"Loki?' Sif asked, having watched the emotions play across his face in fascination, wondering what thoughts upset and puzzled him so. She didn't step back, but her hand brushed against his spine, as if to subtly remind him that she was still here before his mind wandered off down a path she couldn't follow and he forgot her entirely. It had happened before and she suspected it might have occurred several times in the past few seconds. She didn't mind, although there was something in his eyes that unsettled her.

Her arms tightened unconsciously about him a moment as she searched his face. "What are you plotting this time, my prince? You don't look entirely pleased with it." Which was odd in itself, she could admit.