"Idiot," Sif muttered under her breath, shaking her head at him. "Don't you start that, I've had to hear enough of it from my father tonight, and will no doubt hear more on the morrow. As if Thor needs to be more smug about anyway. Even he picked up on my father's 'subtle' hints."

She climbed up beside him, settling against the headboard before dropping one of his pillows on her lap. "Lay down. You look like you're about to pass out."