"Loki Odinson, you are many things, but you will never ever be boring."

Sif's tone was dry, but there was nothing but truth in her words as her lips quirked in amusement at the very idea. That everyone around him probably bored him to tears most days was also probably a fact, but that was hardly a fault of his own. Still, a day when he did not leave her sputtering or speechless was a rare one indeed. She wondered how Thor managed most days, but she suspected even worse. Then again, he always seemed to handle it better than she.

She was drawn out of her thoughts when Loki moved her hand, and she watched him, gaze narrowed and slightly confused at the movement. Her fingers brushed against his cheek, finding his skin still cool to the touch beneath her hand. She wondered at the move, and what she saw in his face, because it wasn't one she was used to seeing there. She couldn't even begin to guess at what it meant.

"What is it, Loki?" she asked him softly, her dark gaze searching his face. She felt as if she should know the answer to that already, but he'd asked nothing of her and she hadn't quite caught up to him enough yet to guess it.