Sif, of course, understood what Loki meant. More so than he did, in a way, because where there may have been a bit of goodwill towards him before, none could be found now in most people. She lowered her gaze, a hint of sadness washing over her features. She could not know what that felt like, not belonging, feeling expunged from one's home, but she could not deny he had had his hand in making it so. "You have always, voluntarily or not, distanced yourself from us. After a while some began resenting that, twisting your different tastes into some sense of superiority. Eventually we began thinking it was due to some sort of jealousy over Thor. I am not saying we are correct, merely where that may come from. Or did, initially."

As for Thor's reactions, she couldn't blame him. Sif was willing to give Loki the chance she hadn't before, but she couldn't expect the same from anyone else. It was out of some form of love she had felt for him ages ago, a part of which would always remain in her heart. Sif did not want to lose him again, even more than she already had. To others, he was already lost, or it hurt too much to entertain the possibility that he might not. She understood. "At first we mourned you as dead, Loki. No one looks for the dead. But your mother never gave up. Even Thor was ever ready to come get you soon as we got wind of your whereabouts. Your mother - she found you, some time after. She found you and Thor came for you. But what you did, what you planned to do..." She shook her head, raising her eyes to his face again. "I pointed my blade at you because I thought you dead. Dead men do not greet you as you exit through doors. I did not believe it was you."

It was a sad thing that Loki rebuked his original home so totally, but Sif was more at peace with the idea than she would have thought. That was simply because everything she had lived that he hadn't pointed towards that anyway. She gave him a smile that mixed sadness with gladness. "As long as you find a home, I can't fault you for it not being the one you were born to. Even if I shall miss you...Once in a long while. I don't think them fools any more than I think myself one. I am here enjoying your company, am I not?" Perhaps this place alone would make him less open to whatever cruel ideas he had gotten into his head before invading Midgard with an army of Chitauri.

"I think I speak of this too much already, but yes. I think a king does not instil competition between his two heirs from an early age, when what the kingdom needs is cooperation between the two. I think a king does not pretend to be considering either when one is groomed for it somewhat more than the other. And finally, I think a king needs to be a better judge of character." She eyed Loki briefly. "It is clear - and, as it turns out, confirmed - which of the two, objectively, might be a better king to Asgard on virtue of, at the very least, wanting to be it. Provided he would not abuse his power and use it merely to gain more of it, of course." Sif was not so naive as that. Despite what was said about the better leader being the one who did not want the position, Sif did not think that, for his many qualities, Thor made a good king when he did not want the throne in the least. He had grown quite a bit during his time in Midgard, but while there he had fallen in love with the whole realm - not just Jane Foster - in a way that made him lack objectivity. After speaking Sif leaned closer, an intense look upon Loki. "You will not repeat any of this to anyone, do you understand? I never spoke to you about the Allfather. Ever."

Shaking her head, Sif sighed deeply. "I meant neither. But you did not long ago call yourself a masochist for befriending me and I cannot deny you that moniker."