For Asgard!

It was remarkable how straight and still Sif had stood the moment she heard Loki's voice almost at her back. So she was not the only one whose fortune had smiled upon in this place. The hint of a smile tugged at her lips and she took a few steps back, going to stand above Loki, blocking out the sun. She put her hands on her waist, legs spread apart, and sighed deeply. "You make it sound as though all you enjoy in me are my female traits." She did not have it in her to truly be offended by that at the moment, as she was in much too good a mood.

As for his question, Sif gave him a a look, eyes travelling from his t-shirt to his jeans. "I could ask you the same question." Sif entertained for a moment the possibility that her disappointment in seeing him out of his regal garb was mirrored in Loki himself in regards to her. "Natasha let me borrow these ill-fitting clothes, and the curious shoewear I purchased." Sif looked down at her feet, wiggling her toes. "Now, may I join you, Loki, or should I simply continue on my merry way?"