"Your words are never hasty, and you had the right to voice them," Sif replied, although the words were absently polite, her mind preoccupied. "Loki, I..." she started, looking up at him, and stopped, having no idea what to say next. Words were never her strong point. Instead, she gave in to her impulsive nature and took a swift step forward. Arms flung about his neck as she hugged him, the embrace tight and just shy of clingy. She buried her face against his throat for a moment, trying to bring herself back under control once more as she took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry if I made this harder for you," she murmured quietly. "That was not my intent."