For Asgard!

Loki was a far different creature from Lorelei - that he knew of, anyway. Sif's agreement made him wonder if this was another one of those instances where she was referring to something in the future that he didn't know about, or if she was simply thinking of the penchant for sorcery they both shared. He didn't know and he did not care to press for details. He was done with that part of their conversation, unless she wanted to tell him something specific to warn him away. And he didn't think she would.

"What do you mean, what if he hadn't?" Loki asked. "Some battles are lost before they are ever fought, and it is a fool's journey to start them. In no way would you have fallen for his advances, and I had an inkling of that then, and knowledge of that now. So I don't see the point in entertaining some impossible fantasy situation where you suddenly transform from Lady Sif into someone else entirely." He tipped his head to the side, expression teasing. "If he didn't know how to get blood out of his more expensive clothes before then, he certainly does now. I don't think he had the courage to give it to a washerwoman."