Both of her parents were rather jealous and kind of possessive lovers, it made her wonder sometimes how they had managed to stick together for so long but then she supposed it was due to their prides and not wanting to be the first one to give up in this affair of theirs. Even if her father had to sacrifice his daughter to keep both his lover and his blood brother close, or sacrificing a man that was completely loyal to him. And that respect she appreciated as well since it meant something to her at the very least.

Her handmaiden is careful, she had been always careful when it came to using some magical stuff and the things with the leaves, well Sigyn wasn’t sure if they were going to actually work or not, but she didn’t lost anything by trying them out after all.

They were both patient beings, Sigyn had learned to be patient since the very start considering the people she lived with and she had always been praised for it, and she had heard of him even before he arrived to them but never paid much heed to the tales her brother will tell of him since she was focused on the lessons Frigg provided for her and then Loki had come to Asgard, she really hadn’t had any idea he was going to be weaved into her life in such a way.

Sigyn just blinked when she saw the dresses on his arms and the rather sparkly necklaces, they looked to be of quite a fine quality and she had to wonder just how he had gotten a hold of them. “Are those my gifts?”