His faithful wife, Sigyn, catches the poison in a cup; but still it drops upon him whenever the vessel is full.
Sigyn lolled out her tongue and her white teeth grinned at him in answer.
They found the manway ladder and began to climb, Fenrir and Sigyn impatiently crowding their heels.
He stood again on the stockade wall in the evening of the third day, Fenrir and Sigyn beside him.
Sigyn, Loki's wife, sat there and held a cup under the poison.
Fenrir and Sigyn were still obediently inside the doorway, almost frantic with desire to rejoin him.
But Sigyn, his wife, stands by him, and holds a dish under the venom-drops.
Yet from this one torment Loki had some relief; for alone of all the world Sigyn, his wife, was faithful and forgiving.