For Asgard!

It was a good reasoning, that. Sif allowed it, and the way she nodded with a placid smile was proof. "Just think of all the trouble we could get into. Or you could get into and I might or might not be persuaded to join you in. I believe that would more be the case." Sif retracted her leg slightly at the poking, a reproachful expression taking over for a mere moment when she looked at Loki. "Actually, dear Loki, even if I were unconscious I would rather you do your very best to wake me up before you even attempted to carry me anywhere." She knew he knew that would be her stance on the situation, but it bore repeating.

Loki's question made Sif turn her gaze up to the sky and wonder. In doing so she found that it had to be her biased view of certain aspects of Midgardian life that clouded her. "Not as such, no. But even in film, in their actions, they seem so eager and rushing to find their purpose. To evade death." Some even did so successfully, as was the case of a man, Sif now remembered, whom Loki had killed. But he didn't know that yet, he had not done it yet, she realized as she looked at him. The man, the Son of Coul had looked slightly distressed under his easy disposition, and the way he acted and asked her not to mention it to anyone made Sif wonder what lied beneath a happy miracle. To sit here with Loki before he had caused such distress was suddenly made very aware to her, and Sif bit her bottom lip to keep from blurting out some plea. Once he made his opinion of mortals known, Sif's eyebrows raised and a hint of mockery appeared in the curve of her lips.

"Vibrant, are they? My, you sound like your brother. You will be telling me you've fallen for a child of Midgard yourself in days." Sif rolled her eyes. "I don't know, as most of the ones I have met have been not quite the average mortal perhaps I have compensated too much. Natasha, Steve, the metal bending man...By all accounts all mortals but by no means average. And the others were in the wrong sexes at the time." Though there had been Joan, and Joan was average - tiny even - but the word was, undoubtedly, vibrant. In her passion as in her conviction, and Sif respected that. And there was Ruby. Vibrant she definitely was. Though, by what Loki said next, perhaps not so average.

"Oh? What do you think it is?" Sif looked down and exhaled sharply as Loki nigh-confronted her about being more accepting of Ruby's help than his. "Sometimes a stranger's help is needed more than a friend's. And I was drunk. She saved me embarrassment, truly." Now it was Sif's turn to poke him in the ribs, a smile of mock-disapproval in her face as she shook her head. "Yes, of course you are."