For Asgard!

"And you are the type that if you are not sharpening your mind, the hour is wasted!" Sif quipped back without malice. It was just how they were. Sif liked to think they complimented each other rather well that way, because neither was he clueless as to the battle side of things, nor was she all brawn and no brains. She sighed. "And yet, here we both are."

Loki's little childish gesture had been unexpected, and as Sif felt the itching on her stomach she raised her head to find it sprinkled with grass. She looked up at Loki, rolling her eyes, and pushed the grass from her stomach with the back of her hand. "Feeling playful are we?" A long while had gone by since the last time she had seen him so. It was only good sense to take advantage of it. Sif ripped a handful of grass from the ground and blew it off her open palm in Loki's direction.