The relief Sif felt when Thor appeared showed on her face, if for the mere fact that together somehow the two of them were more likely to figure out a way to fix this. Not that they were the ones usually responsible for getting out of messes, unless that solution required brute force and blade-edged skill.

She spoke no words in greeting as she knelt at Loki's feet, one hand coming to rest against his knee as she glanced up at Thor. "He says the twine is enchanted," she stated, her voice hushed, anger tinging the words. "Which I assume means he can't magic it away. He says it must be cut." Which wouldn't be pleasant for anyone involved, but this was one area she might be more capable of than Thor - her hands were much smaller and more used to delicate instruments. All those tedious sewing lessons her mother had forced on her as a child might come in handy now after all.

"I can do it, my prince. I will be careful. I need... I will fetch what I need from your mother's rooms, she will have it, I'm certain. But you will need to hold him steady, Thor," she added, her expression strained, fingers shifting against the inside of Loki's knee.