For Asgard!

Sif had not been expecting anything alike admittance of bad taste on Loki's part, so it was a pleasant surprise when it did come. While at the moment, as he was now, Sif couldn't quite see where Loki was similar to Lorelei other than the obvious sorcery, she thought back - or forward? - to the sceptre he had wielded and pointed at men's hearts to make them do his bidding. It was eerily similar, then, to Lorelei's own power; only he needed a weapon as vessel where she did not. The notion only contributed to upsetting Sif further, and she looked away while inhaling sharply. "I suppose you do."

Seeing Loki laugh at long gone times forced a smile into Sif's face, albeit a tight one. "What if he hadn't, then? What if I had succumbed to his advances like many do?" She asked, amused by the scenario. It wasn't that Fandral was not a pleasant sort to look at, it was that him and his admirers did a great job to never, ever let you forget it. And while Sif appreciated straightforwardness she did not like things to be shoved down her throat at every chance. Nevermind the fact that she viewed the Three as her equals and had worked very hard to have them view her as such, and so she had never entertained any such thoughts about any of them. They were her comrades, brothers in arms. When you spent so much time with someone as they did with each other certain charms tended to get lost forever. "I know. I left his nose bleeding and he would not speak to me for a week on account of the shame and for ruining his doublet. I told him if he had stopped when I first stated he should none of that would have happened."