Loki shot Thor a look that should have killed his brother, had there been any justice in the world. He hated it when Thor drew attention to him, particularly when it was like that. "Hardly," he drawled. His voice thundered in his own head, but he made himself talk at a normal volume no matter how much it hurt. "My eyes are watering from having nothing more comely than my brother to look at. I'm glad to see the situation has now been remedied before blindness could descend fully upon me."

He was relieved, that Thor seemed to show sense for once toward Sif. He hated his brother, just a little though, because Sif was at his side and all Loki could do was look at her. They were too far apart to really talk. Then again, it was probably best Sif was far from him, since he still wasn't sure what she might want to do to him.

Or what he might want to do to her in return. He gave Thor one last disdainful look before returning his attention to his plate. He couldn't help himself from snatching another look at Sif, however. The black hair looked so right; it made her stand out as she deserved.