"My brother is smug like he breathes. He can't help it." That those implications Sif mentioned were only making Thor smug rather than disgusted only confirmed some of Loki's unacknowledged irrational fears and did nothing to lighten his attitude.

He looked ay Sif suspiciously, eyes widening as she made it plain he was to lay gis head in her lap.

And disturbingly, he rather liked the idea on principle.

"Is this the part where you lull me into relaxing so it will be easier to snap my neck?" But he laid down anyway because it sounded nice. "At this point you'd only be doing me a favor anyway."

He looked up at her and swallowed hard, then resolutely closed his eyes. Looking at her made him feel strange.