"Let Loki have the choice of that, my prince," Sif stated softly, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Lay down and rest. At least here you are assured he is alright and that none would disturb him while he recovers. And you look more than worn out. Rest. I can watch over you both in the meantime. None would think to seek you out here either, at the moment," she pointed out.

Sif had the feeling that the moment he ventured beyond the family quarters, he'd be forced to throttle some loose-tongued idiot who made the mistake of congratulating him.