For Asgard!

Sif couldn't help a low chuckle. Imagining Thor attempt something so delicate as to decorate eggs softened the blow of not having been able to see her good friend so far, not to mention it was an exercise in hilarity. "Yes, he gets that way once he realizes he is failing." She gave Loki a smile of complicity, assuming they both knew well the effects of Thor's frustration. Sif better than most, however, since she was guilty of it too. The more help she needed the less of it she was likely to accept.

Still laughing, Sif crossed her legs one over the other, raising her head back up. "Tried and true, is it? 'Tis settled then, you handle the call for rescue I'll handle the attempt at survival." She turned to him with curiosity. "I have heard of doors leading to other worlds. Perhaps one day you and I ought to venture into one, see what lies beyond, and we might have need of those skills then." It was a bold thing, to suggest she would like to do anything with Loki, but this was what Sif had regretted never doing: reaching out. So she had, and that was done.

"They all do, do they not? I know little of Midgardian culture but they all seem to somehow wear their short lifespan and consequent feverish search for purpose on their shoulders...Or perhaps it is that my perception is biased." She shrugged as she could. Suddenly all humans she had met and befriended invaded Sif's thoughts, and she frowned. "It saddens me. I shall still be many moons away from death and Ruby, Natasha - perhaps Steve - will be decayed if not dead. I know not how your brother manages." It came out, easily as if she had been discussing this DH Lawrence or still the human condition on broad terms. Sif eyed Loki fearfully, sure that he would remark on her indiscretion. It was, after all, something Thor seemed reluctant to discuss. "Well that went to a much sadder place than I had been prepared for! I apologize. So, yes, I met your friend Ruby. Lovely lady!"