around. Sigyn was never as openly angry as Angrboda had been, but a lack of greeting was a very pointed, very obvious sign of her anger. He followed her path across the room, tracking her with his eyes.

As soon as it was clear that she wasn't speaking to him, he sighed and flopped his arm over his eyes to block out the light. Briefly, he entertained the idea of hiding out in Thor's rooms for a while - his brother would never turn him out; maybe he could wait out her anger. No, that wasn't actually a good idea - better to just get it out of the way.

He pushed himself up, wincing at the ache in his side and through his shoulder. Quietly, he made his way to their rooms, mindful of the slight limp he had for the moment. Maybe he wouldn't actually hide in Thor's rooms, but it didn't mean he couldn't pretend otherwise - Loki would antagonize her a little, if it meant pushing past the silence to the actual argument. "My dear," he started, heading for his closet to pretend to gather some clothes, "Could you pass me my book?" Well, maybe that wasn't his most well-thought-out plan - his book could hurt, if she threw it.