"Expecting him to be a handful, are you?" Sif remarked softly, a hint of wry humor returning to her tone as she stretched out on Loki's other side, making herself comfortable. Loki still clutched her hand to his chest and that brought a fond smile to her lips as she pillowed her head on her arm, dark braid falling over one of her shoulders.

"I suppose you're right. He's a handful on a normal day," she added, fondness in her voice. "Ah well, he can't be any worse than you after a hard day in the training rings. No one can whine and carry on that badly," she added, attempting to tease at least a small smile from her unnaturally solemn prince. She hated to see him so troubled, even if there was cause. She only hoped Loki wouldn't carry too bad a grudge come morning; she wasn't sure Thor would ever forgive himself as it was.